Yu Mo finally managed to survive until dawn. When the sky slowly turned white, Yu Mo could clearly see where he was.
Seeing such a place, Yu Mo almost fell off the bed.
This is a very small house, probably only about ten square meters. It is so small that you can see it at a glance. It is surrounded by walls. Of course, there is an iron door, but it is closed tightly. The only place that shines is the small house.
It's that tiny skylight.
This house only has a wooden bed, a very thin quilt, not even a pillow, and a small toilet a little further away.
Yu Mo looked at the iron gate and found that when the iron gate came closer, there was a bowl of rice on the ground.
Where is this? Why is she here? She only remembers that Mu Tianqi almost strangled her to death, but where is she now?
Looking at this situation, Yu Mo couldn't help but feel a little bit in her heart. This situation looked very pessimistic.
While Yu Mo was deep in thought, there was a "squeaky" sound of unlocking at the iron door.
The next second, the door was opened, and a scarred man in black came in.
He had to lower his head when he came in because the house was too short for him, who was tall. He came in with a bowl of rice in his hand.
"Eat." The man in black said expressionlessly, then put the meal on the ground, took away the previous meal on the floor, closed the door again, and finally locked the door and left.
After a few days, Yu Mo watched the man delivering food and locking the door repeatedly, and finally understood her current situation. It turned out that she was being imprisoned.
This small room was where she was imprisoned. Only people would bring her meals on time every day in the morning and evening, and then no one would come here.
The moment the man in black opened the door, Yu Mo secretly looked out and saw what seemed to be a very wide lake in front of her. Before she could take a closer look, the man in black locked the door again.
Yumo's pain gradually lessened and she was now able to get out of bed. She didn't know how many days had passed, but she felt that the pain was less today and she felt a little hungry.
She picked up the cold rice on the ground and ate it with big mouthfuls.
Time is like quicksand. Yu Mo doesn't know how long it has passed. She has no time and can only follow the weather and the sky on the skylight to judge whether it is day or night. The weather has gradually become colder recently, but it feels like time is very long.