As far as her eyes could see, there were similar boxes piled up all around, densely packed like goods, Jiang Shan raised his head, and even saw that they were piled up at least ten meters high.

The horror was no small fright, and at the same time she noticed that the ground beneath her feet was shaking, the kind she had felt before, like a cradle on the water.

"Zhao Ying? Zhang Zheng? Gao Wenwu?!" Jiang Shan almost half roared.

In so many boxes, what is it, Zhao Ying, will they be in it?

Jiang Shan began to pick up the boxes, and suddenly a rotten mouse crawled out of the box, squeaking, and the box was already rotten, and there were spiders and cockroaches crawling out of it.

Jiang Shan: "......"

It's disgusting, these rotting creatures can still crawl, their bodies wrapped in layers of erosion, revealing their tattered entrails.

Jiang Shan searched for dozens of boxes in a row, the good news was that there were no Zhao Ying and a few people in them, and the bad news may be that she was the only one who was locked up in this unknown place.

Jiang Shan raised his head, and in the high ceiling, he saw a hole in it, and a faint light shone from it.

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Wei Yuan woke up, and the dim environment even deepened his dizziness, and it took him a while to get used to it.

He saw a dim lamp stuck in the head of the bed, which was obviously in some room, but it was small, with only a bed and a row of dusty wardrobes, and no windows around it.

Wei Yuan's mind was so chaotic that he couldn't think of anything.

He heard his own heavy breathing, and the room seemed to be starved of oxygen, causing him to inhale sharply, but he couldn't feel much air.

At the same time, there was a cold, hard feeling in his hands, and when he looked up, he saw a pair of handcuffs on his wrists.

Wei Yuan's eyes were full of shock and disbelief. "Director?"

The picture of talking to Zheng Suo flashed in his mind. What's going on now, where is he?

Cold handcuffs, dim lighting, oxygen-deprived space.

Wei Yuan was stunned, he heard a sound similar to a fan.

Not only that, but with every breath he took, he could feel that the air seemed to get thinner.

Wei Yuan's pores were cold, and he vaguely understood that it was probably the oxygen in the room that was being drained.

Who put him here, and why?

Tick.

There is also an old wall clock and hands on the wall, but it walks backwards.

Wei Yuan's brain was already a little overloaded with all this weirdness, he didn't even have time to think about it carefully, he struggled to break the handcuffs, but except for the pain of the joints being grinded, it was impossible for the handcuffs to break free.

After a while, Wei Yuan already felt that it was difficult to breathe.

Obviously, oxygen is lost at a very fast rate.

Wei Yuan even heard his own drum-like heartbeat, because it was too quiet all around.

Wei Yuan forcibly raised his eyes and glanced around again, and he saw that the door of the room was not far away, and there was even a key inserted in the lock hole on the door.

Everything is as if it was carefully prepared.

Was it Zheng who did it? Wei Yuan didn't want to doubt his strengths.

"Wei Yuan, all our hopes are in you."

A wry smile appeared in Wei Yuan's eyes, and the cold handcuffs seemed to be mocking him.

The door was just a stone's throw away, but not only could he not walk on his legs, but his hands were also cuffed.

In reality, how can the handcuffs break free, and it should really be a movie.

Wei Yuan's body was trembling slightly, oxygen was still draining, and with the lack of oxygen, Wei Yuan felt that his vision in front of him began to be in a trance.

Wei Yuan knew that if he hadn't given up something, it would have been impossible for him to get out of this door today.

So he closed his eyes, and finally took a deep breath, his right hand slowly held the thumb of his left hand, and he broke the thumb hard, only to hear the crisp sound of broken bones, and the severe pain made Wei Yuan sane again.

He grasped the handcuffs in his right hand and retreated from the broken bones little by little.

As soon as his left hand was free, he endured severe pain and used the same method to break the thumb of his right hand.

Wei Yuan's forehead was sweating like pulp, and after his hands were freed, he rolled sideways under the bed and fell to the ground.

Wei Yuan trembled and propped up the upper half of his body with his two elbows, and crawled towards the direction of the door little by little, and at the same time, the sound of the fan seemed to be louder, as if a third eye watched his struggle, and couldn't help but accelerate the drain of oxygen.

Wei Yuan's eyes were misplaced reflections, and sweaty pupils, and he finally touched the door with all his might, and he tried to lift his body and raise his hand, trying to hold the key.

But his thumb was broken, and he tried to grip the key with his index and middle fingers, but when he twisted it hard, he found that the key seemed to be welded and could not be twisted at all.

Wei Yuan froze on the ground, his hands trembling.

It's all here, are you kidding him? But everything around him does look like a well-choreographed Truman show.

He twisted the key almost spasmodically, but he didn't move, as if the entire keyhole and door were just models.

Even Wei Yuan, at the end of his life, would begin to lose his mind, and he repeated the meaningless action of turning the key, because the amplitude was too great and he hit the doorknob directly above the key.

The doorknob is pushed upwards.

There was a squeak, and the door opened.

The key is indeed an ornament, because this door is not locked at all from beginning to end.

Outright ridicule.

Air surged in through the crack in the door, and Wei Yuan's confused nerves woke up the moment he inhaled oxygen.

He slowly raised his head, looked at the absurd scene in front of him, and completely opened the door with his hand.

Countless blows of air and salty sea breezes blew.

Wei Yuan felt that his lungs were filled with oxygen, and the sweat on his head became cold.

His blurry vision began to blur - and when he saw where he was, his pupils shook again.

He was lying on the deck, with the endless blue sea outside.

Maritime?

The boundless expanse, the vastness of the connection between the sea and the sky, as if the center of the universe in the depths, sets off the insignificance of the human body.

He's on a huge, gigantic ship.

Wei Yuan found that there seemed to be a piece of paper under the crack in the door he opened just now, and he reached out and scratched it out, and it was actually a sealed envelope.

Red fire paint on it.

Wei Yuan felt wrong when he saw this, this envelope didn't look like something that would appear in this era.

He tore it open with trembling hands and pulled a card out of it.

Cards with ink still dry.

"Congratulations, you're all the chosen ones."

Wei Yuan looked at this card and felt so incredible. You show that he is not alone.

And the ink hasn't dried?

Wei Yuan felt that there seemed to be a vibration under the deck, knock, knock! It looked like someone was hammering under deck.

The ship seems to be very old, and the decks are all traditional wood, unlike modern ships, which have many alloy decks, and the knock under the deck is getting closer.

Free to read.