The footsteps approached little by little, and I listened so vividly that I wanted to shout and ask who he was, but I couldn't say anything in my mouth.

I tried to twist my head in the direction of the footsteps, but I found it very difficult, and the back of my neck hurt so badly that I didn't dare to move.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and when I was about to walk in front of me, the man suddenly became excited and shouted, "Boss, wake up, wake up."

Is it Scar shouting, he's not dead? I'm sure I heard it right, it's Scar's voice. But he wasn't shouting at me, he was probably telling someone I was awake.

I was also a little excited to know that Scar was still alive, but my excitement could only be moved in my heart, because at this time my language skills had not yet recovered.

"Shout a fart, just wake up." Another man's footsteps came towards me, but after a few steps he stopped, and then shouted to me, "Feed him something, don't starve to death."

I heard it, it was the voice of the old prostitute, and he was alive.

Scar didn't come straight to me after answering, he turned around when he heard the footsteps, and after he had walked a few steps, I heard the sound of rummaging for something.

It seems that Scar really listens to the old prostitute, and should be rummaging for me to eat.

To tell the truth, before the old prostitute didn't let Scar get me food, I didn't know I was hungry, and when the old prostitute shouted like this, I was really a little hungry, and I felt empty in my stomach.

After Scar found something to eat, he came to me, saw me with my eyes open and hurriedly said, "Don't worry, boss, I'll make you something to eat right away." ”

Seeing him holding a biscuit in his hand, I couldn't wait to grab it directly, but it was just an idea, and I couldn't raise my hand at all. Don't say it's going to get cookies, it's just to give me a peerless beauty, I'm afraid I can't get hard at the moment.

Scar finished speaking and walked out of sight, not knowing what he was doing. First there was the sound of mineral water bottles, and then the sound of pouring water, and it took two or three minutes before he came over and said, "Boss, you have to wait a while, this cold water biscuit is a bit slow." ”

As soon as I heard this, I quickly winked at Scar a few times, meaning to say: No need to soak, I can eat cookies directly.

Unexpectedly, this guy was wrong, and as soon as he turned his head, he shouted into the distance: "Brother prostitute, the boss said he wouldn't eat." ”

When I heard Scar shout this, I immediately touched his leg with my finger on the ground, and desperately squeezed my eyebrows, trying to express that it didn't mean that.

Scar was a little stunned when he saw my expression, and shouted into the distance: "Brother prostitute, the boss said that he wouldn't eat if he was killed." ”

I was instantly helpless, and I really wanted to beat the scar in my heart, and I said, how can you see that I said that I won't eat it if I am killed? Aren't you trying to misinterpret what I mean?

"Leave him alone, he's choked on the water?" In the distance, there was the sound of an old prostitute talking, and footsteps approaching.

"I don't know, anyway, the boss meant not to eat." Scar responded.

The old prostitute came over and looked at me. I saw that his face was blue and purple, and some places were swollen, and there was a piece of white paper stuffed in his left nostril, which looked like he had just had a nosebleed.

Seeing the old prostitute like this, I was full of doubts. I scanned the scar with my eyes again and found that he was not injured, what was going on? We should all be sucked down by the whirlpool, why is the scar not injured? Could it be that now my face looks like a bear with an old prostitute?

After reading me, the old prostitute said to Scar, "Come, give me food, and I'll pour it for him." ”

Then I was subjected to the so-called humanitarian treatment of the old prostitute.

Scar handed the base of a mineral water bottle to the old prostitute, and the upper part of the water bottle should have been cut off by Scar just now, leaving only a 4 cm high base. It contained several broken biscuits and soaked them in water.

It may be that the biscuit soaked in cold water did not melt, but the old prostitute actually pressed it a few times with her finger, and then instigated the finger with her mouth, and said to herself: Okay! It's not so hard.

Seeing this scene, I really didn't want to eat it. But my arm couldn't twist my thigh, so the old prostitute asked Scar to lift me up a little, and then he took the cap of the water bottle to hold the biscuit, and when he served it, both fingers with the cap of the bottle reached into the biscuit, and then handed the cap full of biscuits to my mouth, and said to me, "Suct"

I can't suck in this kind of posture, even if I want to eat, I don't have the strength to suck it.

When the old prostitute saw that I didn't suck it in, her face immediately changed, and she poured the biscuits in the bottle cap into my mouth with her hand, and said, "It seems that you are really choked, I can only come hard."

What a mouthful of biscuits, I'm hungry, but I really can't swallow it.

In this way, the bottom of the bottle of biscuits was poured into my stomach, and then the old prostitute fed me two more sips of water before he opened his mouth to talk to me: "How is it, can you be more energetic now?" If you can understand what I'm saying, blink. ”

I blinked my eyes in response and could understand, but in my heart I was secretly scolding the old prostitute, why don't you communicate with me in this way before I eat the biscuits, and when the biscuits are finished, you fucking want to communicate with me.

"If you can understand, it will prove that you are okay. You almost met Hades because you were choked by water, I thought you were going to become a vegetative person in your life, it doesn't seem like a big deal. After the old prostitute finished speaking, she began to help me do a massage, pressing my legs and arms for a while, and then said to Scar: "You go over there and keep an eye on him, don't let him play anymore."

Scar nodded and left.

Listening to what the old prostitute and Scar said, I felt that he should be talking about San'er, and I wanted to ask the old prostitute how San'er came down, but I couldn't express it, so I didn't think about it.

"Xiao Qi, how is my massage technique? Are you comfortable?" After the old prostitute finished speaking, he looked at me, I blinked, and he continued: "It's good to be comfortable, my massage is not for nothing, it is charged."

"No," I said, "I said what was on my mind.

"Oh my god, you can speak." The old prostitute began to speed up the pace of the massage and gave me a set of full body massages.

To be honest, the old prostitute pressed it really comfortably, after being massaged by him, he felt that the flesh of his whole body was relaxing, and his hands could be slowly raised, and his neck was not so stiff.

The old prostitute pressed it for ten minutes, and finally patted me on the leg and said, "Okay, don't press it, that's it." Then he sat down and drank water.

"Press it again, didn't you say that there is a fee, and I will give you money." I said.

"Damn, you really fucking treat me as a masseuse, even if it is, that Lao Tzu won't press you now."

"Why?"

"It's time for the clock" After the old prostitute finished speaking, she handed over the water bottle in her hand and asked me if I would drink it, I was afraid that he would pour it on me again, so I hurriedly said: "Less."

The old prostitute helped me up, and I took a water bottle to drink some water, and I saw two people not far away who were taking care of something with flashlights. "It's San'er over there, right?"

"Yes," replied the old woman.

"What are they looking at?"

The old prostitute put me down and lay down again, and then said to me: "Do you know why Zhanzhao's family is doing experiments?"

I shook my head, and the old prostitute continued: "I'm a fucking knowledge, and the murals on the walls are the reason for their experiments."