The cellar.
"Splash!"
Water.
Flowing continuously.
In no ti, it reached above the ankles. It looked slow, but Vika thought otherwise. If the person didn’t co back, there was only one outco for him — to beco a floating corpse.
"Help!"
"Soone."
"I’m here."
"Ah!"
The last cry ca from a newly t ’friend’. With the water flooding, the family of rats desperately wanted to find ’land’, so they unceremoniously used Vika’s body.
"Get away."
"I’ll be rude if you co again."
"Filthy."
"..."
Shouting.
Yelling.
Kicking.
Threatening.
The family of rats was very persistent. Thrown away, yet they swam back. Vika was already crying, facing a hard choice whether to step on the rat family to death while the water was shallow.
Otherwise.
When the water deepens, the rats won’t be climbing on his pants but his head. By then, he would have only one skill left, which is using his mouth to bite. Whether he bites to death or drowns, he couldn’t accept it.
"Damn it."
Vika cursed.
"Why is the rope so tight? What kind of knot is this?"
Trying to untie.
But couldn’t.
Ti passed quickly.
Five minutes, water reached the calves.
...
Ten minutes, water subrged mid-calves.
...
Twenty minutes, water was above the knees.
...
The water was cold, just like Vika’s mood at the mont. At this rate, in an hour, it would drown him. Treading water? What a joke. Without hands, the body couldn’t balance.
Once it was above his head.
Quickly.
A minute.
A bit slower.
In ten minutes, he would be kneeling.
"Ha!"
Vika laughed bitterly.
Today.
Perhaps it’s the day heaven decided to play him to death. Bad things happened, and the scapegoat escaped. Even various setbacks were full of surprises. Even movies wouldn’t dare to film like this.
"Help."
"Soone."
"Is there anyone?"
"..."
Dare not stop.
If he was too tired to shout and soone passed by and didn’t hear, it would be too vexing. For the sake of his life, if his good voice got ruined, so be it, surviving was the priority.
Luckily.
His throat was dry; he could drink water by opening his mouth, but he didn’t dare drink too much. Otherwise, he would definitely wet himself later. Even now, he’s a bit pressed from the water he drank in the Special Care Ward.
"Cough cough!"
Throat hurting.
"Help."
Suddenly.
"Ah!"
"Where did the snake co from!"
Vika let out a wail.
Gosh.
This is the cellar.
Having rats is bad enough, but there’s a snake too. Could these two really coexist? It’s not scientific... Despite the absurdity, the snake swimming in the water was real, and Vika was terrified.
"No..."
After shouting.
Vika forced himself to calm down, looking at the snake, his brain racing.
Not a triangular head.
Moreover.
Only its head was above water when swimming, aning it was less likely to be venomous, but... it’s still a snake. Vika had a phobia of soft-bodied animals, whether venomous or not.
"Don’t co closer."
"I’m not land."
"Go away."
"..."
Vika kicked the water hard, trying to drive away the rats and the snake, hoping they would fight. No matter which side won, it would be beneficial for him. But neither side had any intention to fight.
Swimming.
Swimming.
With a sowhat leisurely deanor.
...
Fifty minutes later.
"Help."
"Help... glug."
Vika had his head raised; water was already up to his chin. Speaking carelessly would cause him to swallow water. After a struggle, Vika finally defeated the few newly t friends.
The rat family.
The snake.
Complete wipeout.
In desperation, the potential of human beings is imnse. To avoid the water rising above the waist, making it almost impossible to kill them quickly, he gritted his teeth and stepped on them to death at a slightly above knee water level.
Otherwise.
Now.
He could only watch them ride on his head.
That scene.
"..."
Too ridiculous.
Suddenly.
"Squeak!"
The sound of a brake outside brought Vika back from despair.
"Help!"
Vika jumped up and shouted.
After about ten seconds.
"Oh, you’re still alive?"
A familiar voice, like a savior, though the words were harsh, Vika was content. Sob, sob, hoping for the stars and the moon, finally, the reinforcents arrived. I’m so unlucky.
"Save ."
"Alrighty."
After speaking.
Dropped a rope down.
"Bite on."
"..."
Vika was taken aback.
Then.
He heard that person smugly say, "I just thought of this on the way. If your bite force is strong enough, pulling you up is no big deal. With the buoyancy of the water, the success rate skyrockets."
"I..."
Vika already... didn’t know what being angry ant.
Skyrockets?
What a lousy idea.
Fine.
Being alive is good. Whether the idea is good or not isn’t important. Looking at the rope, Vika bit down, breaking two teeth. After trying three tis, he was finally pulled up, lying on the ground.
"Phew!"
"Phew!"
Sunlight pouring down.
Being alive.
Is wonderful.
"Get up, shall we go?" the person said.
"Where to?"
As soon as he spoke.
He was t with a glance, "You are a hostage, please mind your status, get in the car." These words once again made Vika realize his situation, but compared to before, his mood was different.
At first.
Being tied up, he thought it was the worst.
Later.
Thrown into the cellar, felt even worse.
Just now.
Nearly drowned.
Now.
Being able to breathe air, Vika felt a sense of... unexpected happiness. Friends, enemies, dignity, what do they amount to? Between life and death, they’re all trivial.
In the car.
Nearly exhausted, Vika slowly fell asleep.
Upon waking again.
The sun was setting in the west.
"WHAT?"
Looking out the window, Vika was confused again. What did he see? The sea, yes, the sea, with large ships faintly visible on it. Vika’s mouth dropped open, wondering.
In theory.
The Capital, Kuala Lumpur, should have already started strict exit inspections. With the family’s power, getting him out of the city shouldn’t be easy, but what’s happening before him?
Setting sun.
Blue Sea.
Cargo ship.
It must be the Malacca Strait.
Holy crap.
How did they get here? And, what do they plan to do? Go to sea? What kind of wild imagination is this? Kidnapping, shouldn’t they be figuring out ways to demand ransom and plan escape routes?
But they want to ’flee far away’ with the hostage?
Dude!
You don’t play like this, I can’t keep up with your thinking.
"Chug chug chug!"
In the distance.
A fishing boat approached. Vika saw a silhouette by the shore from afar, the one he hadn’t seen after being pulled out from the cellar. Was he in contact with the sea-bound ship?
These people don’t follow the usual rules.
Also.
Are those family mbers just sitting around doing nothing, still foolishly searching inside the city? If so, how long it will take before he’s rescued is uncertain. Reality left him no ti to ponder.
"Get down."
He was yanked out of the car.
"Go."
"You tycoons like to go to sea for fun, right? Let’s try it too."
"..."
Vika was speechless.
My sea trip and yours are the sa? I have a yacht and beauties, where I can have intimate exchanges and enhance friendships. This shabby fishing boat, the whole vibe is totally different, you know?
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