Those years of my school loan

Nebula didn't reply me, presumably it was time to do something.

And at this moment, the beauty suddenly lit a cigarette: "Do you mind if I smoke?"

"Why would I mind?" I laughed, this is at someone's house.

No, there is obviously no ashtray in this room, and there is no trace of smoking. Generally speaking, if a smoker smells smoke to some extent, whether it is on his body or in the room, but this room is very fragrant, not at all like It is a place where people who have the habit of smoking live.

But just when I doubted this, I suddenly felt dizzy, damn it, I was tricked! ! !

This woman really has a problem!

The smell of the cigarette she exhaled was completely different from the usual cigarette, it was a very fragrant feeling.

"You, what are you... who are you?"

I just felt dizzy, and I couldn't even stand upright. Before I could say a few words, I fell to the ground with a plop, and my vision began to blur.

Before the consciousness completely disappeared, I only saw a sneer on the woman's face, and then squatted in front of me and blew a cigarette at me.

Damn, I didn't expect my tracks to be exposed in the end, but the other party found a fake owner of the house to seduce me.

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I don’t know how long it took, but when I woke up again, I only felt a splitting headache, grandma’s, what kind of smoke is that, why is it so powerful?

I opened my eyes and looked left and right, but found that it seemed to be a dark underground prison. I reached out and touched it, only to find a piece of wet and slippery wall, which was so slippery that I couldn't grasp it at all.

Because the light is not enough, I can't see clearly, so I can only grope around, and finally only touch an iron door. Damn, this is really a prison cell!

I kicked the iron door hard and shouted loudly for help.

But no one paid attention to me for a long time, and no one responded until my voice was hoarse.

I was too thirsty, so after shouting a few words, I couldn't shout anymore.

I'm really sad. In the next few hours, my pain will become more and more intense. I might as well not come here. It's really fucking painful!

I finally realized what it's like to be in pain, not wanting to die!

However, at this moment, the light in the room flicked on. The light was so bright that it dazzled the eye!

I was already used to the darkness, but the sudden light almost blinded my eyes, which made me extremely painful.

I hurriedly turned over and turned my face down, trying to relieve the pain in my eyes, but the sudden attack just now made my eyes sting, and there was no possibility of relief.

My eyes hurt, my ears started to buzz, and the voices around me couldn't be heard clearly, as if I was diving into the water to listen to the people on the shore.

I can't understand their language, I can only roughly distinguish it as English.

I feel like I'm about to explode at this moment, there is a puff of energy in my chest, and I can't vent it no matter what.

In the end, I only heard the sound of the iron door being opened, and then two people came over and grabbed me.

I endured the pain and opened my eyes to take a look, only to find that they were two white American men, their bodies were extremely strong, and even their hair was yellow.

These two guys are really strong, I can feel them when driving me, the strong muscles on their arms are so powerful!

I am already considered tall and mighty among the yellow race, but compared with them, I am still not strong enough.

The size of the two people is almost comparable to that of Dashi Johnson. They feel very relaxed when driving me, as if they can be lifted easily like carrying a chicken.

Damn it, blood is dominant. Westerners are much stronger than yellow people in terms of body shape, which is why people of yellow race are regarded as weak.

In fact, at this moment, I couldn't stand up at all, and I was quite relaxed being driven by the two of them. Only the toes of my feet were moving forward against the ground.

These two guys seem to be soldiers, because they are wearing camouflage, which makes me even more puzzled. Could it be that people from the US government really came to arrest me?

But when the hell did I mess with people from the United States?

This place is really depressing, dark and humid, I feel like I have eczema on my body.

The two drove me away for about 5 minutes, Nima, is there such a big space in this basement?

Finally, I came to a small dark room, which was dry and warm inside, not as cold as outside, so I felt very comfortable when I came in, and I didn’t even want to go out.

Compared with the previous cell, this place is simply heaven!

In the end, two people locked me on a stool, and there was a stool to sit on. Damn, it was really unprecedented happiness!It would be more comfortable to have another cup of hot water at this time!

There is no doubt that this is an interrogation room. Although I was in pain and my consciousness was relatively vague, I didn't completely stop eating, and I could still see the surrounding environment clearly.

While I was observing, I suddenly heard someone call my name.

"Zhang Ming!"

It was a woman, and when I heard the call, I raised my head quickly, feeling refreshed.

"Can I have a cup of hot water?" I looked up at the woman.

The woman looks good, wearing a white uniform, a bit like a doctor, but it doesn't feel like a doctor.

She is tall and tall, almost as tall as me. I am 1.8 meters tall, and a woman can be as tall as me. This is a strong group!

But when I saw the high heels on her feet, I was relieved immediately.

These are at least seven points, which means that she does not have a height of about 1.7 meters four at most.

Although she is already a lot shorter, among the height of a woman, 1.7 meters four is already a giant.

When the woman heard what I said, she was stunned for a while, and then she turned her head and gave a command in English to the person behind the perspective mirror.

Not long after, a cup of hot water was served in front of me.

Not to mention how happy I am, having suffered from the cold, holding the hot water is like holding a worldly treasure, and I cherish it very much.

Every time I took a sip, I felt as if I was drinking the kind of good tea that Aunt Yun gave me for a cup of tens of thousands of dollars. It felt a hundred times better than the tea that cost tens of thousands of dollars!

Finally, after drinking all the hot water, I was already so comfortable that I felt as if I had fought a battle with dozens of girls, which was extremely enjoyable.

"Are you comfortable?" the woman asked lightly.

"Can I have another glass?" I raised the glass and handed it to the woman.

The woman threw a file bag in front of me, let out a heavy breath, and seemed extremely impatient, but still took my glass and threw it to the person behind her: "Go pour another glass."

"Yes!" The person behind nodded hurriedly, then turned and left.