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After another seven turns, Vrishka Tong had completely forgotten the way she came, only knowing that they should have arrived at the underground floor. It’s not surprising that recording studios have underground floors, and the big ones even have several underground floors. There were no lights on here, it was pitch black, and Vrishka Tong looked around uneasily. Coming to a large red double door, the staff pointed to the door. “Okay, here we are, you go in.” “Aren’t you going in?” “I’m not auditioning, I’ve got other things to do, you go ahead.”He opened the door. Vrishka Tong dawdled to the door and had just peeked halfway in when she felt someone push her and she fell straight to the floor.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

She heard the door slam shut behind her with an “ah”. Vrishka Tong gets pushed right to the ground with a mouthful of shit. By the time she climbed back up to the door, it wouldn’t budge. She clapped a few times, yelled “help” a few times, and heard an echo. When she followed the so-called staff member over here, she thought the place was so secluded that she could see people at first, but then, she didn’t even see anyone. Presumably, it was counted. The person who was counting her had already calculated that no one would come to this place, so that’s why she was brought here. Tong turned around to check out the place, it was pitch black and only one of what looked like exhaust vents could get some light. She turned on the flashlight function on her phone, which revealed that this should be a conference room, except that there was no meeting right now, so it wouldn’t be needed here, naturally. She looked around and noticed that there were two doors, one for the front door she had just come in, and one for the back door, but the back door was also blocked off. What should she do? The first thing I noticed was that my phone had no signal. Yeah, this is the basement, so unless you’ve installed a signal booster, you won’t get a signal. “Grandma’s leg,” Vrishka Tong couldn’t help but curse. I knew this world was complicated. I didn’t know she’d be scheming before she even stepped foot in it. There was no exit right now, so she had to call for help, but the phone had no signal. She spun around carefully with the phone in her hand, suddenly stopping, in a place where the signal was even a faint fraction of a second. Tong looked up to see where the vent was. When I was about to make the call, the faintest fraction of a second was gone. This little cell is sometimes there, sometimes not. Vrishka Tong looked up at the vent, but it looked like the only way she could get her phone signal boosted a little bit was to climb up there. She moved a chair to cushion her feet and climbed up into the tiny vent place, which was so small that she had to sit there and keep her head so low that she wouldn’t really be able to stand if her body wasn’t so pliable. But she climbed up and realized who she was calling on this phone. 110? How so? You’d be considered crazy if you said you’d been framed and trapped in an underground conference room. But she couldn’t really find anyone in her address book to come to her rescue, and although she had a husband, she had never even seen his face, let alone had her phone number. Vrishka Tong opened her own phone’s call log, the two most recent one was from Yunus Tong, and one was

the man from the other day. Thinking of that man, Vrishka Tong couldn’t help but have her heartbeat quicken. Should she call him? Is he coming? Her finger rested on the phone number that didn’t have a name stored in it, and suddenly her hand slipped, her finger pressed the name, and the call went out Vrishka Tong couldn’t care less about her phone and changed her position, too tired to maintain one pose for too long. Just then, the phone answered. “Hello” Although she had met him twice, Vrishka Tong was familiar with his voice. “Hey, I’m-I’m trapped, can you come rescue me?”