But as soon as I sat down, a dark corner appeared in front of me.
He put his hand down and looked at it with the help of a weak light. It seemed to be red blood.
Scenes of signing contracts appeared in my mind, as if I was an entrepreneur.
I started thinking about the fragmented memories in my mind.
I sat down and planned to take a rest.
But then it tastes good and not too bad.
Relying on the dim light and watching the soup drop by drop falling into the bowl, just call it soup.
So why am I here now
I stared at the dark hole in a daze, not knowing what was inside.
It's like a dungeon, and it's purpose-built.
Looking up, there was only a dim incandescent lamp hanging in the sky.
Thinking about what happened before this scene, could I have been hit in the head
I stared at the soup in a daze, thinking about what to do next.
I glanced at the overhead light and I think it affected me.
I thought again about why I was here.
I slowly opened my eyes, and the surroundings were extremely dark.
I walked to the wall and touched it. It was extremely hard.
Am I too fat? I thought about it and groped myself.
The pain has lessened a lot, but the memory has not returned.
Reluctantly, I took a sip, but was unexpectedly surprised.
While I was sketching something on the blackboard, a clear pony appeared on the blackboard.
My memory is all blurry now, even if the kidnappers demand ransom.
I felt that if I lost weight, I might be able to squeeze through.
Downward from the dripping liquid was a solid iron bowl.
Then the kidnappers will ask for ransom from me, right
I did the math, and there were several incandescent lamps as tall as me.
The children cheered happily and I could hear them calling the teacher great.
But there is a lot of fat on my body. I guess I need to lose weight.
The kidnapper seemed to be taking a long time to appear, but the soup was dripping fast.
But now when I dip it in this soup, what I draw is a twisted monster.
So I'm a successful entrepreneur who teaches art to kids in school in my spare time
I dipped my fingers in the thick soup and began to draw the pony in my mind on the wall.
It happens to be liquid again, quenching thirst and relieving hunger.
Think about it, no entrepreneur is socializing everywhere.
No, I need to save myself.
I guess I would starve to death if I didn't have anything to eat.
But the shoulders were firmly stuck on both sides.
Then this is definitely not a house in the wilderness, it's probably the basement of a mansion.
Dark, damp.
Could this be prepared for me? My stomach is growling.
There was a growling sound in my stomach at this time. It seemed that I was hungry.
I touched my head with my hand, and it was burning.
After calming down, I heard the sound of dripping water.
Horses are not like horses, and dogs are not like dogs.
The water pipe dripped liquid downwards extremely slowly, and the liquid dripped extremely slowly.
I made a proper comparison between me and the entrance of the cave, and there was a difference of about one shoulder.
Looking down, I saw my beer belly. It seemed that I was still a fat boss.
Could it be because I offended someone while doing business? I started to scratch my head again.
I started shouting for help at the entrance of the cave, followed by cursing and hysterical shouting.
But I can't even remember a phone number.
I can't remember who I am, and I feel a little wet at the back of my head.
But it was too dark and all I could feel was wetness.
I thought logically.
And it's still very deep underground, because it's humid and humid here.
This speed should be able to barely keep me alive.
I thought it might be the exit because there was no other exit.
The hole was small, just big enough for my head to fit in.
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.
Who locked me up here
Is it because it’s too beautiful outside? Got here after being kidnapped.
Confused, I sat on the ground, thinking and trying to find some clues.
This must have been planned for me by the people who imprisoned me, just to let me live like this.
I picked up the iron bowl and smelled it, and there was a faint salty smell.
Helplessly, I took a swig and then put the bowl back where it was.
This building is completely enclosed, without a single window.
By the way, I seem to be a teacher.
I looked at the surrounding walls in the dim light.
I touched it and it seemed like a hole.
In front of the children, I seemed to have drawn a cute Q-version pony.
This seems to be a closed room.
I followed the source of the sound and saw a long water pipe.
Am I still a teacher
So where is this place? I looked at everything around me.
One lap surprised me.
I felt my size and height, but found it difficult to determine.
A bigger belly seems to make sense.
Until I was exhausted and ready to give up, I got no response at all.
I crawled over slowly, letting go of the fear in my heart and groping.
Very thick liquid, salty.
But there seems to be another picture in my mind, which is a group of students and a piece of white chalk.
I wanted to see if I had anything valuable on me, but found that I had no clothes on at all.