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Chapter 421: The Weird Place (4)

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    There is still no one paying attention to me here, everyone is doing their own things, I took the opportunity to sneak and squat next to the uncle, the uncle seemed to notice me coming, glanced at my feet, and continued to build his own building blocks  .

    Hey!  Look at me, maybe there is something interesting, maybe he can explain to me what's going on here!  I need to find out more about what's going on here!

    In order to look more natural, I simply sat down and said casually, "Uhhow are you here?"

    Uncle ignored me, and slowly built blocks on his own. I dare not speak loudly at the moment, so I can only say quietly, like a mosquito: "What is going on with those people? Why are we here?"

    The uncle finally had a reaction. He raised his head and met my eyes. There was no expression on his face, he just stared at me, and didn't answer any of my questions.  When I was about to ask more questions, the uncle simply got up, avoided me directly, went to the place where there are building blocks on the other side, and continued to build building blocks.

    Good guy, what's going on here?  Push me out?  Why do they ignore me when I ask them?  Is it my problem?  or what?

    And behind me, there happened to be two women who were playing poker. I turned around and moved towards them to watch them play.

    If my question is wrong, then maybe I should try another question. Some of these people, although they screamed "Zi'er wow" before, they are all very quiet now, which is a bit strange.  Strange!

    I look at the woman on the left. She is wearing a gray base layer shirt, a pair of baggy men's slacks, and has shaggy hair.  The woman on the right is wearing a floral dress, a pair of scoop shoes on her feet, short hair, and a wound on the corner of her mouth. She may have been beaten by those 'managers' too.

    I observed them for a while, and whispered: "Can I join you to play?"

    The woman with the wound on the corner of her mouth glanced at me, moved her lips slightly, and squeezed out a sentence from the corner of her mouth: "Yes."

    It can be regarded as someone willing to talk to me!

    "How long have you been here?" I hurriedly moved towards them, stretched my neck and approached them, picked up a poker scattered on the ground, pretending that I was chatting with them.

    "You'd better not talk so much." The woman on the left also spoke, but her voice was still so small that her lips didn't move much.

    "Why? Is it because of those people in the other room? They"

    Before I could finish my words, someone opened a gap in the door of the 'office' behind me, and a woman sternly said to the outside: "If you don't want to be beaten, shut up and stop whispering!"

    I immediately shut my mouth and didn't dare to say anything, but when the other two women saw this, they turned around with their poker cards and stopped facing me. It was obvious that they didn't want to talk to me anymore, and they probably said a few more words  , it is easy to be beaten!

    But thinking about the few times I was electrocuted, I was really a little scared. If I was electrocuted, it would be enough. Now just thinking about it makes me feel goosebumps all over my body.

    And I'm afraid just now, these people know that they can't talk nonsense, so everyone doesn't communicate much!  This is a problem!  If I don't communicate, how can I know what this place is from these people's mouths?  And why are you locked up here?

    The woman in the 'office' yelled outside, then turned around and closed the door.

    At the same time, I also noticed a very strange problem, that is, the door was closed, and there were no guards watching us from outside. How did the people inside know that the people outside were talking?  Is there surveillance here?

    Thinking about it this way, I raised my eyelids, looked up, and looked around, but I didn't find any surveillance cameras!  what on earth is it?  I don't know why!

    It seems that in the hall on the first floor, if I want to ask something, it seems a bit difficult!

    I simply don't want to be so troublesome. Although I can't see that there is surveillance, maybe there is really surveillance somewhere, but it is just hidden.

    I stood up, looked around again, and saw these people, so obedient, there must be something wrong!

    I remember that the room where I first woke up was on the second floor, and then I was let out, so I went straight downstairs!  I don't know if there is anything else on the second floor, or, I want to know, is there any other place that is relatively weak and allows me to escape from here.

    I walk slowly? Stepping slowly towards the direction of the stairs, along the stairs to the second floor, the second floor is full of open iron doors, there is no one in the room, everyone is downstairs  .  I simply counted, there are a total of twenty-six such single rooms on the second floor!  In other words, there are people living in the left and right rooms, and everyone is locked up separately.

    But during the day, everyone is in the hall on the first floor, why?

    The room I am in is located on the second floor. It is in the middle. I checked the door lock. This kind of door lock is still the old lock in the 1990s. It is a green lock with a keyhole on one side and a keyhole on the other.  Inside the house, the door lock can be opened from inside the house, but the inner part is welded to the door, so the door cannot be opened from inside the house.

    However, I noticed a detail, that is this kind of door lock, I actually played with it when I was a child!  At that time, I used this kind of lock at home. I remember that it seemed to use some kind of hard and thin thing. As long as it was inserted along the side of the door, and once again, the door could be opened!

    The same is true for this kind of lock, if I can have some kind of suitable object, maybe I can open the door even when I am in the house!  Generally speaking, a bank card can do it, but I don¡¯t have anything on me now, where can I get a bank card?  Or use the poker downstairs?  That doesn't work either!  Poker is so soft, it must be broken, it will not work at all!

    Then what should I do?  Is there something that I can use?

    I want to come and start searching here on the second floor to see if I can find something that will allow me to unlock it.

    I searched around on the second floor, but found nothing, so I can only cast my eyes on the third floor!  Taking advantage of no one here, I went to the third floor again. The specifications of the third floor and the second floor are the same, and there are rooms one by one.

    This made me wonder, what is going on with the people here?  Living like this every day, don't you have any objections at all?  Just let others dominate?  Is it just because you are afraid of being electrocuted?

    I turned around on the empty third floor. At the deepest corner, I found that there is still room for extension. There is an iron fence door. Behind the fence door, there is still space. There is a small corridor.  Going to the left, there is an upward staircase over there, and there seems to be something on it.

    However, the fence gate is locked tightly. There are two locks on it, one is an iron chain lock, and the other is the lock that comes with the fence gate.

    Why is there such a door here, and what is closed inside?  Or, is this door an exit?  Can I go out from here?  In order not to let us go out, that's why we put two locks on one door?

    Perhaps it is really as I thought!  I reached out and grabbed the iron fence door and tamped it. Is the fence door very strong?

    Just at this moment, there was a sound of noisy footsteps from the stairs behind him, and someone was rushing towards the third floor.  Soon, several women and men rushed up from downstairs with electric shock batons in their hands.

    The woman in the lead came straight towards me aggressively. Instead, I looked at them in a daze. There were so many of them. I didn't have any weapons. It was impossible to deal with them. What's more, with my current reaction ability,  It seems not as good as before.

    "Bitch, who told you to walk around?" The woman grabbed my chin, her hand was so strong that it hurt me, she pulled my hair fiercely, full of threats:  "You are really dishonest, it seems that you still haven't learned how to behave yourself!"

    I gritted my teeth secretly, but didn't dare to say anything. If I resist rashly now, the only thing I get in return is a severe beating and electric shock. There are so many people on the other side, and I can't deal with them by myself!  All the struggles are in vain!

    Seeing me gritting my teeth and looking straight at her, the woman said angrily, "I still don't accept it! Then I will beat you until you accept it!"

    The woman pushed me into the crowd behind her, and she winked at the other people. Before I could stand still, the woman closest to me came up and waved her hand fiercely.  A slap in the face, a crisp sound of 'snap', my face was burning with pain.

    My thin body has been beaten once before. Although I can stand up now, my body has not fully recovered. With this slap, my feet went limp and I fell to the side.

    The woman on the other side also came forward, raised her leg and kicked my stomach, the pain made my eyes stare, one wave after another, I was beaten twice in a row, I was really unlucky  !  What's wrong with me?  Why do you have to encounter these?

    It was these two women who mainly beat me. They kicked and beat me, kicked and pinched me, but I could only curl up and beat me continuously, making it impossible for me to scream, and I didn¡¯t want to scream.  , I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes tightly, tears blurred my eyes, I could only let myself be beaten, but I couldn't do anything.

    I don't know how long I was beaten, but every second was so hard, until the woman who was originally the leader stopped their beatings on me, and they finally stopped.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)??, and I didn't want to scream, I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes tightly, tears blurred my eyes, I could only let myself be beaten, but I couldn't do anything.

    I don't know how long I was beaten, but every second was so hard, until the woman who was originally the leader stopped their beatings on me, and they finally stopped.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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