Stuck.
Along with the thought of moving my body, I felt a strong pull on my left wrist, and at the same time, a crisp sound of gold and iron sliding reached my ears.
There is still an inexplicable soreness all over my body, but my five senses seem to be less affected.
Is the "illness" you had before almost cured?
Wait, last time I woke up, it was my hand!
Recalling the tearing pain in my mind, I quickly turned my head and looked at my left hand.
His vision was still a little blurry, as if there was a layer of mist in front of his eyes.
Intact, though?
I turned my head to confirm the other side. The right side was also intact. There were no wounds on my arm or palm.
Was everything before all an illusion?
No, it's not important anymore, what's important is now.
Where am I now?
Stone walls, iron fences, oil lamps lit outside the iron fence, and...
Jam, jam.
As I gently pulled my arms, the shackles and chains locked at my wrists began to announce their presence.
laboratory? basement? Dungeon?
No matter which one it is, it seems to be fine.
Anyway, this is what I woke up to this time.
Being imprisoned by someone unknown...
I took another look at the stone walls on the left and right.
It seems that the sound insulation effect is very good in the house.
I was in roughly the center of the house, with my hands stretched out and shackles locked on each.
One end of the shackles is me, and the other end is connected to the chain.
The chains were completely taut, almost level with the ground, and connected to the walls on both sides.
Really, I looked at the thick iron railing in front of me and sighed helplessly.
You even made me look like a "ten" and locked me up. There was no need at all!
Look at those iron pillars. Each one is as thick as my calf. I can't get out at all!
What a waste!
Ah, my shoulders are so sore and my arms are so sore. Is it because I have been hanging for too long or my "illness" is not cured yet.
Really, why would this happen to me?
I was sleeping well at home, but I was captured by a terrorist organization that normal people would never come into contact with in their lifetime.
Oh, what a bad luck.
"Is anyone there? Just tell me what you want to do!"
Somewhat self-defeating, I shouted in the direction of the iron fence.
Just think about it with your heels and you will know that it is impossible for an ordinary person like me to escape from this place and this situation.
In this case, it is better to call people directly and tell them that I am awake.
In this way, at least I might be able to know why they want to arrest me, an innocent citizen, and even if I'm lucky, I might even know what they want to do and what terrible plan they have to overturn the world.
Alas, I wonder if the police will be able to find this place.
By the way, am I really in the basement?
Is it possible that this house is actually above ground?
And how far away from home am I now? Am I in the city or the suburbs?
I was thinking wildly and yelling, but I yelled for several minutes and no one came.
no one? Still can’t understand Chinese?
Ah, yes. This kind of evil organization, which should be very powerful, should be found all over the world and in every country.
Should I speak English?
"Is anyone here?"
"I woke up!"
"Is there anyone here (Is there anyone here)?"
"Do you care about food here?"
"Have you ever been to school?"
"Somebody come here!"
Is it because my pronunciation is not standard?
What can I do about this? I don’t use English at work. I have given back many of the things I learned back then to the teacher. Isn’t it difficult for me to speak English now?
"Do you care about food here?"
"Fuck your mother! Give me someone quickly!" (Because it is a curse word, I will not translate it)
Finally, just when I was angry, desperate, and exhausted, I suddenly heard crisp applause.
"As expected of a holy demon, he is so energetic as soon as he wakes up."
It was the voice of a rich middle-aged man. The voice came from far to near, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.
Japan, it turns out there is someone who can speak Chinese!
You couldn't have come out earlier, it would be embarrassing to have someone who doesn't speak English very well yelling in English!
"So, what you just said are the language of your holy demon?"
A middle-aged man with a Chinese character face and a strong build stood outside the fence and asked me.
Robe, mandarin jacket, outer coat, lining, and hairpin to tie the hair.
Uncle, you are still following the ancient fashion at a very old age.
But the clothes looked quite exquisite, I don’t know where they were made.
Probably because I had been silent, the uncle outside the iron fence spoke again.
"Why don't you reply? Holy demon, don't you understand human language?"
You don’t understand human language, your whole family doesn’t understand human language!
"Fuck your mother!"
I opened my mouth and cursed.
But what I didn't expect was that when he heard what I said, not only was he not angry, but his eyes sparkled.
The look in his eyes was like a "beast" who had been single for many years suddenly saw a voluptuous beauty!
Let me go, is this uncle still a gay man? !
Thinking of this, I suddenly felt my stomach churn.
"Wow……"
I was retching.
Of course, nothing can be said.
"I see, that's it, you really are not a remnant of the Lin family! I'm telling you, I'm telling you, the Lin family doesn't have such a trump card!"
"Ah, Holy Demon."
I saw him take off the jade pendant from his waist and press it on the iron railing in front of him.
Immediately, a creaking sound was heard, and all the iron pillars slowly retracted into the ground.
Good guy, there is no way!
"Holy Demon, you really are a Holy Demon."
The burly old man walked up to me, shaking his hands and saliva flying from his mouth.
The emotions are so intense. How can he be a member of a terrorist organization if he is so unstable?
I complained in my heart, but I still looked at him quietly, my heart still, "Fuck your mother."
I went and he was even more moved. What's going on?
Doesn’t this person not understand English?
With this in mind, I decided to test it out, "How are you?"
"Oh." I watched his eyes light up and nodded repeatedly, as if I was seeing some rare treasure.
You gave me the answer "I'm fine, thanks"!
"Holy Demon!" he shouted loudly.
So the word is calling me?
Why do you call me Holy Demon? It doesn’t sound like a human name at all. Since it's a code name in a dark organization, let's call it "007" or "K" or something like that.
Although I was complaining in my heart, I still frowned at him.
"I." He pointed to himself, "I am one of the owners here."
He pointed to the ground again, then back to himself.
"You are in my territory now."
He pointed at me, then at the ground, then at himself.
This person wants to communicate with me in sign language?
No, you are not using sign language either.
Out of politeness, I still smiled and asked in as friendly a tone as possible: "Are you sick?"
"..."
"?"
"..."
"What's wrong?"
"You, you, you, you, you..." I saw his eyes shrink instantly, and he pointed at me with one finger, trembling slightly.
"How can you speak human language? Impossible, this is impossible! Are you really a remnant of the Lin family? No, you obviously, obviously are not human, you clearly don't have that kind of structure! How can you be a remnant of the Lin family? Woolen cloth?"
As he spoke, he stepped back, his expression slumped, his figure swaying, and he seemed to have been hit hard.
"No, you can't be a human! You are a holy demon!"
"The ancestors said that you are the blood of heaven, a Taoist fruit, and a holy demon that can make people live forever. How could you, how could you be..."
"Hey, can you put me down first? I'm just an ordinary person. You must have arrested the wrong person. If you understand, can you let me go?"
With a vague hope, I still tried to speak.
However, what I said made him even more angry and excited. He stamped his feet and yelled: "No! No! How can you speak human language!"
Good guy, English is also a language invented by humans.
"You are the Holy Demon, you are the messenger of God that our Wen family finally found, how could you, how could you!"
I watched his expression become more and more distorted. I saw his eyes flashing strangely when he looked at me. I saw him take out a beautiful short knife from his sleeve...
Day, you TM...
Air began to leak from my throat, and the cold air blew at the gaps in my body. It hurt so much that I couldn't speak.
"You are a holy demon!"
I am your uncle!
"You must be a holy demon!"
Just wait for me. Next time, next time I will open my mouth on your chest.
"I'll prove it to you!"
You'd better not walk at night in the future, otherwise I will not let you go.
"You are a holy demon!"
…
He seemed to be talking about something else. What did he say?
Why does it feel like the sound is getting further and further away?
I, is this the end?
…………
That happened a long time later, because this time the injury was too serious, and before I woke up, my body suffered various injuries again. It took me half a year to wake up again.
It was also during that period, half alive and half dead, overlooking the entire Putian Continent in a blur, that I realized with some hindsight:
I've traveled through time.
