The man put his legs on the table, which was leaning against the wall. There was a huge TV hanging on the wall, and the TV was playing surveillance footage of a room.
The picture shows a woman tied to a chair, with her hands and feet tied with ropes in four directions to steel pipes at the four corners with the woman in the center. The woman's mouth was gagged like a rag or something else, and she kept making unexplained whimpering sounds. There were eye masks on both eyes, and her ears were covered with something, revealing a thin line hanging from the woman's neck, extending beyond the surveillance screen.
The man leaned his upper body on the back of the chair, holding a book and reading it with gusto.
"Has it stopped?" A little girl with tied hair approached the man and glanced at the surveillance video, "You feel relaxed."
The man didn't even raise his head, "That's it. I have to wait anyway, so I'm not in a hurry."
"It won't be long." The little girl glanced at the book in the man's hand. The cover said: Ulysses.
The man finally put down the book, stretched out, and threw the book on the table. "Yeah, it won't be long."
"It won't be long."
