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Chapter 49 "Escape" Part [-]

I slowly opened my eyes, and the surroundings were extremely dark.

I can't remember who I am, and I feel a little wet at the back of my head.

I touched my head with my hand, and it was burning.

He put his hand down and looked at it with the help of a weak light. It seemed to be red blood.

But it was too dark and all I could feel was wetness.

Thinking about what happened before this scene, could I have been hit in the head?
So where is this place?I looked at everything around me.

Dark and damp.

This seems to be a closed room.

I walked to the wall and touched it. It was extremely hard.

Who locked me up here?
I started thinking about the fragmented memories in my mind.

Scenes of signing contracts appeared in my mind, as if I was an entrepreneur.

But there seems to be another picture in my mind, which is a group of students and a piece of white chalk.

While I was sketching something on the blackboard, a clear pony appeared on the blackboard.

The children cheered happily and I could hear them calling the teacher great.

Am I still a teacher?

I thought logically.

So I'm a successful entrepreneur who teaches art to kids in school in my spare time?

So why am I here now?

I wanted to see if I had anything valuable on me, but found that I had no clothes on at all.

I felt my size and height, but found it difficult to determine.

Looking down, I saw my beer belly. It seemed that I was still a fat boss.

Think about it, no entrepreneur is socializing everywhere.

A bigger belly seems to make sense.

Is it because it’s too beautiful outside?Got here after being kidnapped.

Then the kidnappers will ask for ransom from me, right?
No, I need to save myself.

My memory is all blurry now, even if the kidnappers demand ransom.

But I can't even remember a phone number.

I looked at the surrounding walls in the dim light.

One lap surprised me.

This building is completely enclosed, without a single window.

Then this is definitely not a house in the wilderness, it's probably the basement of a mansion.

And it's still very deep underground, because it's humid and humid here.

Looking up, there was only a dim incandescent lamp hanging in the sky.

I did the math, and there were several incandescent lamps as tall as me.

It's like a dungeon, and it's purpose-built.

Confused, I sat on the ground, thinking and trying to find some clues.

There was a growling sound in my stomach at this time. It seemed that I was hungry.

I guess I would starve to death if I didn't have anything to eat.

After calming down, I heard the sound of dripping water.

I followed the source of the sound and saw a long water pipe.The water pipe dripped liquid downwards extremely slowly, and the liquid dripped extremely slowly.

Downward from the dripping liquid was a solid iron bowl.

I picked up the iron bowl and smelled it, and there was a faint salty smell.

Could this be prepared for me? My stomach is growling.

Reluctantly, I took a sip, but was unexpectedly surprised.

Very thick liquid, salty.

But then it tastes good and not too bad.

Helplessly, I took a swig and then put the bowl back where it was.

Relying on the dim light and watching the soup drop by drop falling into the bowl, just call it soup.

I stared at the soup in a daze, thinking about what to do next.

The kidnapper seemed to be taking a long time to appear, but the soup was dripping fast.

This speed should be able to barely keep me alive.

It happens to be liquid again, quenching thirst and relieving hunger.

This must have been planned for me by the people who imprisoned me, just to let me live like this.

Could it be because I offended someone while doing business? I started to scratch my head again.

The pain has lessened a lot, but the memory has not returned.

I thought again about why I was here.

By the way, I seem to be a teacher.

I dipped my fingers in the thick soup and began to draw the pony in my mind on the wall.

In front of the children, I seemed to have drawn a cute Q-version pony.

But now when I dip it in this soup, what I draw is a twisted monster.

Horses are not like horses, and dogs are not like dogs.

I glanced at the overhead light and I think it affected me.

In other words, my current state of mind is not suitable for painting, so what I paint and what I have in my mind are completely two different things.

I sat down and planned to take a rest.

But as soon as I sat down, a dark corner appeared in front of me.

I crawled over slowly, letting go of the fear in my heart and groping.

I touched it and it seemed like a hole.

The hole was small, just big enough for my head to fit in.

But the shoulders were firmly stuck on both sides.

Am I too fat?I thought about it and groped myself.

But there is a lot of fat on my body. I guess I need to lose weight.

I made a proper comparison between me and the entrance of the cave, and there was a difference of about one shoulder.

I felt that if I lost weight, I might be able to squeeze through.

I stared at the dark hole in a daze, not knowing what was inside.

I thought it might be the exit because there was no other exit.

I started shouting for help at the entrance of the cave, followed by cursing and hysterical shouting.

Until I was exhausted and ready to give up, I got no response at all.

(End of this chapter)