12 years after graduation, I want to get married

The sound of flowing water licked my ears, and the cold and hard feeling under my body pushed me out of the drowsy wandering.

I have been illegally hijacked for more than 24 hours. During this period, I woke up three times. The power of the mental disturbance and disorder device on the wall is gradually upgraded. Every 5 minutes, it will lock the only life in the room—me, a total of sixteen sound waves of specific frequencies are emitted. The device was aimed at my brain, messing with what was left of my discernment.

I was thirsty and weak—the food by the door had turned yellow and congealed—from which I figured at least a day had passed.

The sound of water came from the pipes on the wall, perhaps above this room was the kitchen or the toilet.

After I calculated the time, the whole person was in a situation of collapse.

The Scientific Research Department of the Gaoting Council has equipment to track the energy traces of the jump ship. If it goes well, they should have found me.

At present, I have not been killed by the furious pirates (let’s think they are pirates), nor have I received treatment in a safe place, which largely means that the mission of the search and rescue ship was frustrated, they failed to catch up here, or someone prevented further progress. rescue.

The value of me who has been in a different place for many years after Yanbi is nothing more than that.

Right now I can't stand, huddled in a corner surrounded by two walls, so two or three sonic emitters can't reach me.

The sound in the water pipe is a sticky and slippery loach, drilling in and out of my veins, sucking away the last of my sanity.

Someone is coming.

My nerves became particularly fragile after the mental force was counterattacked, and my five senses became much duller. I didn't notice him until someone stood in front of me.

Wearing an indistinguishable combat uniform, this man grabbed my collar with one hand and pulled me up from the ground; his smell was the same as the smell of alcohol in this room, and the sour smell made me want to retch /see.

"I'll change the place for you, little guide." He raised the corner of his mouth in an unclear manner, and patted my head hanging on the side twice.

I didn't make a sound, and by the time I figured out what this person was talking about, he had already carried me onto the cart.

The wheels and the ground made creaking noises, the cold-colored aisle retreated quickly, and the not-so-fresh air blew the wet hair on my forehead.

I was transferred to another ship.

These people seem to be completely unafraid of exposing the environment of their lair——

I didn't live up to expectations, and I didn't see where this was at all.

The coquettish red stars swirled above my head, and the hot and dry weather took away the last water in my body.

I'm afraid to eat the food they offer, at least not yet.

Experimenting with this behavior, I found that they didn't care too much about me, and they were a little laissez-faire and told me to fend for myself.

The man who pushed me into the bilge of another spaceship was Daoyue, as I later found out.

After entering the spaceship, Daoyue turned into another channel and disappeared. Instead, two heavily armed accomplices put me in a new cage.

They pushed so hard on my back, it didn't feel human, I think maybe wearing mechanical gloves, mechanical arms or something.

My nerves tensed due to the transfer relaxed slightly, and the next moment a man wearing a medical mask waiting indoors forcibly pinched my jaw. His hand was so strong that it almost crushed the crown of my tooth.

I have a strong burning sensation in my nasal passages.

Then he raised the syringe with his other hand, and this hand adjusted the angle of my mouth opening.

Pale yellow liquid sloshed in the glass.

My pupils constrict and I struggle to avoid him and his syringe.

The man who seemed to be the ship's doctor clicked his tongue impatiently, and the two accomplices who were silently waiting for the order behind him stepped forward and detained me.

The strength of the people here is too strong, and my muscles are sore, I can't even complete the resistance for a second.

My mouth was held open by a metal stent, and I was shaking with fear of not knowing when that syringe would come in—

What is he going to inject me with? !Why in the mouth -

Without the help of a brace, I silently opened my mouth wide to take a breath. The front end of the syringe stuck in my teeth, and the tingling water quickly entered the blood from the gums.

I don't feel much pain, and the fear of the unknown is enough in itself to throw me into disarray.

They put me in another room, still with the jamming device, but without the disturbing sound waves.

I seemed to be the only survivor of the wrecked ship, and I fell with the consciousness of being gradually sunk by the waves while holding the driftwood.

I seemed to hear someone talking before I fell into a coma again.

Immediately afterwards, my hands were tied to a vertical post that was not enough for two hands to embrace, and the heavy flannelette eyepatch strangled my eyes and the back of my head with bursts of pain.

There's a sedative in that injection...

I knelt on the ground with my hands folded behind my back and fainted again.

If only this had been a nightmare.