Fear, wrapped in helplessness and grievances, whitewashed with the breath of blood, the deepest part of the dark abyss blooms with the last splendor of life, the pupils of lost hope, helplessness, anger, despair, which is more? Life dissipates little by little with the passage of blood, and the temperature gradually turns into a cold, bone-chilling, and frightening that cannot be warmed in the boundless loneliness. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info for death, is it more compromise, or more struggle? We are burdened with original sin, we spend our lives washing away our sins, we are greedy, selfish, narrow-minded, we use our best efforts to exploit others to satisfy our selfish desires, this is the human being, the species created by the Creator, the mammal created after a flash of light, can we keep our original intention and not be tempted by the serpent of Eden?

No one knows the answer.

It's like no one has ever truly confessed their sins.

Human beings always try to hide the mistakes they have made with high-sounding reasons.

Those who have done it, the harm caused, the race, the conflict, the power, the money...... The origin of all evil, the greed of the heart, grows in every silent night, silently in the sticky but rancid tentacles, devouring every sleeping soul. Every pore of capitalism exudes a foul smell, and every inch of skin is pus, bloody, and stained with bad deeds. But knowing this, there are still people who have exhausted their life's strength to climb to the highest peak of power, stepping on corpses, waving flags, and thinking that they are the victors and controllers of their destiny.

However, it didn't end there.

The game is just about to begin.

It was as if the deepest part of the soul was forcefully restrained by the hand of a giant, and in an instant it was pulled out of the dark abyss, wrapped in horror and uneasiness, and the bloody qi that rushed to the face dissipated in the air in that instant.

“！”

I opened my eyes suddenly.

Crazy heartbeat, stunned looking at the room filled with sunlight, my ears were the sound of my own slightly rapid breathing, cold sweat slipped from the corners of my forehead, swallowed saliva, I opened my mouth slightly to breathe, the last moment the demon's mouth full of blood seemed to be tearing at the throat.

Dream...... ?

But it's so real.

The skin and muscles of my throat still seemed to have the pain of being torn apart by the fangs for a moment, and I distinctly remember the warm blood gushing out, the moist feeling of staining my chest, the bloodied eyes, and the bloody mouth lingering in my mind. It's a nightmare, but it's a real nightmare, as if I had really experienced it all in the last moment, and then I was dragged into another time and space.

The moment before my mind cleared, my mind was full of the man's bloodshot eyes, and I subconsciously tried to cover my throat with my hands, but found that my hands and feet were already bound.

What's going on......

I'm tied up!

The world is upside down in the pupils.

The scene in front of you is magnified horizontally.

I leaned against the cold ground in a daze, my vision blurred from the initial blur, like paint melting in water, and my thoughts gradually recovered. I found myself lying on my side on the cold wooden floor, a black desk standing in front of me, obscuring my view, and to the right of the desk, a square window, the sunlight brushing through the wooden window frame and spilling into the room, illuminating the cobwebs in the corners of the ceiling.

There was a slight tingling sensation in my body, and I twisted my posture, and there was a rough friction between my wrists and ankles. I looked down and saw that my hands and feet were bound with thick hemp rope, my hands were in a slightly twisted position in front of my chest, and when I turned slightly sideways, my right hand, which was pressed underneath, was numb.

I instinctively bit my lower lip, and the pain seemed to tell me that it was all real.

"Ready for a Million Dollar ......"

The man's cold voice rang out in the room, interrupting my thoughts.

I breathed for a moment, and it was a voice altered by a voice changer, and it sounded a little sharp, distorted, and mechanical, and it was chilling.

I'm not alone in this room......

I lay on my side on the ground, a few strands of hair falling to my cheeks, slightly distracting my vision.

The same question, accompanied by a slightly familiar fear, once again, crept up in my mind and struck me quietly......

Who am I?

"Can't do it? Hum! That's your business, you should know, if you call the police, just wait to collect your wife's body! ”

The man's voice interrupted my thoughts once more.

Collect the corpse......

I held my breath, turned my face slightly, looked beyond the black desk, and I saw a figure walking past the desk. He was tall, with tight black short sleeves, the blue tattoo on his left arm was particularly eye-catching, but it was half covered by short sleeves, and he wore a black hat, slightly sideways to his face, the brim of the hat blocked his face, and I could only see the black complexion of his side face. He turned and walked by, and as he walked, the sound of his footsteps could be heard on the floor under my right ear, and suddenly, suddenly, calmly.

Voices came from another corner of the room.

He was not the one who spoke.

"Of course she's still alive, don't worry, as soon as we get the money, we'll let Vera go." The only one who spoke, still answering nonchalantly, seemed to be wrestling with the person on the other end of the phone, but with a fearless arrogance in his tone.

Vera.

Familiar name.

I frowned slightly, turning to deep thought, a dull ache in the depths of my head.

Where is this?

Who are they?

……

I squinted at the black desk, and I could faintly hear the rubber soles rubbing against the floor, but I didn't see anyone walking past the desk.

Once again, fall into the fear of the unknown.

I still don't know anything about myself.

Last time, this time, both.

How so......

I frowned, vaguely remembering a fragment of my mind, a file, a photograph, and the only words left on the file. But I don't know what I've experienced before, and I'm not even sure what kind of person I am and what kind of social relationships I have. I had just woken up from a coma a few minutes ago, and all my memories were recorded since I woke up. Before that, it was as if I had never existed before, and my consciousness had only come to this completely unfamiliar place only a few minutes ago.

Nervousness, restlessness, like a dense net, wrapped my heart little by little.

Amnesia.

The inexplicable feeling of suffocation was like a tide, slowly rising from the cold ankles, dense, surging, and soaking the chest.

"Everyone knows that your Sid family has a lot of money, if you want to save your wife and prepare a ransom, uncle, I don't have so much time to play with you!" The man's voice paused slightly, and he sneered as if he had nothing to do with it, and I heard the sound of the blades rubbing against each other, and I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart.

After a few seconds, I heard the crash of something being thrown on the table.

After that, there was no more dialogue.

Leaning against the cold ground, I silently looked at the bound hands and feet, and there was a faint pain in my head, and I pondered whether I had been beaten unconscious by someone and tied here after being beaten unconscious by a dull stick, and the initiators were undoubtedly the men in the room......

For money.

The greedy nature of human beings.

"Are you sure he won't call the police?"

The other man in the room spoke, his voice a little sharper than the man on the phone.

"Do you think we're going to worry about the idiots with guns?" A man answered, and I could hear him, the voice of the man who had just called.

"Click." Then a crisp voice rang out in the room.

I bit my lower lip.

It was the sound of a pistol being loaded.

They came prepared, they had the strength to stand up to the police, and they had no fear.

From the tone of their voices, I had a vague feeling that they wouldn't even worry about getting the ransom if they killed me......

Or maybe they didn't plan to keep me alive in the first place.

The sun slanted down on the ground, dust floated on the floor in the distance, and my neck ached, and I looked up at the square window, outside which was a clear blue sky. The windowsill was covered with gray dust, as if no one had cleaned it in a long time.

The bright sunshine, ironically, may die at any time.

"I knew I should have offered a higher price, this woman seems to be worth a lot......" The man paused slightly, "Sid is like a multi-millionaire, and he doesn't know how many dollars are hidden in his bank account." God knows those damned capitalists. He spat out.

The other party did not answer and sneered in return.

Numbness.

I lay on my side on the ground, moving, adjusting my posture slightly, my back against the cold wall, my right hand numb and almost unconscious. How long have I been in a coma? One day? Two days? Or longer? With a prostrate feeling of hunger, I licked my lower lip, which was a little chapped from lack of water.

In the midst of my thoughts, I heard the sound of my clothes rubbing.

"Boss, where are you going?"

There was no answer, after a short silence.

"Click." I heard the door being opened, and the sound of the door being turned off.

A man snorted disapprovingly.

"It's not the first day you've known him."

"If it weren't for the fact that he could make a lot of money with him, the ghost would be willing to look at his stinky face."

"Tie up this woman, the three of us have no way out......" the man's voice was a little closer, "After this vote, you don't have to worry about it in the next life, I heard that Maria, the dancing girl at the King's Bar on the corner, is so hot that she can't say anything!" That breast, that ass, I heard that kung fu in bed is also a must! ”

I heard him swallow.

I felt a chill.

Creator, do you know the human beings on whom you once pinned your hopes?

Will there be such an unbearable day?

Flesh, lust, killing.

Intertwined, twisted.

Silent, corroded.

Do you regret it?

Do you regret it?