"Hiss..."
There was a sharp pain in the back of his head, as if it was about to tear his skull apart, and Lin Xun suddenly woke up from the chaos.
He subconsciously wanted to rub the painful area, but found that his hand was stuck on something and could not move.
When I opened my eyes with great effort, what I saw was not the pale ceiling of the hospital, nor was it my rented cabin.
This is a narrow, dark corridor.
The air was filled with a strong smell that seemed to be a mixture of rotten wood and rust, making people want to cough. Above the head, an old dim light bulb flickered uneasily, making the already weird atmosphere even more terrifying. On the walls, the dark yellow wall peeled off in large chunks, revealing the gray-black cement inside, like rotten human faces.
Lin Xun found himself sitting against a cold wall, with seven or eight people lying or sitting around him, including men, women, old and young. Everyone's face was filled with the same confusion and fear as his own.
His hand was suppressed by the thigh of a fat middle-aged man next to him.
"Where is this? Filming a movie?"
"Kidnapping! It must be kidnapping! Let me out quickly!"
"Where is my LV bag? My bag is missing!"
