Southwest border.
A tropical rainforest.
Leather boots creaked on the wooden attic floor, the light bulb overhead shook slightly, and mosquitoes bumped into it tirelessly.
"Go, Go, e here." In broken English, someone pushed a group of girls through the jungle.
The branches swayed, and the short girl walking at the end pulled the clothes of the girls of similar age in front.
"Didn't you tell us to take us to pan for gold in Southeast Asia? How did you get there—"
Before she finished speaking, the whole team stopped, and the leader stopped their whispering loudly, and then the group was led into a room.
"From today onwards, you are living here, and Kuba will arrange jobs for you starting tomorrow. As long as you do a good job and satisfy the guests, it is not a problem to earn more than 10,000 yuan a month."
The room was small with a wooden structure, and there were a few simple canopy beds. Kuba, as the leader mentioned, walked in. He was a tall man with a typical Southeast Asian face, holding a dark leather whip in his hand, like a snake Greedy eyes passed over these terrified girls one by one.
He nodded in satisfaction, and said something to the leader in Burmese.
With a relieved smile on his face, the leader walked out with him.
The wooden door closed.
There were two more burly men guarding the door.
The same girl who just spoke put her luggage on the bed: "Fangfang, where do you sleep?"
"Go to the bunk."
"Row."
The girl's bed was next to the door, and she looked through the crack of the door while taking things out of the old cloth bag.
Kuba took out a wad of money and gave it to the person who brought them.
The leader dipped in his saliva and counted, and he said something in Burmese with a bit of dissatisfaction on his face.
The man named Kuba changed his face, took out his whip and roared, the leader was startled, and he remained silent.
Finally, he was taken away by several men in black.
The girl's heart became more and more uneasy.
She fumbled for the PHS in her bag, and when she was about to call home to report her safety, it was Kuba who walked in with a few people, and she subconsciously stuffed the phone into the quilt.
Kuba raised his hand, and several men in black went up to look through their bags.
The girl subconsciously tried to snatch it, but was shoved onto the bed.
Several burly men looked at her like hungry wolves.
She didn't dare to move anymore, her hands and feet were weak, and she acquiesced to their atrocities.
It wasn't until they rummaged through their backpacks and threw everyone's passports and ID cards into the sacks that Kuba stopped and said in broken Chinese: "I don't need these for work, I don't need these for making money, honestly. Just wait and I'll give you the money."
After finishing speaking, he closed the door again, leaving behind a room full of girls who were still in shock, looking at each other in dismay.
The upper bunk is her companion, a sister from the same village.
"Forget it, go to sleep, go to sleep, as long as I can make money, I am willing to do anything."
The girl lay down uneasily, the bed was damp, and there was a smell unique to the tropical rainforest, and it might be the stench left by the previous owner.
She can't sleep.
The same goes for everyone else, tossing and turning.
In the silent night, only the creaking of the bed boards could be heard.
Finally, someone couldn't help but speak.
"How old are you all?"
After a long while, she heard a voice saying to the bed: "It's eighteen, how about you?"
The girl who asked the question replied: "It's twenty-one, you have to call me Sister Sheng."
Someone in the room burst into laughter, and the girls started talking one after another.
"I'm twenty, and I ran out after a fight with my family."
"I just turned nineteen, and I want to earn some money for my younger brother to go to school."
"I'm twenty-five, I should be the biggest among you."
"What about you?" The conversation turned to her.
The girl muttered: "Ten... fifteen..."
"It doesn't look like it."
The girl has a pretty face, with two braids, big eyes that are lively and lively, and a good figure, not shriveled like ordinary fifteen-year-old girls.
She is a child bride-in-law and is already the mother of a one-year-old child.
This is a common occurrence in their village.
She couldn't bear her husband's beating, so she begged her sisters in the same village who were going out to work to take her with them.
The girls were a little tired from running around for the past few days, and gradually, no one spoke anymore.
Someone snored.
The girl lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and the companion on the upper bunk poked her head out: "What are you doing?"
"Can't sleep, go to the toilet."
The girl pouted at the copper basin in the middle of the room: "There is a basin."
"Forget it, I'm sorry."
The girl's face was flustered, she took out her mobile phone from under the pillow, held it in her hand and walked out.
Even though I left home impulsively, I still cared about the child in my heart.
She wanted to call the baby's father and listen to the child's voice.
The companion lay back again.
The girl gently pushed the door open, and the guard at the door disappeared at some point.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and bonfires were lit in the jungle, and there were lights in several wooden houses not far away.
She walked down the stairs, planning to find a secluded place with a good signal to call home.
Every wooden house here seems to be exactly the same. Along the way, through the cracks in the door, she saw that there were girls like them living in many houses.
The same lifeless, no one spoke.
The girl swallowed, the corridor had come to an end, and there was a light on in a wooden house in front of her.
She had to pass here to go down the stairs into the jungle.
The embroidered cloth shoes are extremely light.
The men in the room screamed excitedly, and that Kuba was there too. She didn't dare to look, her scalp was numb, until the woman's shrill scream pierced the night sky.
She looked over suddenly, and the woman stared at her through the crack of the door with one eye, her head was bleeding and her clothes were disheveled.
"Help... help me!"
In panic, she staggered and hit the railing, and the wooden house made a tooth-piercing sound.
Torches were lit in the jungle.
Someone is running here.
The wooden door creaked open.
The girl ran away, but was dragged back and fell heavily to the ground.
The phone flew out and landed beside the crutch.
The man leaned over and picked it up.
"What's your name?" He had a gentle face, maybe he was getting older, and he looked extra friendly.
The girl tremblingly replied: "Li... Lili."
"Not bad." The man looked at the phone and raised her face with a cane: "Send her home to see her family."
The girl was overjoyed, and the smile froze on her face. Kuba raised the wooden stick high and slammed it on the back of her head with his bare arms.
Blood splattered everywhere.
The girl fell silent for an instant.
He had to be ruthless, he took people to search the room, if the girl didn't die, he would be the one who died.
Blood spattered the bulb.
The shadow of the lamp on the wall cast Kuba's burly figure. Where he dragged people past, he left thick bloodstains, which spread all the way to the bottom of the stairs.
After a while, a seven or eight-year-old child came to scrub the floor with a bucket of water.
The branches in the jungle swayed, and there was a "plop" sound of water, and all evils disappeared invisible.
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"Hello, a standard room." Lin Yan took out his ID card and handed it over. While waiting to check in, he idly tapped the counter with his fingertips, and looked behind him from the corner of his eye without any trace.
There was surveillance in the hotel lobby, and the person following her did not come in.
Lin Yan whistled, winked at the cabinet sister, picked up the room card and went upstairs.
"Standard room, thank you." Song Yuhang took out the money from his wallet and handed it over, and went upstairs with the change and room card.
Fifteen minutes later, in the darkness, the windows on the second floor were quietly opened, and the alley was empty.
A vigorous figure climbed down the water pipe with bare hands and rushed into the darkness.
When Lin Yan arrived at the agreed place, Song Yuhang was already waiting.
Seeing her running over, she let out a sigh of relief and went up to her: "Are you all right?"
"It's okay." Lin Yan shook his head: "It took some effort, but I finally got rid of it."
Long-term running and climbing made her a little short of breath. Song Yuhang felt distressed, and pulled her close to the wall, avoiding the blind spot of road surveillance, and entered a small hotel.
The proprietress nestled in the chair and raised her brow lazily when she saw someone coming in: "ID card."
Song Yuhang directly took out double the price and put it on the counter.
The proprietress sat up, counted the money, grinned, and threw them a bunch of keys.
"Go straight upstairs and turn left."
In this way, the two spent double the money to stay in a "black shop" that did not require identity registration.
In order to perfectly lie and get rid of the pursuers, Song Yuhang and Lin Yan deliberately left surveillance video on the street, and then stayed in a large hotel. This kind of hotel is usually registered with the Ministry of Public Security. When and where did she check into this hotel.
Whether it's the police or the unknown forces following them.
Lin Yan did the same thing, her only worry was that she would be in danger if they separated.
But Lin Yan held her hand and insisted on leaving, and lowered his voice: "You have one piece of evidence, and they don't know who is there. They won't act rashly. It is really dangerous to be together. Separate." .”
After finishing speaking, she resolutely pulled it out of her palm.
It wasn't until this moment, after entering the room, locking the room behind his back, and hugging him tightly, that Song Yuhang felt his hanging heart fall back into his stomach.
Lin Yan buried her neck and hugged her back.
As long as she is sure of each other's hearts, she is never stingy with her love.
"Are you worried about me?"
Song Yuhang held her face in his hands and looked into her pupils, where there was also her reflection.
She smiled wryly: "Otherwise, I'm scared to death."
Lin Yan stood on tiptoe, Song Yuhang naturally would not let her take the initiative to show his favor.
— sorry for the dividing line —
"Because most of us have exhausted all our energy just to live, so we study hard just to live better, to change our life, to buy what we want, to pursue the person we like "
"Success is not the only way to study, but reading is indeed a shortcut to success. It does not require you to pay the cost, it only requires you to work hard and work hard. Xiao Zhou, the teacher does not want you to drop out of school, you have to work hard "
At noon, each team returned to the team and opened a brief case analysis.
First, Zheng Chengrui: "I checked the computer used by the deceased Ding Xue, and there was nothing abnormal. However, when I checked the commonly used communication tools, I found that there were traces of deleted chat records."
Song Yuhang propped his chin and leaned on the chair: "With whom? When will you recover?"
A photo was enlarged on the screen. The man was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a suit and leather shoes, and his figure was slightly fat.
"The current principal of Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, Ge Jun"
Song Yuhang understood: "This Ge Jun went on a business trip to the provincial capital on the day of the incident last Friday. He is suspected of committing the crime. Send someone to contact the provincial department. Please come back to drink tea and chat."
Zhang Jinhai held his teacup and paused for a moment: "I'm afraid it's inappropriate. After all, he is the principal of a key middle school in the city and a representative of the National People's Congress. Let's wait until the chat records are recovered and there is conclusive evidence."
Everyone looked at Song Yuhang, but she didn't say anything, she turned the pen in her hand with a calm expression.
—Sorry for the dividing line, I’m really sorry everyone—
"Fuck." Song Yuhang cursed secretly, watching her float into the bathroom, full of anger and nowhere to vent, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and went to the window to smoke.
Looking through the curtains, the location of this place is excellent, just opposite the Tangshui shop, with the entire gate and yard in sight.
The street is quiet, except for a few dogs barking occasionally. In other words, as long as there is a little movement on the other side, they can definitely hear it.
Song Yuhang took out the flashlight from his backpack, opened the window a crack, turned on the flashlight and threw it on the glass of the bungalow.
Guo Xiaoguang watched the light spots on the floor, got up and turned on the light.
It flashed once and then turned off quickly.
This is the signal they agreed to confirm each other's safety.
Song Yuhang's hanging heart was completely relieved.
Lin Yan came out of the shower and was wiping her hair. Song Yuhang glanced at her inadvertently, and saw that she was not wearing a bathrobe belt, and suddenly became furious. He rushed over and picked up the quilt and covered her tightly.
"You give me peace of mind."
Lin Yan struggled, and was rubbed on the bed with a towel. When her hair was almost dry, Song Yuhang got up to take a shower.
As soon as she left, Lin Yan crawled out with the head of the chicken coop on her back, threw the wet towel on her back, and raised her middle finger.
Song Yuhang poked his head out from the bathroom: "That—"
Lin Yan immediately covered the quilt and lay back.
Song Yuhang laughed, whistled happily, and closed the bathroom door.
Little boy, I can't cure you.
After running around all day, Lin Yan was really sleepy, covered her lips and yawned, and looked up at her: "Aren't you going to sleep?"
Song Yuhang had just taken a shower, his hair was slightly wet, and it was snugly tucked behind his ears. He stretched out one arm and lay on his side facing her.
"If you don't sleep, you have to pay attention to the movement on the other side."
Lin Yan nestled into her arms, put his arms around her waist, and murmured: "Then I'll go to sleep first, and I'll take you when I wake up in the middle of the night."
"Go to sleep." Song Yuhang Ai Lian brushed the broken hair from her cheeks behind her ears, and gently kissed her forehead.
In order to make people sleep more peacefully, I used one hand as a pillow for her, and gently patted her back with the other. I didn't intend to wake her up at night.
There was no dream all night, and I was woken up by the sound of the opposite rolling gate being opened early in the morning.
Guo Xiaoguang poked his head out, the sky was not yet bright, and there were not many pedestrians on the long street. He looked around, and then helped his mother out, with a huge travel bag on his back, and a suitcase in his hand. , quickly locked the door, and pulled Guo Yuezhen away quickly.
The car arranged by Lin Yan stopped at the intersection.
It wasn't until Lin Yan saw that they got into the car safe and sound that Lin Yan collapsed on the bed again with sleepy eyes.
"Ah, it's still early, sleep a little longer, sleep a little longer."
Song Yuhang laughed and tickled her: "Didn't it be so noisy last night? Huh?"
"Hahaha, stop—ahhh."
While they were having fun, another affair also came to an end.
The man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror and buttoned his buttons. Compared with Lin Youyuan, he was young and energetic, without a trace of fat on his body. Even when he woke up early in the morning, he looked refreshed and his hair was carefully cut.
He seems to have a regular haircut and never lets his hair and beard grow as he pleases.
This rigorous style of life also doomed him to be rigid in bed.
The woman was a little dissatisfied, she landed on the ground with her bare feet, and put her arms around his waist.
The man's shaving hand froze, and he looked down, still speaking softly, even though he was already thinking in his heart, what kind of specimen should this hand make
"doing what?"
The woman's hand slid down the triangle: "When will you give me this, I think..."
The man held her hand, turned around, and smiled: "Didn't you say it, wait until you get his suicide note."
"But—" the woman frowned, shook his arm, and acted like a baby to him in a coquettish tone.
"It's already like that, the company is going to collapse, and he still doesn't let go, what can I do."
The man smiled meaningfully, raised her hand and kissed her lightly: "That depends on your ability."
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Guo Xiaoguang breathed a sigh of relief when he got into the van, helped his mother to sit up, and fastened her seat belt for her.
The driver in the front row was wearing sunglasses and turned around: "Mr. Guo?"
Guo Xiaoguang nodded and handed over the business card: "Miss Lin asked me to come to you."
The man looked down at the business card for a moment, and a treacherous smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his lips.
Guo Xiaoguang thumped in his heart and secretly said, "Not good"! , Pushing the car door did not move at all, when he raised his head again, someone held a gun to his forehead.
"Son, Xiaoguang, Xiaoguang, what's the matter?" The old lady reached out her hand to fumble when she heard the movement.
Guo Xiaoguang held his mother's hand and sweated profusely. He swallowed: "It's okay, Mom, brother is chatting with me."
There was a smile on the man's face, and he was quite sensible.
He put away his gun and drove: "Let's go, my boss wants to see you, don't keep him waiting for a long time."