Mai Zeming tried to open his eyes, but as if he had exhausted all his strength, his body felt a little paralyzed.

His head seemed to be pierced by countless needles, and the pain made him snort.

also made him understand that he was still alive.

I just didn't move, lying down, and slowly the pain gradually eased.

Sunlight shines through the glass windows and into the room with a hint of warmth.

I couldn't help but turn my head and look out the window. With blue skies and white clouds and clear skies, Mai Zeming's mood seemed to be a little happier.

He doesn't know where he is!

Mai Zeming tried to sit up from the bed, only to find that his hands and feet were tied to the bed.

After struggling a few times, he couldn't break free, and he was tied very tightly.

There are also a lot of data cables connected to the body and head, connected to the two devices next to the bed, and the devices look complicated, not like the life monitoring devices in a hospital.

There are several monitors on it, some showing waveforms and some displaying data, and Mai Zeming does not know what these waveforms and data represent.

At this time, I found that there was a man with a long figure in the room, his hair was neatly combed, and his fair face looked delicate.

Viewed from the side, the delicate and three-dimensional facial features resemble a sculpture by a Westerner.

The man sat at a desk, busy with something, so focused that he didn't realize that he had woken up.

There was a lot of stuff piled up on the workbench, and in addition to a bunch of tools, there were drones, surveillance cameras, and the like.

"Hey! Where am I? Mai Zeming shouted with all his might.

The voice was not as Mak Zeming expected, but made a sickly and weak voice.

But fortunately, the man at the desk heard it, stopped what he was doing, and turned his head.

"Awake? Do you remember who you are? The man seemed to have mistaken Mazeming for a patient who had just woken up from a long illness.

"I'm Mak Zeming, President of the Mino Group. Can you let me go! "Mai Zeming was a little angry, no one had ever been able to tie himself up like this.

This can't be a kidnapping, right? Mai Zeming thought secretly in his heart.

Thinking of this, Mai Zeming couldn't help but get nervous and struggled a few times.

But it doesn't seem to be of any use, and it's completely impossible to break free.

He gave up the struggle and fell back into bed.

Close your eyes and try to take a few deep breaths, hoping to relieve a little tingling in your head and anxiety in your heart.

In the darkness in front of me, a beating electronic clock suddenly appeared, an electronic clock that counted down.

The number shown above is "55:33:12".

It's counting down, beating second by second.

Mai Zeming broke out in a cold sweat, and the stinging pain in his head seemed to have eased a lot, and he opened his eyes and turned to the bedside table.

On the bedside table was a clock counting down.

I couldn't help but groan, who is so bored to put a countdown clock.

This won't be the countdown for the kidnappers to tear up the ticket! He won't have that much time left, right, who's arranging the ransom?

If it was Jiang Yitong, he would be more relieved.

Thinking of his wife Jiang Yitong, he became nervous again.

Where is she, she won't be kidnapped too.

The anxiety quickly began to creep in.

The man in the room got up from the chair and pulled the chair away, and the legs of the stool dragged on the floor to make a "squeak~~" sound.

The piercing sound made Mai Zeming's heart tremble.

Mai Zeming turned his head nervously and watched the man walk towards him step by step.

I don't know what this man will do to himself!

The man had an unlit cigarette in his mouth, and he didn't know if he was quitting.

With a sad face on his face, he didn't look happy that Mai Zeming woke up.

"Finally awake? Is there anything uncomfortable? The man walked up to Mai Zeming and scratched his head.

Mai Zeming was uncomfortable, but he didn't know if it was appropriate to say it at this moment.

The man didn't wait for Mai Zeming to answer, he bent down and began to untie the straps on Mai Zeming's hands and feet, and then took off all the various data cables attached to him.

"Tie it up for your good!" The man explained, "My name is Dai Zhao, and I am in charge of taking care of you, and I am your doctor." ”

Mai Zeming didn't know why the man named Dai Zhao in front of him was his own doctor, he had always had an exclusive hospital and doctor for medical treatment.

Cautiously probing: "Who sent me here?" What's wrong with me? Why did my head hurt so much, like it was going to explode. ”

"Don't remember what happened?" Dai Zhao's eyes were firmly fixed on Mai Zeming, interpreting Mai Zeming's every move.

Mai Zeming struggled to recall.

"I don't remember, I can't remember anything, why I'm here." Mak Zeming was a little confused.

"You had a traffic accident and people were thrown out of the car, but fortunately, a good Samaritan passed by and saw that you were still alive and sent here."

"What about the driver? Still alive? Is my wife in the car too? Mai Zeming asked eagerly.

"You were the only one who was sent that day, and everyone else should have been killed." Dai Zhao's expression showed a hint of sadness.

"Any news coverage? Has there been a report of a woman in the car? "Mai Zeming was a little anxious.

"Your wife was here yesterday, she shouldn't have been killed, and she wasn't in the car that day."

"Great, she's fine." Mai Zeming breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's the matter with this clock?" Mai Zeming turned his head to look at the clock on the bedside table.

"55:30:26", the numbers on the clock are still beating.

Looking at the countdown clock, Mai Zeming involuntarily calculated it quickly in his heart.

Another 2 minutes and 56 seconds passed!

What the hell is this! Why is there a clock counting down.

Mai Zeming began to go a little crazy inside.

An unfamiliar environment, a countdown clock.

"Look at your left wrist!" Dai Zhao stretched his neck and double-stroked his chin in the direction of Mai Zeming's left wrist.

Mai Zeming looked at Dai Zhao, looked at his mysterious appearance, and tried to take his left hand out of the quilt and turned his head to look.

He wears a bracelet on his left wrist, and the screen of the bracelet shows a time, and he is also doing a countdown, which is exactly the same as the countdown number of the clock.

Mai Zeming was stunned, although he couldn't figure out what was going on at once, but he knew that this bracelet was not his, and he wouldn't have such a cheap thing in his hand.

The things he uses are all carefully selected, and there are never cheap goods.

Turning his head to look at Dai Zhao.

Dai Zhao also shook his head with a wry smile, "When you were sent in, you were unconscious, your condition was very critical, and the condition has been repeated, this countdown is used to monitor your recovery time." ”

Hearing this, Mai Zeming looked around at the so-called ward.

In front of me is a rough industrial room, completely different from the impression of a hospital ward with snow-white walls painted, and the whole room is more like a factory building than a ward.

The red bricks on the walls are not painted, and they are directly exposed to the air, carved with some mottled time, and a bit of the retro style of the old alley.

The steel beam structure at the top of the room is also not decorated, and all kinds of cables are wound around it, and there should be various other data lines in addition to the transmission lines.

The room was a little empty and a little creepy, and Mai Zeming could even feel the wind blowing in the room.

Dai Zhao seemed to see through the doubts in Mai Zeming's heart, and said with a wry smile: "Actually, this is a special hospital, which is not suitable for placing you in a formal ward, so in the end, I can only temporarily put you in this workshop." ”

Mai Zeming couldn't help but smile bitterly, he couldn't imagine that he would have such an embarrassing day, and he couldn't help but be secretly amused by his cranky thoughts just now.

"There's something to eat, I'm so hungry, I've been sleeping for days." After Mak Zeming's nervousness was relieved, he suddenly felt hungry.

"Wait a minute, I'll get you something to eat." Dai Zhao said, walked to the refrigerator in the corner, and took out a bag of bread and a bottle of water.

After Mai Zeming reached out and took it, he looked at the production date and expiration date on the bread packaging bag, the production date was today, it was very fresh, and the lid of the mineral water bottle was also sealed, and no one had drunk it.

Although the brands of water and bread have never been touched by themselves, they seem to be some of the cheaper brands.

At this time, Mai Zeming was not too picky, and directly opened the bag of bread and took out a piece of bread.

After taking a bite, there was no other weird taste in my mouth except for a slight coolness, and the bread should have been in the refrigerator for a long time.

It's just that the water tastes a little weird, and it seems to taste a little different from the customized mineral water I used to drink.

"Are you not used to eating civilian food, yesterday your wife brought a lot of daily necessities, all piled up in the warehouse, I didn't have time to move over, I didn't expect you to wake up so quickly." Dai Zhao was slightly embarrassed.

Mai Zeming also smiled embarrassedly, feeling that his expression was too obvious.

After nibbling on two slices of bread and drinking a small half bottle of water, he felt much more comfortable and returned the rest of the bread to Dai Zhao.

Dai Zhao carefully tied the bag of bread and put it in the refrigerator.

"How long have I been unconscious? Are there any newspapers I can read? Mai Zeming desperately wanted to know what was going on outside during the time he was unconscious.

Written at the end of the chapter: The newcomer and the new book, trembling all the way, walking on thin ice, with a passion and ignorant fearlessness, stick all the way.

I deeply feel that there are many shortcomings, and I hope that you will not hesitate to give advice.

Here, I would like to thank the book friends for their enthusiasm for "nothing to fight", and I feel ashamed, and I will redouble my efforts and dare not slack off.