"What are you afraid of? Look at them, they are not afraid at all." Erpang smiled and pointed at An Ci and the other two.
Eric pursed his lips tightly and complained in his heart: They dare to sleep with a tiger, they must be brave.
Erpang came over with a bag of steamed buns, squatted in front of them, and took a steamed bun from the bag and handed it to An Ci's mouth, "Eat it."
An Ci sniffed the steamed bun calmly, and after making sure that nothing had been done to it, he took a bite.
Then, Erpang moved the steamed bun to Shen Mo's mouth and said, "Eat quickly. After I finish feeding you, I still have to go eat."
At this moment, Shen Mo ignored his mysophobia and took a bite of the steamed bun from his hand.
Only by filling your stomach can you have the strength to escape.
An Ci swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth and smiled, "Uncle Erpang, it's too slow for you to feed us one by one. Why don't you untie the hemp ropes on our hands and let us eat by ourselves?"
Erpang snorted, "No, you little bastard, you're so cunning. What if you run away?"
An Ci's smile froze for a moment, and he continued, "How is that possible? You're staring at us here, and it's so dark outside, and I don't know the way. Where can I run to?"
"Why don't you tie us up after we finish eating? We eat quickly, so you can go eat earlier."
Erpang thought about it and it seemed to make some sense. "Okay, but you three have to behave yourself and don't try to play any tricks."
An Ci nodded quickly, "Yeah."
Erpang put down the steamed buns and reached out to help them untie the hemp ropes on their hands. Under the light, there were red marks on the wrists of the three people.
An Ci rubbed his wrist, reached out and picked up a steamed bun and started chewing it. The bun was already cold, and swallowing it dryly made his throat a little blocked.
She once again cast her gaze towards the man opposite her and asked with a smile, "Uncle Erpang, do you have any water?"
As the saying goes, don't hit someone who smiles at you.
Erpang rolled his eyes at her and said, "There are so many things to do. Wait."
He stood up and walked out. Eric couldn't help but say, "What's so good about this broken steamed bun? It's cold."
"So what if it's cold? You're complaining about it even though it's available. You're eating it even if it's spoiled." An Ci grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth, lowering his voice. "If you don't eat enough, do you have the strength to run?"
After he finished speaking, Erpang just happened to come in with a few bottles of mineral water and threw one to each of them.
Eric looked at the steamed bun in his hand, hesitated for two seconds, and then began to eat it in big mouthfuls.
Erpang watched as the three of them finished off a bag of steamed buns and laughed, "I didn't realize you three were such big eaters."
An Ci burped and raised his hand, "I want to go to the bathroom."
The fat man glared at her, "You little bastard, why are you so busy? Do you ever stop?"
He walked forward, squatted down, and reached out to untie the hemp rope on her legs. "Hurry up."
The bathroom and the wooden house are connected, so Erpang is not worried that she will escape.
An Ci said "oh" and walked into the bathroom under his gaze, then closed the door.
The bathroom was small and smelly, with cigarette butts all over the floor. An Ci almost fainted from the suffocation when she entered. She covered her nose and looked around.
The sink was very small, with toiletries piled up in a mess. An Ci inadvertently glanced at the small razor blade in the corner, and a glint of light flashed across his eyes.
She quickly reached out and picked up the small blade, bent down, lifted her heel, flattened the blade and stuffed it into her shoe.
Then she symbolically flushed the toilet, washed her hands, opened the door and went out.
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