(September 25) countdown to the 96th day

Q City is a deserted suburb.

Yao Xiaoyi slowly opened her eyes, it was dark all around, and she didn't know where she was, and she didn't know when she was.

She struggled to sit up, but found her hands tied behind her back, a sharp pain in the back of her head, and her consciousness cleared up a bit. She gradually remembered what had happened before she fell unconscious. A strange man stopped her on the street to borrow money, and a few hours later called to say that he wanted to pay it back, and then a BMW appeared in front of her, she got into the car, and then she wanted to sleep, and several drives didn't work, and then she lost and remembered nothing.

She understood that the appearance of the strange man was a huge conspiracy, and the so-called borrowing and repaying the money were all traps carefully designed by the other party, and she still believed it stupidly and got into his car.

She couldn't figure out why the strange man had kidnapped her, and what was this dark place?

She groped the ground behind her with her backbound palms, feeling a layer of slimy dirt, not in a room with a concrete or floor. She struggled to her feet, trying to move slowly on her tiptoes, without any sense of direction. It wasn't until her toes finally touched an obstacle that she turned around and pressed her palms against the obstacle, touching another layer of dirt that wasn't as wet as before. It looks like he's been thrown into a cave or a dirt pit or something.

Remembering that the light from her phone could help, she pressed the side of her body that might have it against the dirt wall and squeezed her pant pocket against the wall, but she didn't feel it. She tossed and turned, squeezing the other side, but it still didn't.

Maybe the phone was thrown in the bag. She crouched down, half-lying on the ground, groping around with her hands and feet, but still found nothing.

It should be that the kidnapper took the phone away, she gave up looking for the phone, and the top priority was to free her tied hands, she had to find a hard object such as a stone before she could break the rope.

She struggled to her feet again, slowly groping her way to the dirt wall. It was pitch black all around, and I could only move a little along the earthen wall, feeling the dirt with the palm of my hand and groping forward on my tiptoes.

I don't know how long it took, I don't know how far I moved, but my toes finally touched something hard. Slowly squatted down and touched it with his fingers, and sure enough, it was a stone.

Because the stone was so deep in the dirt that only a small bulge was exposed, she had to lie on her back and support her entire body weight on the balls of her feet and shoulders. She moved slowly, holding the rope that tied her hands behind her back against the stone, while her waist was pushed up to make room for her wrists to move up and down. The movement was twisted and laborious, much more difficult than she had imagined. She was not discouraged, and kept rubbing, and her wrist inevitably rubbed against the stone from time to time, and the raw pain from her wrist told her that the skin of her wrist had worn out, and she could even feel the blood beginning to flow out.

She clenched her teeth and kept cheering herself on, but her physical strength was losing little by little with the difficult movements. She suddenly felt very hungry, she didn't know how long she had been thrown here, she remembered that the last meal she had was the lunch meal after the interview, after eating she went to the mall, and walked around 5:30 and was picked up in the car by the strange man who borrowed money, and she never ate since that lunch.

Thinking of this, she felt even more hungry, and subconsciously licked her lips that were beginning to become chapped, and swallowed her saliva, as if to use it to drive away hunger.

She continued to rub the rope, the pain worsening, and she could already clearly feel the blood dripping from her wrist. She didn't care, and without stopping, her legs, which supported her weight, began to tremble, further consuming her few physical strengths. Eventually, her legs went limp, and her waist slammed against the stones, beads of sweat on her forehead from the pain that pierced her heart.

After a short rest, she gritted her teeth, stood up again, and continued to rub hard and mechanically until her wrists became numb and she could barely feel any pain.

I don't know how long it took, but she felt the rope loosen a little, and her morale was boosted, and she sped up the frequency of her hands.

The rope finally broke, just at the moment when she was almost using all her strength.

She quickly pulled her hands from behind her back, tore off the sleeves of her shirt from her shoulders, endured the pain, bandaged her mouth and hands with her wrists, leaned against the dirt wall, gasped for breath, and felt her strength return a little.

The danger wasn't over, she wasn't sure if the people who had thrown her here would come back, and she had to get out before anyone else did. It was still pitch black, and she couldn't find the exit, or how far it was from where she was.

She stood up, holding her left hand against the wall, groping her way forward. It's just that he didn't go far but he tripped and fell, and the whole person was thrown out and rolled to another place.

A sharp pain came from the ankle, presumably a sprained ankle. She tried to stand up, but she couldn't. She crawled on the ground in pain. The ground here is even wetter than before, and it looks like I've fallen to a much lower place than before.

She kept crawling and crawling, and finally gave up.

She was getting hungrier and thirstier, and the damp ground was speeding up to take away her body temperature, and the stamina she had built up was exhausted. She finally couldn't crawl anymore, stopped in despair, and two teardrops finally rolled down.

She was a strong girl. Four years ago, when her parents died suddenly in an accident, she and her sister held hands and cried tears as they watched the bodies of her parents being sent away. Since then, she hasn't shed a single tear. She was 18 years old that year and had just been admitted to a well-known university in Q City. Her family is wealthy, and after entering college, she didn't dare to waste her time, and suddenly she knew that living well was the best way to miss her parents.

She graduated with honors and has just received an offer from a listed company.

Now, she's crying, for the first time in four years. She cried for her parents who died young, her only sister in City C, for her misfortune in her youth, and for her inability to get out of the current predicament.

She lost consciousness.