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The two men left in the room apparently didn't know I was awake.

I listened quietly to their conversation, the men's voices were slightly low, and listening to their voices, it seemed that I could feel their Adam's apple moving as they spoke. Moving my aching body a little, I tried to distract myself from the hemp rope that bound my hands and feet, scrutinizing, thinking, analyzing their conversation with a somewhat vague mind, although my memory was still blank, but at least within a few minutes of my awakening I had some information that was important to me.

There was no sound of a fourth person ringing or moaning in the room, and according to the kidnappers' phone calls, it was likely that there was only one person who had been kidnapped, and it was highly likely that I was the "Vera", but other than that, it was not ruled out that there was another unconscious person in the room.

The window in this room has a view of the outdoor sky, which is supposed to be the window on the upper floor of some building.

There are no skyscrapers outside the window, and it is likely to be located in a suburban location.

The tightly closed glass blocks out all sounds from the outside world.

There was no sound of cars, no conversation, only the occasional restless movement in the room.

It is impossible to determine the exact location.

What's more, waking up from a coma, I don't know anything about here......

After a slight pause, I tried to take a deep breath and calm myself.

At least, it's not too bad, is it.

I also know certain information that may be crucial to me.

I'm still in time.

It's time to reclaim your identity.

It's time to stand in the sun again.

Got in time to give my loved ones a warm hug.

There is time to return to the old life alive.

All. It should be too late.

Sid.

It could well be someone who is important to me, or rather, the blackmailer.

I should know him, right?

I frowned and tried to recall even the slightest detail of the name, like a small seed buried deep in the soil, dormant in the darkest depths, curled up, hiding any connection to it, a little, a little. I kept my eyes fixed on imagining the man this name represented, what kind of body he was, his hair color, eye color, full name, social status, and how he and I ......

There was a dull ache in the head.

In resistance.

My brain was resisting the recollection of these details.

Just as I was trying to push open the door of my last memory, it suddenly cracked, shattered, and couldn't piece together any valuable information.

I gritted my teeth and slammed the ground on my forehead, and I didn't think of anything other than the name sounded familiar to me.

It's just that I have a feeling inexplicably......

I looked up slightly and looked at the window that was shining in the sunlight.

My memory is deliberately hiding something, evading something......

I looked out the window at the clear blue sky, and I knew that every second that was lost meant that I was one step closer to danger. The indescribable fear from the heart, like a swamp, is eating away at my heart little by little, I don't know what this fear represents, it comes from death? Or is it from the unknown? Or, both.

"How much do you think the boss will divide the two of us?" I don't know how long there was silence, but the man's voice sounded in the room again.

"Not much."

There was a brief silence, as if something was brewing.

"Then or ......"

"You think the two of us can beat him?"

"Two against one, I can't say."

"Don't be stupid, he used to be a special soldier, it seems like ...... It's the commando people. One of the kidnappers sneered, "Don't talk about the two of us, even ten fighters can be put down by him." ”

uneven distribution of spoils......

The greed that expands in human nature will eventually evolve into a raging fire that burns itself out.

I was silent, and shifted back, leaning my back against the cold wall. The "boss" in their mouths should be the person who left the room just now. But even if the "boss" is no longer with him, they still keep their voices down, I don't know if they are thieves, or if the leader is really terrible as they say. The voices were even more muffled and I had to hold my breath to hear what was going on in their next conversation.

"We have guns."

"Do you think he believes us?"

"What do you mean?"

"Meaning, do you think he didn't have a gun?"

Once again, the dialogue is at an impasse.

The kidnappers didn't continue their conversation, I can't guess their expressions at the moment,

I pondered the words of the kidnapper.

A retired special forces soldier who once broke into the world's most dangerous leads with real guns, mastering the most tenacious human survival skills and fighting techniques. How much chance do you think you can escape if you are kidnapped by such a person?

I squinted at the small room, the floor near the window was dusty because no one had stepped on it, but it wasn't as abandoned as an abandoned house or a company's storeroom.

But it's a good opportunity.

I'm not sure if they have the power to call the police for help, I don't know anything about the man named "Sid", I can only deduce that he is a rich man, I may be his original match, but can I be sure that he will really come to save me? Having lost all the memories of his past, I can't tell what kind of man the man I am except for that name, I don't know my past with him, I don't know how I got here. All I know is that he is rich and fully capable of paying this ransom.

But how can you be sure that he will save himself?

Don't be stupid, maybe the one who planned this kidnapping case is the so-called "husband".

Maybe I had a huge amount of insurance before I had an accident.

Those who hold the wealth and stand at the top of society.

You can never predict their desire to manipulate money.

It's a world that no one can trust.

Because, you don't know anything about the world.

But as it stands, you can only rely on yourself. It's life, it's death, it's just a thought.

"Ahh

Suddenly, the woman's screams cut through my mind.

What a cry, hoarse, hysterical, like all the strength of life against the fear in front of you. Sharp, wrapped in despair, stimulating the deepest fears of the soul.

"What's going on?!"

The legs of the chair rubbed against the floor, and I heard a rush in the room.

In the next moment, the woman's screams suddenly stopped, as if her throat was contained by force majeure, and she could no longer make any sound. But it is precisely this pause that makes people even more creepy. Lying on my side on the ground, my right ear against the ground, I caught the amplified sound, and I heard the footsteps getting quieter and quieter.

"I'll go outside and have a look. Carl, do you make sure the woman is awake? ”