nightmare exec

It didn't take long for Song Yin to roughly understand his current situation.

He was locked in a slender and smooth cylindrical container, and his body was filled with some kind of high-density liquid, which was heavy but unexpectedly did not affect his breathing.

He had a blindfold on his head, and his hands were crossed and bound behind his body. Only his legs were unrestricted—thankfully, he collected a lot of seemingly useless information thanks to these feet.

As for the sound, of course the liquid also has a certain degree of sound transmission effect, but the sound transmitted into Song Yin's ears has been severely distorted and changed, and it is difficult to identify exactly what object is emitting it.

Even so, he was able to confirm that there should be human activities outside the cylindrical container, and there are quite a few of them.

Song Yin quickly recalled that before he was trapped here, he was in an extraordinary state of "unable to automatically exit the dream copy".According to Ergou, if he wants to get rid of this state, he must be bound to a certain executive officer and temporarily become the other party's accessory.

Based on this, if he has left the dream copy now, then someone must have brought him out.

Qi Zhengnan and members of Yu Gutai's team would definitely not treat him like this.So, who else is in that dungeon...

Intruder!

Song Yin suddenly understood - he was kidnapped.

Song Yin had seen others talking about the topic of "executive kidnapping" on Aksha's social media before.It is said that in the Chinese jurisdiction alone, 10-20 executives are kidnapped every year when they enter the dream copy.

Although there is no very accurate information about the organizations that kidnapped these executives, they all come from the world.These organizations will send some people who also have the ability to enter dreams but have not been authenticated by the Aksha system (that is, intruders) to break into the dream copy and take away the authentic executives.

As for the purpose of doing so, although no organization has ever come forward to explain, but according to the discussions on social networking sites, the most likely are the following four.

1. Carry out inhumane anatomical research on the executive officer's body in order to improve the intruder's ability to fight in dreams.

2. Brainwash executives and transform them into new "invaders" to serve the organization.

3. Take hostages and negotiate conditions with Purgatory. Once the negotiation fails, the executive officer will be executed or put into the above two purposes.

4. Reselling.I don't know where the gossip came from. It is said that an executive officer who is more than "one year old" can be sold at a price of more than six digits of RMB on the black market.

Either way, the results are not good.

Song Yin thought about his experience of purgatory in just two months, and deeply felt that even if he was a meat ticket, he might not be valued by the kidnappers.

He knew that he had to get out of this damn jar full of liquid as soon as possible. As for how to return to Purgatory after getting out, that was another matter.

There are not many options to choose from, Song Yin quickly figured out that he should first perform a "sheep epileptic seizure" to see if he can attract the attention of people outside the jar.

However, at this moment, he suddenly heard a "boom" directly in front of him - as if something not too hard was lightly attached to the jar.

Is someone watching him?

Song Yin felt that the timing seemed good, so he immediately prepared to start his attack performance.

However, it was too late and then fast, but he heard a strange, indistinct and intermittent sound.

It was singing, a woman's singing.

The first thing to be recognized is a melody that has been severely distorted in the liquid.

Immediately afterwards, the lyrics closely related to it also quickly jumped out of Song Yin's mind.

"You must be you, you cannot escape yourself..."

He moved his lips, but he couldn't hear himself making a sound, but a bubble brushed the corner of his mouth, bringing a tingling feeling.

The woman's singing continued.Despite the ambiguity, Song Yin keenly grasped every recognizable characteristic point - yes, this is the song adapted from Goethe's poem.Not long ago he was listening in front of the carousel at an amusement park.

However, compared to the joy of the merry-go-round, Song Yin prefers the version in front of him—ancient and gentle, almost reminding him of the lullaby his mother sang back then.

So, who is it that sings?Or... this is just an illusion that I had in times of crisis?

Song Yin hated the blindfolds that covered his eyes like never before.

If it was possible, he really wanted to open his eyes and see who was singing.

However, the woman's singing stopped soon, and then he heard the sound of an electrical device being turned on above his head.

Something was moving, the sound of a hydraulic press making a steady, constant sound.

The liquid surrounding Song Yin also began to stir, bubbling and bubbling.Constantly draining downwards.

Soon, most of Song Yin's body was exposed to the liquid.Just as he tried to take a breath, his lungs felt a sharp pain, and then he fell to the ground with a plop, coughing and vomiting liquid.

After vomiting like this for about 1 minute, he felt that the liquid in his lungs was basically discharged, and his breathing was barely smoother.

Only then did Song Yin think about getting up, but found that his whole body was limp and weak, and his hands were cut behind his back, so he couldn't move at all.

To make matters worse, he's 80.00% certain that he's naked right now through close contact with the ground—and with a mask and handcuffs on, which is a terrible picture no matter how you think about it.

It seems that I have never heard of arresting executives to play SM...

While muttering in his heart, he twisted his body, trying to get up from the ground in the most civilized manner possible.

But before he succeeded, two hard footsteps came from the left and right at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, he was lifted from the ground by two people, one on the left and one on the right, holding his arms, and adjusted him to a kneeling position on the ground.

"Tap, tap, tap"

It was like the sound of a metal crutch hitting the ground, walking towards Song Yin at a leisurely pace.

Wow, this must be a big shot - Song Yin's judgment can be said to be quite sharp, but the plan for self-help is still blank.

In a blink of an eye, the sound of the cane stopped about one meter in front of him, but no one spoke.

Within a few seconds of this quietness, Song Yin heard the chaotic coughing and panting of another person a little further away.

Could it be that more than one executive officer was caught here?

Tsk.Song Yin let out an inaudible complaint.

In terms of the number of hostages alone, one person is much safer than two.

As for the reason, it is also obvious-the stall selling watermelon has to cut a watermelon and put it on the side as a sample.

Thinking of this, a chill came over him, and even made him shiver several times in a row.

But then an incredible thing happened - he suddenly felt a thin velvet blanket covering his back, and the long-lost warmth began to spread from his back to all directions.

Is he really afraid of freezing him to death, or is he planning to implement a soft policy?

No matter what the answer is, Song Yin feels that the other party has no intention of killing him to sacrifice to heaven.

So he got bolder, licked his lips and opened his mouth.

"……who are you?"

Although there were only four words, it was not easy for him to say them - his throat was so dry that it could breathe fire, and it seemed that it had just been polished by sandpaper, and the voice he made was simply not his own.

Song Yin was sure that there must be no less than three people standing beside her, but no one responded.

About ten seconds later, he suddenly felt something approaching in front of his face.His insecurity prompted him to instinctively turn his head away, but it was obviously futile.

Stretching towards Song Yin was a somewhat rough but surprisingly warm hand.

The hand stroked his face lightly twice, then retracted, and then Song Yin heard the sound of the cane gradually moving away until it disappeared.

Touched twice and left?How much does this mean?

Before Song Yin figured out what kind of trick this was, he suddenly heard one of the people holding him say five words clearly and plainly——

"Send them on their way."

As soon as these words came out, the other executive officer who was pressed a little far away started screaming.

Song Yin's mood at the moment is not much calmer than him.Already silently scolded this group of kidnappers who didn't play their cards according to routine hundreds of thousands of times.

However, he did not give up his desire to survive.

"Two big brothers...you are so strong, my arm is almost twisted out of the hole. Please change the place? I can't stand being pinched..."

Even though her voice was as hoarse as a duck, Song Yin tried to soften her tone as much as possible, deliberately putting on a cowardly and ambiguous attitude.

This is of course intentional - he didn't think that the two men holding him would definitely be interested in the same sex, but that no matter what orientation people are, when facing cowardly and sycophants, they will be more or less There will be contemptuous mentality everywhere.

Contemptuousness will underestimate the enemy, and underestimation of the enemy will cause flaws.With a flaw, maybe there will be an opportunity to take advantage of.

Sure enough, when Song Yin begged for the second time, the man standing on his right gave an impatient "tsk", and then relaxed a few fingers slightly.

It's now!

I saw Song Yin, who was still doing his best a second ago, swung his arm vigorously, first broke free from the person on the right, and then tilted his head and bumped towards the left.

It was his luck that he happened to bump into the jaw of the man on the left, with a bang, almost hurting both sides.

Song Yin felt that he was somewhat concussed, but he didn't care to catch his breath, and struggled to get up and run away.

Now a new problem came out - he couldn't see anything with the blindfold on, and he didn't know where to run.

If you want to remove the blindfold, you have to use your hands.But Song Yin's hands were tied behind his back.

Tools must be used to uncuff the handcuffs.But Song Yin was clean and naked at the moment.

And these are not all the problems - when Song Yin was trying to stand up with his own strength, he was shocked to find that his legs were as soft as if they were kneaded out of dough, and he could hardly do anything Strength.

Everything is unfavorable, more bad luck than good luck——Although my heart is half cold, it is not Song Yin's style to sit and wait for death.

He took a deep breath, stumbled and ran towards the front he believed.

This was his last desperate effort.But fate was not on his side.

After running less than three steps, he slammed into the wall firmly, and then his whole body almost slid down to the ground bit by bit against the wall.

The sound of footsteps behind has rushed over quickly.The last ray of life will be wasted in vain like this.

Everything looked terrible, but it wasn't without "good things" happening—for example, the blindfold on Song Yin's face was displaced to the top of his head while he was rubbing against the wall.

And just less than two meters in front of him, stood a stainless steel lying cabinet, and the shiny cabinet body reflected his dignity at this moment.

His complexion was pale and purple, shriveled, and thin, with slender eyes, a hooked nose, and a mouthful of rotten teeth.

This is not his pretty, handsome, cute, youthful, sexy face at all! !

Just when the two pursuers rushed up to pack Song Yin and fix it again, Song Yin wailed more miserable than being gossiped.

"It's not me, who the hell is this!!!"