can't get what you want

I wrapped myself in a towel and got back under the covers.

There was still blood on the feet, and it was a little stinging, and there were bloodstains all the way when he walked over.

There are probably glass shards in it, and I haven't dealt with it. I need a little pain now to maintain the expression on my face.

When I lay down, my body relaxed a little, I was thinking about a lot of things in a mess, my palms were sweating a little, I tried to do something else to divert my thoughts.

The quilt should not be the bed from last night. I don't know when it was changed. Although I didn't have a deep impression last night, it shouldn't be as tidy as it was when I woke up this morning after the madness.

I don't know what kind of medicine is being fed, the effect is too strong, even close to drugs, my mind and body are confused, but fortunately, I don't feel addicted for the time being.

I've never known Li Zheqing before, but judging by his skills, it's obvious that his family is not simple, and he may have some connection with underground forces. I don't know anything about this, and it's probably best to go abroad after escaping.

In addition to what Li Zheqing said, there may be other places where the monitors are installed, so don't believe them all.The most likely place to install it should be the potted plant in the corner.

There must be someone behind the monitor monitoring and reporting in real time. I don't know who it is, so it's best to get close.

It has been five days since I was imprisoned here, and I don’t know if anyone found that I was missing and called the police.

Song Cheng is the only one I often communicate with, but he has been very busy recently, as if something happened at home, the communication is basically just a text message to contact, I had my mobile phone with me before I was knocked out, and I didn’t return it later, just a little disguise Maybe Song Cheng wouldn't find out even after a while.

The company just resigned, so no one will find it strange if I don't come.I made an appointment with a group of donkey friends before, but I just found a random group. When they arrived at the destination, they broke up. If they didn’t go to gather, they probably thought that I let them go, and they wouldn’t wait for me.

The rented house has not been returned, it is a single room, the landlord aunt is very enthusiastic, but she lives with her daughter, and she will not find out that I am missing.

As for those two people, they usually play their own things and only call once every six months. Even if I die, they don't necessarily know.

Even if someone finally finds out and calls the police, I don't know how long it will be until I find this place, but I don't want to stay here for a day.

I can only find a way to escape by myself, no matter what method I use.

I couldn't help but clenched my hands tightly, and there was a tingling sensation in the palm of my hand, but it made me feel relieved.

I looked around boredly, counting the number of surveillance cameras that might be hidden, and suddenly wanted to say hello to the people behind the surveillance cameras, so I made a grimace at a known surveillance camera, and stretched out my left hand to point in the direction of the surveillance Made a grasping motion.

"I got you."

I don't know if the monitor can hear the voice, so I said to the monitor word by word, I want the other party to see my mouth clearly.

It's probably too boring. Normally, I would call someone to give me a few books, or go for a walk to pass the time, but I don't want to get out of bed now, so I can only find something to relax myself.

I talked to the monitor for a while.

In fact, I didn't want to get any response, I just wanted to use this to divert my attention. After saying a few words, I thought it was a bit funny. When I wanted to turn to do other things, I saw a flash of light at the location of the monitor.

This is a response?

"Are you responding to me?"

I exaggerated the mouth shape, a little unbelievable.

The monitor flashed again.

"Can you hear voices?"

I thought for a while and added: "If yes, flash once, if not, flash twice."

The monitor flickered.

It seems that I don't need to compare the lip shape, which is better.

The feeling of communicating with two people is completely different from communicating with one person. Someone will respond to you, making you feel that it is not a one-man show.

Because it was really boring, I asked him to answer, and it was quite pleasant. I tentatively asked a question about the layout of this room, and the intention was obvious.

This time I waited for a while, and the monitoring did not respond.

I thought he wouldn't answer anymore, and I was not disappointed. I wanted to change the question, but saw the monitor flash twice.

Refuse to answer or not?

I tried asking a few more questions, including the ones I knew, and his answers were the same as I already knew.

I felt the kindness coming from behind the surveillance, and I couldn't help but smile a little, feeling a little moved in my heart.

I chatted with the monitor for a while, and heard the sound of iron doors opening and closing and cars driving in.

I fell silent for an instant, my body was a little stiff, and I felt a familiar tingling pain from my right hand.

What should be faced is always faced.

I suppressed all expressions on my face, and heard some hurried footsteps getting closer and closer until they stopped by the door.

Then there was the sound of a latch opening and closing.

The author has something to say: It turns out that you can’t eat sugar when writing depressive plots

When I was writing the attack plan, my friend sent me a sweet joke written by her

Then I wrote the plot and wrote it and it became like this ==

The next update will have to wait until the exam is over

Guess what to do next chapter?Prompt the third Chapter 4, and then prompt is a spoiler 0.0