When I was buried in a coffin, there was only one thought in my mind:
“I want her dead. I’m sorry.
She was my best friend. She buried me alive.
One.
The year of my divorce was my worst.
Under $5,000, I rented an old second bedroom, and I lived with my daughter, who was just in primary school.
In order to save a $100 monthly rent, the landlord offered to cry in front of his daughter.
Seeing me as a single mother, the landlord suspected that I was in that profession, pointed me in the nose and told me that if she found out that I was coming back with a man, she would immediately call the police and arrest us.
When she said that, my daughter cried in my arms.
From that day on, I swore I’d make a lot of money.
More than ever, no one dares to point at our women’s noses again.
Those years, I worked so hard to earn money. After work, I have to continue to work part-time.
Every day, he’s tired to his feet and his heart’s beating like he’s dying.
But I can’t stop. And every late night, back to that tiny second, and I saw my daughter sleeping there, and I told myself, “You can’t stop.”
It may be time for it to run, and I met the greatest man of my life.
My best friend, Luk.
She’s the new dispatcher at my office, the one on a labour contract. But I got paid for three years.
All guessed that she was either a rich family or a rich husband.
The first time I met you was drinking water, indirect water.
She came over and suddenly asked me, “Are you the divorced woman? I’m sorry.
I was surprised that my husband and I had a unit, and he left after the divorce. Such things can’t be hidden.
But I don’t know her well enough to come up here and say that I just feel offended.
She didn’t mean to stop, standing there touching her chin.
“It’s your husband’s idea of a divorce, and your husband’s probably out there raising a kid. I’m sorry.
“You don’t want any money, just give me custody.” She said.
“Isn’t this a bad time? Yeah, you eat so much in the cafeteria at noon, you’re supposed to save your dinner money. I’m sorry.
I was so angry when the scar was removed, “Enough? I’m sorry.
“Want to make money? I’m sorry.
When I left, she suddenly asked me behind me.
“There is enough money for you and your daughters to be human beings.” I’m sorry.
Two.
Money, is the most unreasonable thing in the world.
It makes you want to listen to anyone.
Even, one second, she’s still tearing your scars.
A few days later, I invited her to dinner at a relatively high-quality hotel.
The box has a minimum consumption and the hands are shaking when looking at the menu.
That’s the way to make money. That’s when she told me.
“You know, there’s a kind of money that better earn. She said, “The dead man’s money. I’m sorry.
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Speaking of which, my job is to manage the dead’s money.
In this city, any employee of an enterprise. If I die, the family can come to my window and get two payments.
Pensions, and funeral expenses.
That’s the money.
That’s when I found out. There’s a hole in the unit’s system.
To put it simply, using this loophole, I can let people who have died die again.
Of course, this refers to the data level.
At this point, I can pay another pension and funeral expenses.
However, after I have done so, the money will eventually flow into my account, my parents’ account, and even the many bankers I have bought online.
Sneaky rabbits, undetected.
“This system, used in the 1990s, is very old, and you don’t have to worry about being identified because there’s no recognition. She said, “No matter what happens when manual approvals are not strict, and no one can find out. I’m sorry.
“And those people are dead. I’m sorry.
She said, “Where did the dead man find these things?” I’m sorry.
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I know it’s a crime.
But that night, when I returned to that tiny subterfuge.
I found the daughter pretending to be asleep.
She had tears on her face. I’ll ask her again if she’s not feeling well.
Finally she sat up and found a piece of paper.
She was born with speechlessness, and she couldn’t say anything but “aah, aah.” Usually I write on paper and communicate with me.
“My hand touched the clothes at the table this afternoon, said they were dirty, and asked me to pay for them.” She wrote, “My hands are clean and not dirty.” I’m sorry.
Later, I put her to sleep and wiped the tears from her eyes.
They’re all from that age. I don’t know. Clothes are an excuse.
Those kids, they’re just crowding her out. Just because she’s the best bully in class, just because she’s only got a mother with no power.
That night, I suffocated myself into a blanket, so suffocating. to prevent themselves from calling out.
Dead man’s money, I earn.
Six.
After that, forward and back, three years.
I made millions.
That number, I’m always surprised.
I’ve been doing it intermittently over the years.
In the meantime, I bought a house in the name of my parents; I gave my daughter the best school in the city, and I bought her all she wanted, even if it ended up being trash.
Actually, I know that making this kind of money is clean, and there’s a risk of being found.
That’s why I’ve given most of my money to my daughter, after my best friend’s advice.
Even if I get caught, even if I spend my whole life in jail.
As long as I’m dead, no one can take the money from my daughter!
She’s got a whole life in her clothes and clothes. I’ll pay for it!
But there’s one problem that I’ve never understood.
“I can’t earn this without you I should have given you back. I’m sorry.
One day I told her.
We were already best friends, and she came to our house, as usual, to cook us a good table and play with my daughter.
“Don’t give me no money. She said, “If you give, our friends won’t do it. I’m sorry.
Why?
I’m asking why she was so nice to me.
“You can help if you want. She made me some food, “Taste it. I’m sorry.
I’m bored eating, looking at her delicate face, even thinking, is she not a lesbian?
She’s been a mystery to me.
All I know is that she has money, but I don’t know where her money comes from; I saw her address on the register, but it’s just a house she rents, and it’s empty for most of the time.
She’s so nice to me, so good that I can’t think about anything about her.
It’s like it’s supposed to be a good friend to me.
I really understood who she was until six months later.
That time, we went abroad together.
She buried me alive in the soil, only half an hour from the motherland.
Yeah, she’s been doing this since the beginning.
She earns money from dead people.
It’s just that I’m gonna die.
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That year was 2015.
We took an annual leave to travel with Myanmar.
I didn’t know that she wanted me and my daughter to die there and become “disappeared.”
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I’m used to having my best friend do everything for me.
The whole trip, all arranged by her.
Myanmar, little Zira.
She said there were the most spiritual temples, where she prayed for her daughter.
Order tickets, visa, contact the driver. She’s in one hand.
Fly to the Western Twina, take a private car and go to the port.
After crossing the State gate, they arrived in Myanmar.
There were some green peacocks roaming the country gate, and I filmed them and told their daughters that they were a figurative animal.
Private cars can only get us here, outside the State gate, there’s a Land Cruiser waiting for us.
I can’t understand a word when my best friend, who is Myanmaran, speaks in Myanmar. It’s just that she must have prepared a lot for this trip.
The Land Cruiser took a small road, which lasted only half an hour, and arrived at the mini-bar.
But strangely, the car did not stop in the town of Little Tura.
My daughter and I went on a journey and fell asleep in the back.
I don’t know how long I slept. It was only when he woke up that the car had left the city and headed on a bumpy mountain road.
“Where are we going? I’m a little upset, asking my best friend.
Hotel. She said:
“Not in the city?”
“You’ll know when you get there. I’m sorry.
Funny, I was thinking, maybe she had a special hotel in the mountains, close to the temple.
Until, at a time, We saw a village standing before it.
But I look with my eyes, where’s the village!
On the wooden high stage, armed soldiers!
This is a local army in the north of Myanmar!
Far from the road, on the wasteland, there is a dug-out pit.
I’m so upset. What’s that for? I’d like to ask my best friend, but she’s not answering. She’s just talking to the driver in Myanmar.
God, cold, terrible.
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Stop the car, two short soldiers, come over.
They were wearing blood-red armsbands, and they were armed with a dark, dark rifle with a barrel.
My best friend shook off the window and told them something in Burmese.
The door was pulled open.
It’s a dark barrel.
I was forced out of the car with a gun pointed at my forehead.
The daughter in her arms is shaking.
I whispered to him that Mom was here and everything would be fine. But just after the car, the back knee was kicked and the whole person kneeled.
Turning around, the driver got out of the car, but it was no surprise to say hello to the soldiers and smoked.
In a moment, I get it. It’s all arranged.
And the person who arranged it…
Now stand before my best friend.
The smile of her former days was gone, and her eyes were indifferent, as if she were looking at an animal.
I’m scared and I’m looking at her.
The password. She doesn’t answer, just says so.
I know what she means by the code.
Over the years, I’ve earned dead people’s money in digital currency, ready to leave it to my daughter.
All she wants is the code for the money.
I bit my teeth, “If it wasn’t for a safe place, I wouldn’t say. I’m sorry.
I’m gambling, that’s all I can do.
“You will say. She just said, “Clap your knees, stand up.
I heard her say something to the soldiers on the side, and someone came up and forcibly took her daughter from my arms.
Her legs were groaning, and her voice was hurried.
She’s asking for help.
I went up in despair, and I was thrown down by a soldier. * The sound of blackness, the loss of all consciousness *
Eleven.
I don’t know.
Hot.
It’s boring, it’s a lack of oxygen.
And I opened my eyes, and I breathed.
Right now, it’s absolutely dark.
Nothing. Just darkness.
Where are we?
I felt it, my hands slipped through a lot of pricks. Down there is a rough plank.
I wanted to sit up and hit my head. Touch it. It’s also a hard plank.
And suddenly, there was a light flashing with a sharp bell.
A phone, by my hand.
With the light source of the trigger, I’m finally blurry.
I’m lying in a tiny box, and I’m alone.
I picked up that phone.
Old-fashioned Nokia, keyboard.
It’s just that it’s not mine, and it’s all in Myanmar.
After the call, that’s my best friend.
I heard her laugh.
“Well, what does it feel like?” she said.
I suddenly had a bad feeling.
What do you mean?
“I watched you when you were buried in the ground. I’ve counted, and I left you a can of oxygen in a box for up to thirty-five minutes, and you’ll choke to death in this coffin. I’m sorry.
God.
I couldn’t stop screaming like crazy.
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She’s just waiting for me to stop screaming.
Finally, I gradually stopped, weeping and desperately shoving the wooden box.
“My daughter…” I cried, “Where’s my daughter?” Where is she?”
The password. She just said that.
“Let me hear her voice or I won’t say anything! “I yelled.
She was quiet for a while, and soon I heard the phone call and there was a weeping cry.
“Small small. I called out the name of my daughter.
The sound of the bells on that head was sharp, but it was vague.
I guess the daughter was blocked by something.
“Go ahead. The voice of my best friend.
I can’t shake my head, and I never understood that she had always been such a good friend and that she didn’t need any money. Why, suddenly this.
“Why, Lu, why?”
“Well, the woman your husband loves…” she said, “It’s me.” I’m sorry.
“The money’s in the act, it’s in the rental, it’s in the other place, it’s not gonna cost much. She said:
“Getting close to you, just so you can earn the dead. I’m sorry.
“Why…” I still don’t understand.
She smiled, “Because you and me and your husband were waiting for you to make money from the beginning. I’m sorry.
I’m totally stuck.
At that moment, I understood everything.
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I see.
She plotted a perfect crime:
Three years ago, my husband cheated on her and mentioned my divorce.
But it’s only the beginning of this big, tiny beginning;
My husband, my colleague.
When he was in the unit, he noticed that loophole.
A dead man’s pay gap.
He’s moved, and he knows it’s no big deal to earn millions in this way. But he gave up because if he did this, he would have to spend the rest of his life in prison if he was found.
But once, when he and she met at the hotel, he said that.
That wakes her up.
“Why do you have to do it yourself?” she said, “Isn’t there a ready-made workforce?” I’m sorry.
So a perfect plan was born.
My husband filed for divorce and the case went on for a long time. And finally, to keep my daughter, I chose to go home.
Poor, snails in small rental houses, tired of running.
The desire to earn money thrives in the heart.
So she just happened.
She entered the unit, approached me, roused my heart’s desire, gave me the way to earn the dead.
They don’t have to worry about the East Window anymore.
She’s just teaching me verbally, even if I did. Where’s the evidence? Who knows? Who can prove it?
And the money was just in my hand for a while.
When I get enough money, it’s time for them to harvest.
Getting me here, killing me here, becoming a missing person.
They get the code, easily take all the money.
Even after that, the unit found out I was making money and called the police.
Who else would look into them?
Only me, dead man, is wanted. But they can be rich within the country, with my money, without fear. It was also possible to take a stand in the public media and to appeal for my early return to the country to be brought to justice.
“In the end, you’re just a crop that we’ve cultivated. I’m sorry.
She said, “Now, it’s a harvest. I’m sorry.
She thought of everything, and now she’s waiting for me and her daughter to die.
What a man!
Speaking of self-interest, she even laughed.
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“I’ve told you enough. Your time is limited. She reminded me again.
I bit my teeth, “Let me out, let me and my daughter go to safety.” Or I won’t say anything! I’m sorry.
That’s her head, the cheeky smile.
“Your time is limited, so is your daughter. I’m sorry.
I’m freezing.
“When I was still in school, I was curious about an operation that cut the forehead. I’m sorry.
“You know, when you were buried, your daughter was crying out loud and yelling at me. She said:
“I’ll find a sharp iron bar and stick it in my head and mess with a part of it. Then she’ll be a good dog. She smiled, and she said, “It’s very quiet, and she won’t resist. I’m sorry.
“Of course, there’s no anesthetic here. I’m sorry.
“Wait a minute…”
I prayed for words, and I was interrupted.
“Five minutes. I’m sorry.
Brain buzzing.
I’m shaking.
“You choose it or not. I’m sorry.
She hung up on the phone despite my crazy curse.
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I went crazy and hit this coffin.
Threads don’t move.
Shit…
Shit!
She’s holding my daughter hostage. That’s why she buried me here with impunity!
Shit!
The air in the coffin is getting dreary.
I strangled my heart with my nails, forcing myself to think.
One thing, I know.
Absolutely, not the code.
Once she gets what she wants, she won’t let me and my daughter live!
I found a dial-up interface in this phone.
I don’t even know how many calls in Burma, I dialed 110, tried 86110, but there’s only a mechanical Myanmar woman on that side.
Calm down, I have to calm down.
Embassy…
Yes! If I can get a call from the embassy in Burma and ask them for help, even if I have to turn myself in, my daughter and I will be saved!
But this old-fashioned Nokia, no matter how I do it, I can’t paint a page!
Yeah… how can this woman leave me with a phone that works online?
Damn, damn…
I had no power over the planks.
At this point, the phone suddenly rings.
I thought it was my best friend’s.
That’s a little Myanmar, the voice of young men.
It’s just, bumpy.
♪ And I’m ♪
“Silver.”
I don’t understand. I looked at the phone, not the girl.
Help!
Help!
I can only hope he understands English:
We were killed! Call the police! I’m sorry.
Help! We’re kidnapped! Call the police!
“Ooh! I’m sorry.
The man at the end of the phone doesn’t seem to understand English.
He is also speaking Myanmar, which I do not understand, and I am reminded of something and hastily hung up. Turned over the dial-up on this phone.
– I’ll try it out one by one. If one can understand English, we have a chance!
But then that number called again.
I hung up, I couldn’t find the shield number, I called again.
I took it in haste, and it was the man who spoke the strange Myanmar language. It’s not over!
I’m on fire, too. “Gangling Mother! Fight! I’m sorry.
That one was clearly silent.
Chinese? The man said a standard national language.
I stopped.
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He had a cough.
“Don’t talk in any language…” he says.
“Your child is in our hands now, and we’ll give you only one hour to hit this Kari $100,000, or we’ll rip it off. I’m sorry.
He said to start reporting me a number.
I totally screwed up, my boy! In his hand?
I stopped him in a hurry, “Wait! Are you sure? She’s clearly…”
He said, “Don’t believe me. I’m sorry.
At the end of the phone, there was a little girl crying.
I don’t know, but at first glance it sounds like my daughter’s crying.
“Mom, help me… they’re all hitting me…”
The little girl’s cry for help is still not clear.
I’m in the middle of something.
My daughter is speechless. How can she say such a complete sentence?
I’ve heard of this trick, and people outside the country spend money to record the children’s cry for help. The voices of the children are ordinary, without any particular tone. People who are defrauded don’t listen carefully and can easily be misunderstood as their children.
It’s just a fraudulent phone call.
“An hour, if you dare to call the police, we’ll rip the ticket off right away…” he’s still working on it.
Anyway.
This fraud is my only hope!
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“You wait a minute! You can have as much as you want.”
“Fine, I don’t give a shit. Money to release…”
“Listen to me!” I interrupted him, “I know you don’t have my daughter! I know you’re cheating! I’m sorry.
“My daughter’s been kidnapped by my best friend. I don’t have much time. She’s going to kill my daughter anytime! I’m sorry.
I said, “The problem is I’m buried alive in a coffin near an army fortress. I can’t get out. I’m sorry.
“So now only you can save my daughter! Understand? I’m sorry.
“Are you in the country or in Burma? No, it doesn’t matter. Call the embassy in Burma. Call the Myanmar police. Let them save us! As long as my daughter is saved, I’ll give you all my money! Ten million!
I’m breathing. It’s been a long time.
“Please…”
“Wait a minute…” He was clearly confused, “You were buried alive and your daughter was kidnapped…”
“Yes!”
“and then your child was abducted by your best friend…”
“Yes, I did. It’s all true! I’m sorry.
He’s long gone, and he says, “You really can’t do that. I’m sorry.
I was crying and shaking my head, and I said, “You can check it out. My name is Cheng Yuen. Even if you just gave me a call from Burma…”
And the next second, he hung up.
In the coffin, the dead come back.
I crashed and hit my head.
The chest is so dreary that it has less oxygen in the air.
But I don’t have time to think about it now.
Quick phone calls were ringing, interrupting my thinking, as if it were a deadly signal.
It’s my girlfriend.
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I’m shaking.
“It’s time. She said:
“Don’t. Luo, don’t…” I prayed, “She treats you like a godmother — she treats you like another mother! I’m sorry.
“And?” she said.
I’m freezing.
“I gave you time. She said:
I heard a metal collision.
The end of the phone.
The sound of my daughter’s intense pain broke out.
I know, she’s drilling in my daughter’s head with sharp metal.
I hit the coffin crazy, “Stop it! Stop–“
“Final three seconds! It’s going into her head!” She shouts.
Three.
Two.
One.
I don’t know.
I said, “I’ll give you the code!”
I cried out.
I have no choice.
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I gave her a list of numbers.
She worked on it for a while.
“Open it up. She smiled.
“You’ve got what you want, let him go and that’s his child, and don’t forget that’s his child! I’m sorry.
She ignored it.
“Two things.” She said.
“First, a man’s skull is hard, and I just grabbed her finger with an iron bar — I lied to you. I’m sorry.
“Second, your ex-husband said that he would continue to raise her if he took her home. I’m sorry.
“As for you I’m sorry, you can’t live. I’m sorry.
I’m done.
I have no choice.
“Yes, yes. As long as you keep her alive, Luk, she’s a good girl, you know, and she’ll forget all about it when she’s grown up. “I’m crying in my eyes.
“She is speechless, unable to tell anyone about us… She’ll be a good daughter! I cried, “If you don’t mind, give her the phone, and I’ll tell her you didn’t hurt me, I don’t want her. She’ll make you a mother! I’m sorry.
It’s ironic. I can’t believe it’s going to be the last word for me and my daughter.
But my best friend interrupted me.
“What is the future between me and his child? She suddenly said that.
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I stopped.
She said something in Burma to whom I don’t know.
The music is gone.
The wheel of the mountain is rumbling.
They were in a moving car.
“Before I got here, I changed my mind, and I told him that his daughter had been accidentally killed by the soldiers because of a violent rebellion. She said, “No one can find evidence. I’m sorry.
“How can a dead man turn his back?” I’m sorry.
“Say one last word to your daughter. I’m sorry.
The car stopped.
She unlocked my daughter’s mouth.
“Aah aah aah aah!
She can still only make such a sound of panic.
I cried and begged my best friend to leave her alone. Put your head on the board.
“Mom…”
All of a sudden, I heard her making a hard syllable.
“Mom…Mom…”
It was as if she knew that she had reached the last moment and just wanted me to hear her call.
“Mom…Mom…”
This is the first time I heard her call me Mom.
A shot.
A young body was kicked out of the car and unable to roll on the road.
I can never hear my daughter again.
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She hung up.
I hold the handle, and I hold it tight.
How long has it been?
I don’t know. In the dark, I feel like I’m dead in a coffin.
Until.
The phone in my hand is ringing again.
It’s the fraudster.
I watched it for a long time.
My only attachment to the world no longer exists.
But I have one more thing to do.
That woman, I want her dead.
I don’t have much life left. I know too well, trapped in this coffin, I can’t do much.
But I have to do everything I can to bury her for us!
I looked down, down, and I saw the oxygen bottle she mentioned.
The amount of 1L used to climb, up to 30 minutes.
I tried to reach out and reach the bottle, open it and suck it in the coffin where there was little oxygen left.
Red eyes, pupils contracting. Blood, in the brain.
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I’m on the phone.
I’m not talking. I’m waiting for him to talk.
I need to know more about him.
Now he’s the only one I can use.
Not long ago, that man, he’s been talking.
“Well, there’s news in the country. I’m sorry.
“There are reports of three women who have lost contact abroad. There’s your name on the missing list and one of them is a child. I’m sorry.
“It is said that your ex-husband reported the case. I’m sorry.
It’s like their style.
The question is, this man called back for what.
“What do you want to ask?” I said.
“That’s a million dollars. I’m sorry.
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I laughed.
Money, is the most unreasonable thing in the world.
It makes you want to listen to anyone.
Even a second later, she revealed his deception.
“Can I have your name? I asked him that.
My name is Chen Shui. I’m sorry.
“Are you in the country or in Burma? I’m sorry.
“I’ll be in Little Cura. I can’t do this.”
I should be glad he’s in this city.
In my mind, a plan is coming into shape.
The plan to leave her dead without a place to die.
“Is your phone recording working? I said, “Hold on, turn on the recording. I’m sorry.
“What? He stunned.
“Open the recording. I’m sorry.
It’s been quiet for a while. It’s supposed to be working, “Okay. I’m sorry.
My name is Cheng Yu Yi. I said:
“When you heard that, I should have died in a coffin. I’m sorry.
I said I’ve got a list of my ID numbers.
“I was tricked by my ex-husband and my best friend to travel to Burma and buried alive in the earth, forcing me to hand over all my money. I’m sorry.
“My daughter, they killed her. I’m sorry.
“The evidence is, my body. I’m sorry.
“I was buried outside an armed garrison in a place less than a hundred kilometres from my country. I’m sorry.
“I remember, it’s a little guillotine heading south, about half an hour’s drive, all mountain roads. My body is right here. I’m sorry.
“If you find my body, you can prove my words to be true. I’m sorry.
I made up my mind and said the next thing.
That’s what Chen said.
“Chen Chang, the only one willing to help me. I’m sorry.
“I thank him for his help. I have voluntarily given this man all my legal heritage, free of charge. I’m sorry.
“I am at this point in my mind, free from coercion, and in order to prove this, I will repeat it three times. I’m sorry.
I repeat this three times. Legitimate estate, all free of charge…
I know that such gifts have little legal significance. But that’s all I can do now.
That head of Chen Zhen, it’s completely dead.
“What do you mean I didn’t help you.”
“Now, it’s time you helped me. I said:
“I need you to send the words about my ex-husband and my best friend to the national media, as much as possible. I’m sorry.
As long as those words are reported.
My ex-husband who’s hiding in the country, he’ll never get away with it.
But that is not enough, it is not enough.
The woman, the woman who taught me to make money…
“I want you to help me with the second thing…” I said, “Help me kill my girl.” I’m sorry.
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He’s silent.
I know it’s hard for him to agree with that.
This is my last chips.
“You know where the millions I’m talking about are now? I’m sorry.
I said, “It’s in her hand. I’m sorry.
Yeah, my money, it’s been changed to digital currency.
However, for safety, I stored the private keys of the digital currency in a hard drive.
If she wants to take my money, she’ll have to open the hard drive and get the private key!
The most important thing is that I told her the password before. She’s been through some kind of operation to confirm the password was correct.
That means she was just trying to open that hard drive.
The one with a million hard drive, right now, is in her hand!
“Kill her, not just for me, but for you. There’s nothing like that in my country. I’m sorry.
“Ten million, enough for you to be the Emperor in Burma!” I’m sorry.
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But he’s still silent.
Long silence.
“Please…”
What can a desperate mother say at such a time?
“My daughter…” I said.
“My daughter is speechless. I cried, “Today, for the first time in my life, she called me Mom. I’m sorry.
“I want to hear her talk to me, and I want to teach her to sing, and I want to be with her so much. I’m sorry.
“I’d love to hear her call me Mom again. I’m sorry.
“But I can’t hear her again. I’m sorry.
He’s just silent.
I was left to weep in despair.
The heart is at the bottom of the valley.
She killed my daughter and kicked my daughter’s body to the side of the road. It was as if nothing had happened.
For what?
Why?
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“I’ll try. Suddenly, he said.
I’m freezing.
“Not because of the money…”
“I have children too. I’m sorry.
He’s down.
“I had a kid too. I’m sorry.
I figured it out.
If he had children, how could he have gone to such a place alone and found such dangerous money?
Unless, like me, he lost his child.
Unfortunately, what happened to him in the past, I don’t have time to ask.
Stinky air, boring coffin.
I was sucking oxygen in a bottle, my heart was beating.
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“The question is how I killed her, I don’t know where she is. I’m sorry.
“I’ll tell you where she is. I’m sorry.
My brain is running at speed.
Remember, my best friend and I ended up on the phone and found her in a moving car.
I was confused at that time, and that was unreasonable.
Otherwise, if I’d been suffocated, who’d have told her the code? She won’t get a penny.
Think again, even she shouldn’t bury me alive, but torture me to make sure I’m alive before I say the code.
But now I’ve reached a conclusion.
There’s only one possibility, and it must be!
The place was armed, it wasn’t a special relationship, it was just taking her money and helping her.
It’s easy to kill people, and it’s natural to negotiate the price.
Since it’s just a money deal.
Of course she won’t stay here long!
If the locals find out she’s holding such a fortune, she won’t survive!
That’s why, when I was forced off by a gun, she said nothing but that I had to hand over the password.
So when she saw me buried alive, she must have taken my daughter on that Land Cruiser and returned to the country. As soon as possible!
She’s on her way! I’m sorry.
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But Chen has hesitated.
“But how am I going to get there now and I’m going back to kill her?” I’m sorry.
“She’s not going home! Because I’ll let her come to you! I’m sorry.
I don’t understand.
To say the least, I’ve never been more grateful to myself for meeting a man who’s been defrauded.
“You must have some kind of bomb phone software in this business, right? I’m sorry.
“There are … there are. I’m sorry.
“I need you to call my best friend, and I’ll give you the number and you tell her you’re from the castle. You tell her you dug me out and tried to get her a new deal! If you don’t agree, you’ll let me live! I’m sorry.
I know very well that letting me go back alive is my best friend’s dead end.
“So the moment she calls the castle, it’s all over.”
Chen Qiang, seems to understand.
“That’s right, so you’re gonna have to make a phone bomb on the whole building. So, she can’t call for proof, and finally, she can only deal with you! “I said it out loud.
“Where she goes, you decide! I’m sorry.
“Wait, wait, wait. I don’t know which fortress it is, just south…”
I bit my teeth and tried to remember, “I saw the soldiers here wearing blood-red armbands with cross-cut knives… “
“I know which one it is, but I can’t get the number of everyone in it. I can’t get the number of only a few heads.”
This is far too much better than my earlier predictions.
“Only bet! I’m speeding up, “My best friend can’t have everyone’s number, and she must be talking to some little boss, plus the driver. We can only bet on those two, in the number of your bombing! I’m sorry.
“I know. I know.”
Chen has fully understood my intentions.
“And make sure she’s in the car when you call! You have to wait until the driver leaves! Otherwise she’ll be able to confirm the situation! I’m making the last addition, “and she’s got a gun, but near the gate, she has to throw it away!” I’m sorry.
“Damn…” Chen says, “If that place is armed with me, I have to run. I’m sorry.
He’s right.
It’s a very dangerous move.
But when it works, Chen needs to wait for her to turn herself in.
“Shit! I’m sorry.
Chen Zheng hung up the phone.
“Wait for my call. This is his last sentence.
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Death is coming back.
I lay in a coffin, breathing hard. Oxygen bottle, take a sip less.
I don’t have much time.
But I can’t die.
I can’t die before I hear her die.
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Time, never so long.
I was strong enough to keep myself from sleeping, in my head, forcing myself to think about anything that could be thought about.
The cold face when the ex-husband filed for divorce;
In a small rental house, and We held our daughter in my arms,
When I told her a fairy tale, the smile on her face;
And, Chen Shui.
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I don’t get it.
For example, he’s a swindler who doesn’t make domestic calls and calls Myanmar numbers.
I’ve been running my brain, and I’ve figured out a few possibilities:
Perhaps, from the very beginning, the card that I’m using is the one he sold on the illegal Internet.
For him, it’s a perfect “chicky” — he can get information about a card-buyer, and it’s an accurate fraud.
And when this card gets through, it means that the cardholders are in Burma and, after being defrauded, have no recourse.
It’s all right.
Or else.
You don’t want to lie to your people because of your conscience?
Maybe.
If I survive, I’ll ask him for answers.
Including that kid he used to have.
How long has it been since he called me back?
Why?
In the dark, the sound of the phone exploded.
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The phone’s over there, Chen’s voice.
♪ And I’m ♪
Why is he speaking Burma?
And then I said, “I don’t understand Burma, he knows it.”
There’s only one possibility that he’s talking to someone else!
To whom? My best friend?
“Photo!”
“Photo!”
Chen Qing was apparently rushing.
My nails choked the flesh of my heart and downed the sound so that there was no echo in the coffin. It also pretends to be weak for the rest of its life.
“Please, don’t bury me again, for as much as you can.”
At the end of the phone, a woman’s Myanmar language was heard and cursed.
Curse them for breaking the law, curse me for being alive.
It’s my best friend’s voice!
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Her voice is not clear.
I know it’s not possible to catch Chan’s best friend. The only thing is, they’re talking on the phone.
Just like me now.
My best friend’s voice disappeared again.
Chen and I have not hung up, but remain silent.
Her voice disappeared. What did she do? To call the local armed forces to testify … Chen Jian is right, and if she succeeds in contacting the local armed forces, we will fail.
I can only pray nervously.
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For a long time, on the phone, I heard the phone ringing.
Listening to the noise, Chen Zhen received another call. He’s talking to my girlfriend on another phone.
I heard my best friend’s voice again.
I can’t make a sound. I’ve been waiting.
Finally.
They’re over the phone.
“Take the hook. I’m sorry.
I’m sweating on my back, already wet.
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“You’re all right. “She can’t make it to the locals, she can only believe it, she can only make it back to me! I’m sorry.
Listening to his side, I think he got into a car and started the gas door.
“She didn’t enter the country. She turned around! He said, “I picked her up a place where no one else. She’s got a local moor over there, and I’m on my way! I’m sorry.
“About ten minutes, you can bet on her. I’ll do it as soon as Moo leaves! I’m sorry.
He said, “How long do you think you’ll last? I’m sorry.
“Don’t know 10 minutes, tops. I’m sorry.
He said, “I’ve already called the embassy… But I don’t know how long…
“It’s okay. I laughed, “You’ve done well. How long can you last? It’s my business. I’m sorry.
He kept quiet, and there was nothing but the sound of a car.
“Can I ask you one last question? I said:
“What? I’m sorry.
“Your child. I said:
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“When I work. He said, “The kid lived with me at the construction site, he ran out and passed the dirt truck without notice. I’m sorry.
An accident…
“He was killed. He says:
“The man driving, he’s from my hometown. He said, “On the first night, he played cards all night. He could have avoided it but he fell asleep, driving in the car. I broke up and pulled him out of the car, and he was spitting on his clothes. I’m sorry.
He laughed.
“Don’t blame me for not talking, but I envy you. I’m sorry.
“What…”
“Do you think I can blame him? I didn’t take good care of the kids myself, I only knew about the money and thought it was enough to make money for the kids. Bring him to the construction site. He does what he wants. He said, “You have revenge. I want revenge. I don’t know who to look for. The driver is still me. I’m sorry.
“So he lives, and then he lives.” I’m sorry.
He stopped talking.
This phone is still on. We’re silent.
There’s less air in the bottle, almost nothing left.
Every few seconds, I can only give myself a tiny sip.
But I’m tired of the dreary air in the coffin.
Last time I tried to pick up that tank of oxygen, I couldn’t even push the jet button.
To try in vain, to fail.
And my eyes turned upside down, and I seemed to hear him shouting.
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I don’t know.
“Let me go! I can give you the code! You don’t have to kill anyone! I’m sorry.
And not long after it came to pass, We heard the voice of my best friend as far away as a mountain.
It’s coming from the phone. I can’t hear you.
But how could I forget her voice?
I’ve had difficulty opening my eyes and my hands still can’t push the jet button.
Grab it, crack it on the board, blow off the nose and nose mask. Point the button to the teeth, bite it with the last force.
That’s the last oxygen in this bottle.
I suck deep in my mouth and hold on to consciousness.
“Kill her…” I said hard.
“You woke up? I’m surprised.
“Kill her I’ll give you the code while I’m conscious…”
“Don’t kill me, I’ll give you the code! “You don’t have to take any risks and get the money! That’s the best choice, isn’t it? I’m sorry.
“And! And! I don’t know if she told you. I have a loophole. I can make money! She’s desperate for all her life.
“I will continue to share this loophole and make money for others!” Then I came here with those people, just like her. We’ll have the money when we die! I’ll give you half. No, you’ll have to make a few points! There’s no risk in this money. You can take it home and become a rich man! I’m sorry.
“I’m really going to do this. Look at my phone, look at my husband’s conversation, and we really are going to do this! I’m sorry.
“You don’t have to kill those people, I’ll do it! I’ve got experience! All you have to do is split the money! I’m sorry.
He didn’t make a sound.
It seems that there has been no solution.
Me and my best friend, we can only wait for him to make a choice.
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Strangely, at this point, I think of something interesting.
When was that?
I remember, it seemed like it had just been divorced and I took my daughter to rent a house and bargained with the landlord. She was pointing at her nose to suspect me of that kind of occupation.
I finally made it, but I cried in front of my daughter.
And I sat with my daughter in that empty little bed, weeping in grief.
Suddenly, my daughter wiped my tears.
She brought me paper.
“Mommy is a hero. I’m sorry.
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“Chang Zheng. * I said with my last strength *
“I’ll go there, I’ll find my children, I’ll find your children. I’m sorry.
“I’ll tell him you’ve been blaming yourself. I’m sorry.
“My daughter will tell him his father is a hero. I’m sorry.
Chen Shui didn’t answer.
But I heard, and the voice of my best friend became a moan of struggle.
And, spray the noise.
It’s as if oxygen bottles spray gas.
Her air pipes were removed and blood sprayed.
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Quiet coffins, untouched wood.
Chen Shui on the other side of the phone, get in the car again. After the gas door started, I heard him take another call. After a few short words, he hung up.
“When I found someone, I arranged to stop by the phone, and I gave them to the embassy. He said, “They just talked about money and agreed to let people go. I’m sorry.
He said, “I’m going where you are right now, to give them the hard drive. I’m sorry.
It’s kind of weird, by the way.
It’s filled with dead people’s money, and it’s used to save lives.
“I’ll be there in about 20 minutes. He said, “But you don’t have to last that long. Someone’s been digging for you! I’m sorry.
Can I make it?
I don’t know. I can’t see anything anymore. The sound on the phone sounds very remote.
My daughter is gone.
I can’t even pick up my faith to survive.
“You’ll be dead if you fall asleep! “Don’t sleep! Don’t sleep! I’m sorry.
But I’ve reached my limit.
I can feel that every nerve I’ve had is like a oily lamp.
“You know, I saw the chat on her phone. They really intend to continue this business! I’m sorry.
“You saved those people! I’m sorry.
Really?
I felt the microshocks of the coffin, which appeared to be heavy on top of it and was being extracted by iron.
But my mind is gone.
There was only a darkness in front of them, and it swallowed me up.
“Don’t sleep! Cog! I’ll sleep!
He shouted and gave me back what he said.
“I haven’t found your daughter’s body. If you sleep, I’ll take her home and bury her! I’m sorry.
“You want me to bury you, right? I’m telling you, no way! I’m sorry.
“No embassy is good, you sleep over! I’ll bury you two separately! You won’t see her till you die! I’ll do what I say! I’m sorry.
That’s…
“Gang… Queen…”
I said it hard and vaguely.
Tooths, dead biting on the finger, blood blurry.
The pain in the heart, the nerve in the head.
The casket is getting stronger and stronger.
One finger is numb and another.
“Wait for me.” He said, “Let’s go find the kids. I’m sorry.
Little light, through the cracks.
I’ll wait for him.
End
Case number: YX01jeXzDoNxvKqKG
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
