Chapter 143-The Mannequin House

"Emph," Jacob complained as he felt his body stiffening and becoming difficult to move.

He felt very tired, and his eyes were difficult to open. His throat felt dry and his skin cold. The man struggled to regain consciousness, which had long since been lost to the pain. Jacob tried to move his fingers and toes, trying to wake up.

"Ergh," he groaned with a crinkled face.

TING! TING! TING!

Jacob, who had been trying to move his body, then fell silent. He heard a clinking sound, like a spoon rubbing against the wall of the cup. The delicious aroma of coffee that he recognized suddenly calmed his previously agitated heart. Jacob tried to catch his breath. He moved his face as if doing light gymnastics.

Slowly the man's eyes opened. He fainted as he saw the white roof of the room with lights at each end. The lamp directly above his face seemed to have been deliberately turned off so as not to dazzle him. Jacob could feel someone close to him. He tried to turn his head, even though