“我靠！……”躺在冰凉地面上，王建猛地睁开眼，视线还有些模糊，脑子里嗡嗡作响。

这是哪儿？

surroundings like this are usually the. Not what he expected his first time coming to after being knocked unconscious for who knows how long.

He tried to push himself up, only to find his arms and legs too weak to move. The rough floor rubbed his cheek, and it stung. He squinted, slowly gaining focus.

Dark wooden walls, a low ceiling, and a musty smell filled his nostrils. He wasn't in his cramped出租屋. Definitely not.

A faint noise drifted over from somewhere nearby—a rhythmic, rhythmic thumping, alternating with sharp metal敲击声. Wait, metal tapping? That didn't sound right for a typical residential building.

Panic clawed at his chest. He forced his trembling body to shift, trying to sit up. The world swayed, and he gripped the cold, smooth wood beside him, his nails digging into the surface.

“Help! Someone!”王建嘶哑地喊道, but his voice was hoarse and barely audible. The only response was the relentless drumming and tapping echoing from somewhere in the distance.