"Why are you slapping yourself in the face?" The short and fat man looked at the man in glasses with strangeness.

"All this is not real, all this is fake, there is no fire at all, we did not leave the hotel at all, the hotel room is a trap, and people have placed things like scent in the room. Now we are all trapped in the hotel room, trapped in dreams and cannot get out." The man in glasses murmured to himself.

"What fire? What trap?" The short and fat man looked surprised.

"You don't know about the fire? That's right, you're fake. It doesn't make sense to tell you anything. I have to find a way to wake up." The man in glasses continued to murmur.

"I'm fake too? I'm a living person, why did it become fake?" The short and fat man continued to be surprised.

"I have to find a way to wake up." The man in glasses continued to slap himself in the face, pinching his tiger's mouth and thighs.

But soon the man in glasses found that his hands and feet were out of control, and he was frozen in the air, and he wanted to slap himself in the face, but could not even pinch his thighs.

It was like being controlled by a ghost's body.

The man with glasses couldn't help but feel frightened. He continued to struggle desperately, but his hands were inexplicably behind him and could not move at all.

Later, he found that his legs were tightly joined together, as if they had become one leg, and he had no way to take a step. He tried to jump forward, but he fell straight to the ground.

A car covered in black cloth drove quietly from the street, and two people in black robes got out. After they got out of the car, they walked straight towards the man with glasses.

"Save me! Hello! Don't stand stupidly! Save me!" The man in glasses asked the short and fat man for help. In this situation, he didn't care whether the short and fat man was true or false. It seemed that only the short and fat man could save him.

"They are good people, you follow them." The short and fat man didn't seem to want to interfere.

"Good people? When they see their clothes and appearance, they are not good people!" the man in glasses shouted.

Two men in black robes came over, raised the man in glasses one after another, carried him to the back of the car, and after lifting the black cloth, inside... was a coffin!

This is a hearse!

After the man in black robe opened the coffin, he put the man in the glasses in, and then covered the coffin lid with a "bang!".

"Let me go!" the man in glasses shouted, struggling desperately, but his hands and feet were unable to move, which made his struggle ineffective.

The man in glasses felt the car start and drove in which direction.

The oxygen in the coffin became thinner and thinner. The man in glasses tried hard to calm himself down and breathe calmly, striving to last longer.

The car stopped after more than ten minutes of walking. The man in glasses felt that the coffin was being carried out of the car and walked forward for a while.

He could feel the shaking of the coffin, and it seemed that the road behind him was being carried by people.

Then, the coffin suddenly fell and fell heavily to somewhere.

Then, the sound of earth and rocks falling from the coffin cover came from the sound of earth and rocks falling down.

"Damn! They buried me alive!"

"No!"

The man in glasses yelled after he figured it out.

But no one could hear his yelling. The sound on the coffin cover became smaller and smaller, and it seemed that the sand and soil on it were getting thicker and thicker.

"Stop shouting, no one can hear it." At some point, the short and fat man also lay beside the man with glasses, and squeezed into the narrow coffin with him.

"You are not true!" The man in glasses shook his head.

"I'm not real? You can feel my body clearly next to me." The short and fat man chuckled.

"Then why did you get into the coffin?" The man in glasses questioned the short and fat man. When he was on the street, the short and fat man suddenly appeared behind him, and then everyone else disappeared.

"How did I appear here? I don't know, I appear here anyway." The short and fat man continued to laugh.

"I don't want to die! This must be fake! I'm dreaming! I'm going to wake up hard!" The man in glasses stopped paying attention to the short and fat man and loudly motivated himself.

The increasingly thinning oxygen made his mind more and more dazed.

More than ten minutes passed, and the oxygen in the coffin was exhausted. The man in the glasses felt that his chest was getting more and more stuffy, and he was almost bursting.

Then, it really exploded.

With a 'Boom!', the man in glasses felt as if he had heard a blast.

Then, he woke up.

After waking up, the man in glasses found himself lying on the ground in the church prayer room.

His hands and feet were tied to a rope and tied to an iron railing beside the church wall, and his mouth was blocked by a towel.

There were two people lying beside him, Jin Ke and an intellectual woman.

She sat next to the two of them with her big back, looking like she was on duty.

What are they doing? Why are they tied up? And they also blocked their mouths?

"Um! Um!" The man in glasses tried hard to make a sound with his blocked mouth, reminding him to wake up.

Big back looked at him, covered his mouth and yawned, then looked elsewhere.

"What's wrong with you, stupid pen? Didn't you see me awake? Why do you still tie me up?" The nameless fire in the man with glasses rose again.

The man in glasses continued to make various sounds, rolling his body to attract the attention of his big back.

But the big back head obviously had no intention of loosening him, and he almost didn't look at him. When he occasionally looked at him, he showed a sarcastic look, which made the man in glasses' heart even more angry.

"What the hell happened? Why did they tie me up?" After the man with glasses calmed down exhausted, he began to think carefully.

Things should have started to get wrong from their way to the church, right?

He had a dispute with Big Back Hair at that time, and everything was still normal at that time.

But since the short and fat man appeared behind him and talked to him, everything was abnormal.

Then... he was trapped in a illusion?

Because he was trapped in an illusion, he began to struggle and shout, but they mistakenly thought that the evil spirit was possessed? So he tied him up?

Only this explanation is the most reasonable.

Of course, the man with glasses also hoped that he was reasoning like this, and hoped that they would figure out that he had woken up from his hallucination and release the rope tied to him in time.

Depressed.

Why is it him who walks on the street together?

Why didn’t there be any trouble with the intellectual woman, Big Back Head and Jin Ke?

The man with glasses, who was troubled by depression, anger, struggle, and various emotions, felt very tired. I don’t know when he fell asleep in a deep sleep because of thinking and fatigue.

I don’t know how long it took, but the man in glasses woke up again.

It was already dawn.

He found him tied upright to a cross wooden frame.

Under the feet...
Chapter completed!