Chapter 22 Guess who I am?
Wen Yao had a dream, a nightmare. The dream was about herself killing someone. She stabbed a woman with a dagger, her body and hands covered in blood. Then she woke up suddenly.
I realized it was a dream and breathed a sigh of relief.
He remembered that he was lying next to the corpse, and the breath he had let go of came back.
Then I thought, could it be that all those things were just dreams? In fact, I was sleeping in my own bed the whole time.
But reality woke her up from her dream like a bucket of cold water. She found that she was not lying in bed, or even in her own home. This was another strange place.
A room, the size of an ordinary bedroom, with white walls, gray floor tiles, a simple wrought iron single bed, a TV, and a tightly closed green carved door.
She immediately went to open the door, but found it was locked and couldn't be opened at all.
"Open the door, is anyone there?"
She started knocking on the door, her voice getting louder and louder, and her shouting getting louder and louder, but there was no response and no sound from outside.
She looked back at the room and found that the room was lit by the ceiling lamp on the roof, and there was not a single window in the room.
By the end of her knocking on the door, she was so panicked and depressed that she began to kick and bang on the door as if to vent her anger.
But the door didn't move, and there was no response from outside, as if the whole world was just this house.
"Is anyone there?"
"Who is it?"
"Open the door, let me out, let me out!"
"Who are you? Who are you?"
…
No matter how she shouted or smashed, there was no sound from outside.
She felt like she could hardly breathe and was going crazy.
She screamed and smashed things like crazy for half an hour, but when she realized it was all in vain, she had to give up.
After sitting by the door for a while, she went to turn on the TV, but found that the socket behind the TV had no power and the TV could not be turned on.
She lost all communication with the outside world, didn't know where she was, and didn't know what had happened to her.
Wen Yao couldn't figure out what was going on.
She is just an ordinary person, born in an ordinary small town. She keeps herself in the middle of the academic level and barely passes the entrance exam to a non-key undergraduate program.
I don't have any special skills, I just like reading romance novels, which is also a common hobby.
In short... although she wrote many melodramatic romance novels, none of her own deeds were used in the novels, and they were as bland as a diary.
The only thing she was a little proud of was that she had just gotten lucky and wrote a popular novel, which earned her some royalties. She sold the physical copyright and TV drama copyright, which allowed her to get her first pot of gold in life. Of course, it was only a few million.
She couldn't figure out who wanted to lock her up here and for what purpose.
At this moment, thoughts came like a tide, and she started to recall from the beginning, thinking carefully from the moment she left the bar.
Yes, she drank some wine, said goodbye to her friends, took a taxi, went home, and then, because of the alcohol, she fell asleep without taking a shower.
Up to here, everything is normal.
Then, she seemed to hear someone asking her name, but she couldn't remember that part clearly.
Then came her murder scene, the unfamiliar woman, the unfamiliar place, and the unfamiliar man.
She didn't even know if she had really killed anyone.
Then she was taken into the car by the man and fell into a coma again.
Could there be drugs in the car?
Is that the man who locked himself up here?
who is he?
Why did he do that?
Wen Yao regretted that she did not get in the police car but got in that man's car, but now it was too late.
Time passes by little by little.
During this time, she banged on the door twice and shouted twice, but still got no response.
Later, she wanted to go to the toilet, but no one responded to her calls. In desperation, she found a basin under the bed.
At that moment, she felt like an animal, without any dignity at all.
She was hungry, so she saw some bread and water in the cabinet where the TV was placed, and she ate them without caring whether they were poisonous or not.
After eating, I lay on the bed and cried helplessly.
When I was tired of crying, I dragged my stinky body covered with sweat and alcohol to sleep on the single bed, hoping to wake up and find that I had just had a long nightmare and everything was over.
But it didn't.
When she woke up, she was still in that room, on that bed, looking at the white ceiling, feeling indescribably confused and helpless.
She swore that if she was given the chance, she would call the police, sue him, and make him pay the price!
But what if I don't give her a chance?
How long will he lock himself up?
By the third day, her willpower had almost collapsed and she didn't even have the strength to cry.
During these three days, she could only think of one feasible solution, which was to hit her head against the wall until it broke and bled. Maybe the man would open the door and take her to the hospital.
That way she could see people, see the outside world, maybe even escape, and find out where she was.
Just as her plan became clearer and clearer, she woke up and found some changes.
The little red light under the screen of the TV in her room lit up.
In other words, the TV is powered on.
She immediately ran over and turned on the TV, and soon the picture appeared. At that moment, she was so excited that she almost cried.
But she soon realized something was wrong.
She actually saw the Beijing TV station!
What TV station is this?
Then there were CHTV channels 1, 2, and 3, Mango TV, and Blue Channel, until later she saw Binjiang TV.
The name of this TV station...is clearly not one of the major TV stations she is familiar with, but...a pseudonym she uses in her novels.
Just as she was shocked and puzzled by this strange phenomenon, the news broadcast by Binjiang TV attracted her attention.
"Lu Ting's daughter Lu Wan was stabbed and hospitalized. The murderer is unknown and the investigation is ongoing."
Lu Ting? Lu Wan?
Isn't this a character from her novel? Lu Wan is the heroine, and Lu Ting is her father!
At this time, Lu Wan's photo appeared on the news. She was shocked when she saw it: This seemed to be... the corpse next to her that day!
Yes, it was her. Although her hair covered half of her face at that time, there was no mistaking her face and figure.
In reality, it is rare to find such perfect people, and Lu Wan, created by her pen, naturally has skin as white as cream, a slim figure, and an extraordinary temperament. That feeling is unmistakable.
Coincidentally, the news reported that Lu Wan encountered a gangster and the murderer escaped.
So, the person lying next to her that day was Lu Wan. Lu Wan was not stabbed to death by her, but was just injured.
No, when did she stab Lu Wan?
And...isn't Lu Wan a character in her novel?
Could this be the world in her novel?
Just then, there was a sound of a lock turning. She turned around and saw that the green carved wooden door behind her opened. A man in a black uniform stood behind the door.
The man was about fifty years old, with a square face, a very stern expression, and a serious look.
The clothes he was wearing looked like a Zhongshan suit and were very straight. It was obvious that although it was a uniform, it was of high quality.
"Come with me." the man said.
Before Wen Yao could ask a question, the man went straight into the corridor.
She didn't delay any longer and followed him.
As long as I can go out and see people, it doesn't matter where I go.
She didn't want to be in this room anymore.
The man in uniform led her down a long corridor.
The corridor is covered with light grey wallpaper with gold patterns, antique bronze retro wall lamps, occasional Roman columns, and a gorgeous crystal chandelier at the top of the stairs.
Then she saw a huge and exquisite wooden sculpture of an eagle at the corner of the stairs, and suddenly she had a bold guess.
But the speculation was so bizarre and horrible that she didn't dare to think further. She hadn't even come to terms with the TV news just now.
Time didn't allow her thoughts to drift for long.
Soon the uniformed man brought her to a large, spacious, luxurious and elegant study or office.
That office is as big as a classroom.
One side was a perfect floor-to-ceiling window with a great view, and the rest of the place was still covered with 3D embossed wallpaper with a gray background and gold patterns. A large crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, even more luxurious than the one at the top of the stairs. Then there was a bookcase covering the entire wall, and a European-style red lacquer carved desk that was over four meters long... She had never seen this scene before, yet it was so familiar.
All kinds of speculations came like a tide. She didn't dare to believe them, but she didn't have more time to investigate, because what attracted her attention more than all these was the man in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
She couldn't see the man's face because of the direct sunlight.
But even so, she recognized at a glance that this was the man who asked her to get in the car.
Therefore, he was the man who knocked her unconscious, the man who imprisoned her, and the man who put her in such a situation!
"Sir, bring her here."
At this time, the uniformed man behind her said.
The man in front of the French window spoke, his voice slow and measured, yet carrying an invisible danger: "You go down first."
The man in uniform nodded and went out.
Wen Yao couldn't help but ask: "You... who are you? Why are you keeping me here?"
At this moment, she was burning with rage and couldn't help but want to go up and fight this man to the death, but the vague suspicion in her heart made her dare not act rashly.
Hearing her question, the man chuckled and then slowly walked towards her from the French window.
The shadow disappeared from his face, and she could slowly see his face clearly.
He was dressed in a black suit, which was rigorous and exquisite, with a fair face and sharp and deep features. He had the kind of handsome sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, but with a noble and mean look.
He stood in front of her with an air of condescension and disdain, but this expression was usually concealed by his sanctimonious appearance and could not be seen unless one looked closely.
"Guess who I am?"
He stared at her, a smile playing on his lips, as if a majestic lion had caught a rabbit that had accidentally stepped on it.
The lion caught the rabbit and prepared to swallow it after judging it.
Wen Yao saw a brooch on his chest. The brooch was also in the shape of an eagle, golden in color, with a small black diamond at the eye.
If the previous luxurious European decoration style, the butler in black uniform, the furnishings in the study, the man's appearance, etc., could not make her sure of her guess, then this brooch was enough to make her believe that guess.
This brooch and the image of this man were her own creations.
She knew that he considered himself an aristocratic elite, and was particular about everything from food, clothing, housing and transportation. The eagle's body part of his brooch was made of pure gold, and the eye was a small black diamond. It was designed and customized by a foreign designer, and his English initials were printed on the back.
"Jiang...Jiang Yue?"
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