Rebirth: I Became a Maggot 2

Chapter 105: Locked in a plastic bag

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We were locked inside that plastic bag full of rock candy by those two naughty kids. Luckily, there was still air inside, so we didn't suffocate immediately.

Although I didn't suffocate immediately, I was almost scared to death when I heard what that child said. What was he trying to do? Was he trying to kill me?

I feel like a fly buzzing around in a transparent plastic bag, desperately trying to find even the slightest gap to escape.

But after searching for a long time, I couldn't find even a small hole to let in, let alone a crack. I sat down on the rock candy, feeling utterly dejected and completely losing hope.

This whole thing, caused by a bag of rock sugar, has cost two lives. How could I be so tragic? How could I be so unlucky?

I looked out at the scenery through the transparent plastic bag, feeling utterly dejected. Suddenly, a saying came to mind: life is like a fly in front of a glass window; everything is bright, but you can't find a way out.

I now feel that statement is absolutely true. Right now, everything is bright in front of me, I can see everything, but I really can't find a way out because all my paths are blocked.

I now understand what despair, a dead end, and helplessness truly mean.

I never imagined I would lose my life over a few pieces of rock candy, and I never expected that I would die from something else entirely.

"Yi Mao Er, are you alright?" Da Fu saw me lying on the rock candy looking quite dejected, so he slowly crawled over and asked.

"Do I look like I'm alright?" I yelled, clearly annoyed.

Now that I'm about to die, I don't even have the interest to speak anymore, and the cause of my death this time is Dafu.

"You're angry with me, aren't you?" Dafu said sadly, as if she were the one who had been wronged.

"No." We're about to die anyway, why waste time saying all that nonsense? Whether I'm angry or not is no longer important.

"You're angry with me, aren't you? Please don't be angry with me, okay?" Dafu said sadly.

"Ugh, I already said I'm not angry with you. Besides, will talking about this now save our lives?" I said, quite annoyed.

What's the point of talking about this now? We're about to be killed by those guys using some unknown means. I saw online that some naughty kids tie up mice after catching them.

Then he put a note next to the mouse, saying something like "I will never steal food again," and it went viral online.

Later, someone came up with a wicked trick: stuffing a soybean into the rear end of a caught rat. The soybean had to be soaked in water for a few minutes before being stuffed in, and then it would swell up inside the rat's rear end.

The rat would experience excruciating pain and would tear at its companion until it died from the agony.

When I first read this article, I was truly impressed by the netizens' ingenious ideas, but now, thinking back on it, I'm starting to break out in a cold sweat.

I don't want to die such a miserable death for no reason. I hope they won't really squeeze my intestines out and strangle me to death.

The more I thought about it, the more scared I became. The more scared I became, the more I started having wild thoughts, and before long I almost died from it.

What's the most painful thing? If someone had asked me before, I would definitely say it's the loneliness, solitude, and coldness at night. I just want to find a girlfriend.

But if you ask me now, the first thing I'll ask you is that waiting to die is the most painful thing.

You don't know how you will die, when you will die, or where you will die.

Everything is uncertain. The only thing I can do now is wait to die. I've never been a good person, and now I'm facing the most painful thing in life, bar none, absolutely the most painful thing—waiting to die.

I was completely bewildered, utterly bewildered.

As the brat headed outside, my anxiety grew more and more intense.

I don't know how long I walked, maybe a few minutes, maybe a dozen minutes, I can't remember, because I was constantly shrouded in the shadow of death.

Finally, we arrived at the back of a house, where several cute little girls were playing house. They were wearing adorable princess dresses, and the trees around them were very clean.

There were some small stools, leaves, and other things scattered around, but it wasn't very clear what they were.

These two brats seemed to have been here before, so as soon as they arrived, they went straight to the little girls.

The little girls in front of them looked to be only six or seven years old. As soon as the little boy arrived, they rushed over as if they had found their pillar of support.

They made that brat the dad and the prettiest little girl the mom, and then they started playing house.

They simply hung us and the rock candy on a tree branch and went over to play with the little girl.

I thought I was going to suffocate inside this plastic bag, but it's possible that even though the bag was tied tightly, because it wasn't sealed, a little air could still get in.

That's why they didn't suffocate me and Dadu.

So Dafu and I started thinking of a way to sneak out while that brat was playing house.

This is simply the best opportunity I could ever have! Where else could I find such a great opportunity?

So Dafu and I started frantically banging our heads against the plastic bag, or scratching it with small pieces of rock candy, hoping to make a hole in it.

But I clearly underestimated that bag back then. It might not be a problem for a normal person, but it was incredibly sturdy for a fly.

No matter how hard we tried, we couldn't even make a single hole. I was almost in tears.

Fortunately, that brat and those little girls had a great time playing together. Now that he has a wife and kids, how could he not have fun?

As time slowly passed, I became utterly desperate. There was absolutely no way out, and it seemed that I could only wait to die.

When I stopped, I realized that all the children who had been playing house had left. Damn, they really do forget everything once they get a wife.

You're just a ten-year-old child, you're just a child, what are you thinking about?

Looking at the empty space, I feel safe now, but the next thing that's troubling me is how to get out.

Kids will be kids. They completely forgot about me and the two flies we are. This is a good thing, but also a bad thing. How are we going to get out?

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