It's stuck.

As I wanted to move my body, I felt a tough counter-pull force on my left wrist, and at the same time, a crisp sound of gold and iron sliding came into my ears.

I still felt an inexplicable soreness all over my body, but my five senses seemed not to be affected much.

Is the "illness" I had before almost cured?

Wait, the last time I woke up, my hands!

I recalled the tearing pain in my mind, and I quickly turned my head and looked at my left hand.

My vision was still a little blurred, as if there was a layer of mist in front of me.

But, intact?

I turned my head again to confirm that the other side was intact, and there were no wounds on my arms, palms, and there were no wounds.

Did the previous ones all hallucinate?

No, it doesn't matter anymore, what matters is now.

Where am I now?

The stone walls, iron fences, oil lamps are lit outside the iron fences, and...

It's stuck, it's stuck.

As I gently pulled my arms, the shackles and iron chains locked at my wrists also began to declare my presence.

Laboratory? Basement? Dungeon?

No matter which one it seems to be fine.

Anyway, this is what I face when I wake up this time.

I was locked up by someone...

I glanced at the stone walls on both sides again.

It looks very sound insulation, in the house.

I was in the approximately center of the house, and my hands were stretched out and locked in shackles.

One end of the shackles is me, and the other end is connected with chains.

The chains are completely tight, almost level with the ground, and are connected to the walls on both sides.

Really, I looked at the thick iron railing in front of me and sighed helplessly.

It’s not necessary to lock me up like “cross”!

Look at the iron pillars, each one is thick with my calves, and I can't get out at all!

One more effort!

Ah, my shoulders are so sore, my arms are so sore, have I been hanging for too long or my "illness" has not yet cured.

Really, why did I encounter such a thing?

I slept well at home, but was captured by a terrorist organization that normal people would never have access to in their entire lives.

Alas, it's unlucky.

"Is anyone? What do you want to do? I'll give me a message!"

Some of myself gave in, I shouted loudly in the direction of the iron fence.

Just thinking about it can tell if you think about it. It is impossible for ordinary people like me to escape in such a place or in this situation.

Since that's the case, it's better to just call someone and tell them that I'm awake.

In this way, at least I might know why they arrested me an innocent citizen, and if they were lucky, they might know what they wanted to do and what terrible plans could subvert the world.

Alas, I don't know if the police could find this place.

By the way, am I really in the basement?

Is it possible that this house is actually on the ground?

And how far away is I from home now, am I in the city or in the suburbs?

I was yelling while thinking about it, but after I shouted for several minutes, no one came over.

No one? Or can't understand Chinese?

Ah, yes. This kind of evil organization that should be very awesome should be available in all parts of the world and in every country.

Should I shout in English?

“is         anyone                                                    

“i       woke         up(I woke up)!”

“is                                                                                                                              �

"do                                                                                                                              �

“have                                                                                                                              �

“somebody                                                                                                                             �

Is my pronunciation not standard?

What can I do? I don’t use English when I work. I have returned a lot of things I learned back to the teacher. Now I’m not so embarrassed to say English!

“do        you        care        about        food        here?”

"fuck                                                                                                                              

Finally, just as I was angry, desperate, and exhausted, I suddenly heard a crisp applause.

"It's worthy of being a holy demon, and he's so energetic when he wakes up."

It was the sound of a thick middle-aged man, with the sound from far to near, accompanied by footsteps.

Day, it turns out that someone can speak Chinese!

You can't come out early, and it's embarrassing to let a person who is no longer good at speaking English yell in English!

"So, are the words of your holy demons?"

A middle-aged man with a sturdy face and a strong figure stood outside the fence and asked me.

A robe, jacket, coat, lining, and hairpin with hairpins.

Uncle, I'm still following the ancient trend at such a big age.

But the clothes looked quite delicate, and I don't know where they were made.

Probably because I haven't spoken, the uncle outside the iron railing spoke again.

"Why don't you reply? Holy Demon, don't you understand human words?"

You don’t understand people’s words, your whole family doesn’t understand people’s words!

“fuck        your        mother!”

I cursed.

But what I didn't expect was that when he heard my words, he not only did not get angry, but his eyes were shining.

That look was like a "wild beast" who had been single for many years suddenly saw the enchanting beauty!

I'm going, this uncle is still a gay man?!

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a surge in my stomach.

"Wow……"

I'm having a dry retard.

Of course, I can't spit out anything.

"So that's it, so that's it. You are really not a remnant of the Lin family! I just said, I just said that the little Lin family would not have such a trump card!"

"Ah, Holy Demon."

I saw him take down the jade pendant at his waist and press it on the iron railing in front of him.

Immediately, I heard the creaking sound of a squeak, and all the iron pillars slowly shrank into the ground.

What a guy, there is no door!

"Holy demon, you really are a holy demon."

The strong uncle walked up to me, shaking his hands, and his mouth was full of saliva and starry skyward.

The emotions are so intense. How can you be a member of a terrorist organization?

I complained in my heart, and I still looked at him quietly, "fuck                                                      �

I went, and he was even more moved. What's going on?

Isn't this person not ignorant of English?
To be continued...