When Lin Xuan opened his eyes, the back of his head hit the cold metal wall.
He rubbed his head and sat up. There was a long and narrow carriage in front of him. The dark red seats are arranged neatly, and the incandescent lamp above the head flickers on and off, making a sizzling sound of electricity. Dozens of people were lying scattered in the carriage. Some were still unconscious, while others had woken up and were looking around in horror.
Lin Xuan's memory still lingers in the rental house. He had just finished delivering food for the day, fell on the bed and was scrolling through his phone, and then his vision went dark.
"Where the hell is this?"
A young man with dyed yellow hair got up from his seat, took out his cell phone, took a look at it, and yelled: "No signal! Damn it!"
People in the carriage woke up one after another. A middle-aged man in a suit pushed up his glasses and glanced around calmly: "Everyone, it seems we have been kidnapped."
