All I know now is that I'm being ...... imprisoned.........

Zichen wouldn't do this to me, so only that white-haired monster would be.

Oh my God, where am I being locked up? Sister Xue, where the hell are you? Zichen, how else can I find you?

The more I thought about it, the more uncertain my heart became, my eyes looked at this empty room, and I was very afraid, afraid that I would be locked up here forever, and no one would come to save me, so that every day should not be, and even if I was imprisoned to death, no one would remember me, what should I do?

All kinds of emotions in my heart intersected, panicked, I curled up in the shadow at the foot of the bed, my heart was extremely scared, I didn't know what to do, I was hungry and cold now, and helpless, since the amnesia, I have been under Zichen's care, step by step to recover my vitality, step by step to understand everything in the world, step by step began to grow, and now suddenly out of Zichen's side. I realized that I was so fragile, so small, without Zichen, I really didn't have the courage to face this strange and helpless environment, without Zichen, I was really nothing.

I can now understand that Zichen's protection of me, he never let me be hungry, cold, wronged, never willing to yell at me, he always smiled at me, kept me away from the darkness of this world, and gave me light and hope.

Now that I have fallen into this place, I am to blame, and I have left him without listening to his sincere advice and without consulting him.

Thinking of this, I actually started crying, I hid my face and wept, and I cried and cried and cried loudly.

I naturally shouted Uncle Bai and Aunt Bai in my mouth, I stopped crying at once, came back to my senses, and kept murmuring: "Uncle Bai, Aunt Bai, Uncle Bai, Aunt Bai, how could I remember this again, it seems that I once dreamed that it was my relatives, yes, I still have relatives in this world?" I can't die silently like this, I still have to find memories, I also have to find the person in the depths of my memory who took me to play in the mountain stream, yes, I can't give up, I can't give up, I want to persevere, be strong, I can't be defeated by fear, I can't just give up the desire to survive, I want to be strong, be strong, without Zichen, I have to be stronger. ”

Thinking of this, I slowly stood up again and looked at this room, this room is very elegantly furnished, very beautiful, but how I look at it, I feel strange, but I can't say what is strange, it feels different from the room I usually live in the demon capital, so I am very sure that there is something wrong with this room.

What's wrong with this room, I'm going to take a closer look.

I got up and walked around this room slowly, the front of this room is a hollow window and the door of the room, all kinds of beautiful carvings, very beautiful and luxurious.

It looks like the door and window of the room, but it's as hard as iron and you can't get out, so you feel like ......... Unlike normal windows and gates.

I remembered the feeling I was trying to slam open just now, but it must not be the door and window of the room.

Standing at the entrance of this room, there is a bed on the left, a round table, a stool, and four paintings hanging on the front wall in the middle. On the right is the desk, and behind the chair are also four paintings.

I walked to the side of the study, and on the right side of the study were the hollow windows, still hard as iron, and on the left were two large bookshelves with some books on them.

I took a few books and opened them, and they were all blank paper, nothing, and they turned out to be fake.

I angrily flipped through all the books on the shelves, opened them one by one, hoping to find some clues or something, but there was nothing, every book was a blank sheet of paper, not a word, no clue at all.

I walked over to the bookshelves and looked at the two large bookshelves, wondering if there would be a problem with them? I pushed and pulled inside, and no matter how I tried to get the bookshelf, it was as steady as Mount Tai and didn't move.

I put my ear to the bookshelf, trying to hear if there would be any sound behind the bookshelf, or any secret room or something, but after listening to it for a long time, there was nothing.

I climbed to the top of the bookshelf and listened, left, right, up, down, and there was no sound, no clue at all. I sat on the ground with a decadent ass.

Suddenly, the books that I had flipped all over the floor suddenly returned to the shelves, and I was so frightened that I shouted: "Ah!"

Hurriedly hid behind the desk, showed two eyes, looked at the bookshelf, waited for half a day, and found that the book had not moved after it was returned.

I thought to myself, "This shouldn't be dangerous, right?"

I slowly tried to get up, approached the bookshelf again, threw seven or eight books from the bookshelf on the ground as fast as I could, and hurriedly hid behind the desk, and sure enough, after a while, the book flew back to its original position.

My eyes wandered from side to side and I thought, "Is this controlled by someone? Is this room being operated by someone? Could it be that I am in a confined space that is operated by someone?"

Thinking of this, I decided to give it another try, I pushed the desk, these pen holders, pen holders, pen ink, and paper inkstones on the ground at once, and sure enough, after a while, these things flew to the desk again and returned to their original state.

I stood in the corner of my desk, with my head full of question marks, and I thought, "How can this be? What the hell is going on? Is there any trick in this room?"

I was stunned for a while, looking left and right, looking up, looking down, looking everywhere without missing a single detail, but I couldn't find anything strange.

I moved the table away and there was nothing, it was very normal, I was going to move the chair away, there was nothing, no clue at all, it looked very normal, nothing strange.

I stepped back in frustration, this study is fine, I looked at the fabrics hanging in the room again, and they are also very normal, there is no problem.

I sighed and sat down on a stool in the middle of the room.

I looked at the table and stool I was sitting on and wondered if there was something wrong with the table and this stool.

Thinking of this, I threw all the stools away and moved the table away with great difficulty, still with nothing and no clue to use.

I stepped back again, confused, not knowing what to do.

I sat down on the bed, looking at the stools and the table I had removed, and after a while, I was back in place.

I was in a daze, I didn't know what to do, I didn't know what to do.

My heart was sad, my nose was sore, and tears flowed out unconsciously.

What should I do? How do I get out? Can anyone tell me? What the hell is this place?