What stories of women being trafficked around you–

When I was 10, I knew my aunt had been trafficked here.

That night, I went to the woodhouse to feed her, and she stuffed me a note with the address of another city.

And his aunt fell down in my ear, and he whispered, “This is my former home. Save me.” Please, help me. I’m sorry.

I watched her eyes covered in blood and saliva from her mouth and ran out of the woodhouse in fear.

Then there came the cry of his aunt: “Everyone shall die here, and every soul shall die.”

One.

The third uncle lives in the countryside of Subei. There’s a woodhouse in his yard, and I don’t usually dare come near it because there’s a crazy woman in it.

She had a limp and a chain on her ankle. Every time I get there, I hear her pulling the chain, and the sound of the “ho-ho-ho” like an animal.

That’s my aunt, but I never called her.

They said your aunt was a psycho, so she had to be chained up or else she would go crazy. Once back in the year, I saw my uncle beat her, removed her belt, tied her head and face to the end of the belt, crying and crawling forward and screaming like a pig.

But the chain was that long, and she climbed to the door of the woodhouse and couldn’t move.

“Run!” Run again and break your other leg! I’m sorry.

My cousin Dragon was sitting there, eating chicken claws and watching his mother get beaten. I was so scared, I ran out and yelled. My mother heard something. She came to hold my uncle. If you hit him again, you’ll be dead! I’m sorry.

“Kill this bastard! White-eyed wolf! I’ve been eating for years, trying to run away! I’m sorry.

Uncle pushed my mother away and kept stabbing her head and face. My mom couldn’t help but turn around and close my eyes.

The beatings lasted at least half an hour, and when the uncle stopped, all the blood was spilled on his waist. My aunt snorts on the floor and twitchs from time to time.

And that’s when I was shocked.

Her own son, Dragon, came to her, fell down, pulled her hair up, and asked, “Are you still running?” I’m sorry.

Aunt didn’t answer.

The dragon raised his voice and asked, “Did you run?” I’m sorry.

The aunt’s face was covered in blood, the eyes were sewn together, and there was a grunt in her mouth, with a haemat.

Dragon loosed her hair and beat her hands, “Run again, you deserve it.” I’m sorry.

I was 10 years old, dragons were months younger than me, but I feared this brother from my bones.

After his beating, he re-stuffed his belt and left his blood on, and went back to play mahjong.

On the table, a bald-headed man smiled, saying, “Enough, and do not know what is wrong, and they left you a child whatever they say.” Not like my bitch, hi… it’s all bad. I’m sorry.

My uncle smokes and has a self-righteous look, “You’re too light, and this woman has to fight. She’s out, the face! I’m sorry.

“You think I’m losing her eye? I hit him! Who would have thought this bitch was a wolf? I was blind for 2,000 bucks. I’m sorry.

“How many children have been born?” I’m sorry.

“Three more. The bald-headed man held a mahjong in his hand and held it in his hat, and said, “Protect one, strangle one, and the doll, and there’s a boy in the middle of it. I’m sorry.

The bald man’s name is Chang-eun. I’ve seen her. One of her eyes is blind, and there’s a scar, like something cut. Sometimes she digs wild vegetables in front of the yard and looks at me and smiles.

The woman was so handsome, she didn’t look bad, though she was blind. But her heart is cold as steel, and every child born is strangled with her own hand, already three times in a row.

It wasn’t until a long time before I realized why she was so angry. When she was sold, she died, kept her whole family away, stripped her clothes, someone held her hand, someone pressed her leg, and she was always tied to the eye…

It is said that, in order to prevent her from biting her tongue, a piece of rag was also inserted into her mouth.

My aunt knew about these things, but she wasn’t so hard on her own son.

Two.

That summer, I went back to the back. Aunt’s still locked in that woodhouse, stinking, smelling like shit from a long distance.

Uncle’s got a bowl of leftovers for his mother. But Dragon’s room stinks and won’t go, so let me go and get some food.

I’ve always been afraid of my aunt, because I knew from the moment I knew she was a psycho, and she wasn’t just grumpy, but like an animal, she couldn’t even talk. The only thing she does every day is to keep pulling the chains on her ankles, “blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.”

So I even shook my head.

“What are you afraid of? “What are you afraid of? I’m sorry.

“She’s your mother, don’t be afraid. But I wouldn’t dare.

“It’s a crazy woman. Dragons shoved their food in my hand, and said, “Don’t worry, go in with a stick. I’m sorry.

So I went into the woodhouse with a stick in my head. My aunt heard a bang and raised her head and found it was me, and it was not my feeling that it was not at this time, and she suddenly had a twirl in her blind eye.

I put down my bowl and I went out, and suddenly my aunt waved at me, “Dum, come here. I’m sorry.

I’m sorry, my aunt can speak. I thought she was an animal, only breathing and howling.

I turned and looked at her, and the sun of the evening was coming through the door, making clear to her five officials, but my aunt wasn’t ugly, it was just too dirty, and it would be a pretty face to clean up. Nice nose, gentle eyes, and this time she’s warm as a loving mother.

I didn’t consciously approach her.

And suddenly, she grabbed my wrist and her eyes got blistered, as if she was going to shoot gold in it! Then she shoved a wrinkled piece of paper into my hand.

I didn’t expect this to happen. My aunt held me in her arms and put me in my ear and whispered, “This is my home, Xiaojie. Save me. Please, help me…”

I watched her eyes covered in blood and saliva running from her mouth, screaming in horror, breaking out of her and running out of the woodhouse.

And behind him was the sound of my aunt’s heart torn, “Each of you shall die!

I ran to the outside, and I couldn’t help but feel dizzy and stopped, so I remembered that there was a group of paper in my hand, and it was almost in my sweat. I spread the wrinkled note, with a pencil slashingly and slashingly, with an address, “Hong House House in XX City 5 and 32”, which is a very far-off city.

Then his uncle came and I rushed into my pocket. Uncle found out I was different and asked, “Is everything all right? I’m sorry.

“No, nothing, just too hot. “I had to pretend to walk the past as if nothing had happened and try not to touch his eyes.”

I’ve been walking to the river, looking at the hurried water, and there’s a hole in my head. It was then that I realized that my aunt wasn’t from here. She lived far away.

Although everyone was silent about her story, I understood that she did not come here voluntarily and that she should have been sold like a cow and a sheep.

In order to prevent her from escaping, the blind and often-eyed woman, who was also digging for wild vegetables by the river, was not provided with shoes and she stepped barefoot in the thorns. She saw me and smiled, and the only one left was blurry in the sunset. There are clouds in the sky, red like blood.

My heart was pounding, and my head ran off.

I didn’t tell anyone about this. Because I know that once I say it, my uncle might kill my aunt.

That paper troupe has been hidden in me like a great nightmare in my heart, waking me up at night. I went back to the county after a summer break, and the first thing I did was throw the paper troupe into the garbage bin at the door.

But that night, I woke up from a dream, and it was like my aunt’s squawking scream was coming out of a pillow, and it went straight into my ear.

I ran out of bed barefoot and cried to the door and went through the trash can. That trash can stinks. It smells just like Aunt. My two sticky hands finally found the paper troupe at the bottom.

The next day I sent a letter to the post office, following the address on the note. There’s nothing in the letter but a place where my aunt lives.

But I didn’t realize that this letter was a great disaster.

Six months later, a van entered the back in the morning.

Most of the people in the village are still asleep, the sun is not rising and the whole village is covered in a quiet fog.

A mid-aged man in his mid-50s, with gray hair and glasses, came from the car and walked carefully along the path he had been looking for in advance, without causing any movement. Not long ago, he arrived in front of his aunt’s cabin, opened the door and came with a long-stealing smell.

The man had not covered his nose, and he was appalled by the sight of him — he had no idea that a girl with a strong and ferocious youth could be tortured like this.

My aunt saw the man, opened up his mouth and cried and woke up. The man rushed to cover her mouth, suggesting that she should not make a sound, and two people cried with their heads sore that they could only cry and make a little noise.

Crying for a while, a middle-aged man cut the chain with a plier and carried a crippled aunt to the van. As soon as he got in the car, the driver started the car and wanted to get out of here.

She didn’t care how far the car went, and suddenly came out of a slash, and she ran like a wind, barefoot, even if the bottom of her feet was covered in blood. At last, she caught up with the van and hit the door with her ass.

My aunt turned around and saw the blind bitch running out of the car. She was in a hurry and she said, “Stop the car. This girl was sold here with me. I’m taking her out. I’m sorry.

The car was parked and the blind bitch got in the car, and at that moment she felt she had boarded Noah’s ark at the onset of the flood.

Two women who were tortured and ravaged, cried with their heads on Noah’s ark and cried with joy.

But they’re happy too soon.

Whether it was because blind women had been delayed or because the villagers had been prepared to stop the van before it reached the entrance to the village. Several villagers with shovels forced their cars to stop, pounding on their windows and shouting, “Get down!”

The middle-aged man met him and told the driver, “Come on, drive, don’t stop. I’m sorry.

However, the driver was afraid to move forward, and an old woman came to the van and lay down. It’s obvious: If you want to go, you’ll just roll over me first.

The blind bitch screamed, “Go over!” Roll over!”

But the driver doesn’t have the guts? He’ll have to put out the fire.

They had no idea that, in order to prevent the women who had been sold from escaping from their backs, the villagers had already developed a well-developed system of protection. At this point, the van was caught in front and back, and it couldn’t escape.

When the car was stopped, the village chief came with the security team, and the captain was the bald man called Chang-hyeong. The blind bitch was often seen as if she was going to eat people, and her hair was dragged to her back like a towed dog.

The third uncle also heard that he had come and pulled his aunt down from the car, without saying a word. First, he slapped him in the face, and the straight-on aunt sat down.

When the middle-aged man met him, he rushed up to protect his aunt and shouted, “What do you want?” Do you know who she is?”

“Who is she? She is my daughter-in-law! “Who are you?” he says. I’m sorry.

“I’m her coach! I’m sorry.

“Teacher”?

“She’s a doctor of engineering for the big nuclear reactor!” When they were trafficked, they carried out two “eight and five”, “nine and five,” and you know what that means! If she succeeds in graduation and completes the project, she will be the best in the field of nuclear response-building and even the Nobel Prize for Physics! But in your eyes, she is just a means of procreation, a machine for the birth of children, and you have destroyed her like this… . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . You’re still not human.

“What kind of nuclear reaction is that I bought her for $2,000? If she tries to run, I’ll fight! “Let go of me or I will beat you up!” I’m sorry.

And then two men in uniform came down from the car and said, “We are the porters, these two women, we must take them away. I’m sorry.

The village chief stood up and stood in front of the two men, saying, “You cannot take people away.” I’m sorry.

“Why?”

“Because they all have a marriage certificate, they’re legal couples, and the government recognizes it. I’m sorry.

“Getting married is voluntary. Do you think they’re voluntary? I’m sorry.

“There’s no way to take it away, and if you have proof, don’t touch her.” I’m sorry.

“I warn you, trafficking in women is illegal, and you are all legally responsible!” I’m sorry.

“What’s wrong with you?” And one of my kids screams, “My mom bought it! Did she break the law? What did she do?”

Those who did this took out their cell phone, and said, “We contacted the local police station before we came here. You better let them go now, or else you will be proud.” I’m sorry.

Police station? “Do you think he listens to you or to me?” I’m sorry.

The caller changed his face, dialed out a number on his cell phone, made a phone call, and the other person “beeped” and hung up.

“Don’t mention the police station. Today you will bring me the master of heaven, nor will you make it.” I’m sorry.

Those who did this would have been more than happy to have their cell phones gathered, and said, “Well, how much did it cost you to buy a woman, and we will double the compensation, so let us take them away first? I’m sorry.

“Of course not! “It’s not about money! That’s a bad rule! I’m sorry.

Rules?

“The daughter-in-law who bought it must not leave the back. That’s the rule! You’re paying to buy people off. Who’ll be here to have a baby? I’m sorry.

My aunt’s mentor was upset and ran into them. I’m sorry.

How dare you? “Call me! I’m sorry.

A university professor, together with two staff members, who were rivals of these tough villagers, were beaten in blood in a few moments.

“Stop it! I’m not leaving!” I was wrong. I’ll never run again! I’m sorry.

The villagers stopped now. My aunt cried and said to her teacher, “Sensei, leave me alone, go away.”

The teacher’s glasses were broken, covered in blood, and covered in footprints. He held his uncle’s hand tight, he groaned, he put his head on the ground, and he couldn’t say a word.

So he cried silently, for his power, for the girl with the best grades, for the students who were humiliated for themselves, for all that happened…

The abductors and mentors returned to their homes without success, and their traditional honour was once again defended in the back.

After the rescuers were removed, the aunt and the blind bitch were taken to the valley before the village council, which is the heart of the village. These two “white-eyed wolves” who are trying to escape must be severely punished as an example.

There were crowds of people in the field, and they all stretched their necks as they watched the execution at the market. My aunt and the blind bitch were hanged on a big tree, walking around like two hangers.

Uncle San and Chang-Hong each took a whip and beat the hanging woman in his house, and the sound of “blacking” was so pretentious. The two women were quickly covered in blood, and at first they cried out loud, and at the end they were not even able to hum.

The whips are drawn on them, as if the wind were passing over the mountains, and the souls were numb.

And when one is soft in heart and cannot see, he says to the dragon, “Call your father and stop fighting, and he will be killed.”

I didn’t think the dragon would spit. Give her food every day, drink her, and try to run away and get a dog you don’t know! I’m sorry.

The whipping lasted more than 20 minutes before the two men were exhausted. At this point, both women have worn clothes that have already been pulverized, attached to them, bare breasts and body parts, and presented naked in front of everyone.

But they are no longer ashamed, and the numbness of the pain has left them with no time to think about what they are born to be human.

The blind bitch suddenly smiled and she opened her mouth and said something.

No one heard what she said, but she opened her mouth.

He went under the tree and pointed a whip at the blind bitch, and said, “What are you talking about?” I’m sorry.

She opened her mouth again, but her voice was invisible.

Yeah, it’s been done. There’s no strong talk.

When you’ve had enough embolisms, and you’re out of breath, you put the woman down and you close your ears and ask: “What did you just say?” I’m sorry.

The blind bitch suddenly bit him in the ear, dying, and whispering low in her throat, like a mad dog. “Help! Help! Get her off! Get her off!

The people are all over it, but they won’t touch her. She’s like she’s grown on a permanent embolism, and the teeth and the muscles of the other. When they finally pulled her out of the way, the whole ear of the permanent truncheon was gone, leaving a hole in blood.

He used to cry and scream like a mother, and the blind bitch chewed a few times before spitting out his face.

Then she looked up to her hanging aunt with blood on her mouth, and suddenly the only eyes were opened, and they were glowing, and the light was shining.

Perhaps, in this shining light, she has gone back to her life.

“No.” Aunt shook her head.

The blind bitch smiled and said to her aunt: “Thank you.” And then he opened his mouth and hit him hard at the top of the trunk. The hard wrench came in through her mouth and came out of her back, and it looked like there was no resistance, like a hot, hot knife cutting loose cream.

Everyone was shocked by this, and a few timid hurriedly covered their eyes.

It was the worst day ever, and one of her ears was gone, and the mother-in-law was gone, and more importantly, she died and left no seed.

The blind women were often wrapped up in an open mat and thrown into the wastelands of the mountains. As he walked, he cried and wondered whether it was his ears or the $2,000 he had spent. Buying a woman now is not as good as buying a woman for a couple of grand. It looks like they’re going to die.

That afternoon, my mother received a telephone call from his uncle, who told her to go home and discuss something. Because it was that weekend, my mother took me home and went back home to find out that his uncle was trying otherwise.

He’s ready to ask questions.

“Is it you? Uncle pointed at me and asked, “Is it you who sent the message for your aunt?” I’m sorry.

“Not me, I don’t know. I categorically deny it. How dare I admit that.

“You! The dragon suddenly pointed at me and said, “I saw him coming out of the woodhouse the other day, with a note in his hand and sneaking around. It’s not a good thing! I’m sorry.

I heard that my uncle, with his hair on his forehead, pushed forward, staring at me, “Wasn’t it you?” I’m sorry.

I cried out of fear, and my mother was too busy to protect me and put me behind my back. You scared the kid!”

“You stay away! I have to ask you something today! I’m sorry.

“What are you asking me? Don’t you understand? What are you doing here? I’m sorry.

“Wasn’t it bad? What do you mean? “If I don’t, my family will die! I’m sorry.

“The queen is the queen!” “Do you have a throne to inherit?” Or are your genes too good to be inherited? “And the sky will fall when you are the last of them?”

When my uncle was so upset that he was going to hit my mother with the broom, there was a gruesome cry in the woodhouse, and the ring of the chain. I’m going to the woodhouse with a broom. “Crazy bitch! I’m sorry.

Open the woodhouse door and only see my aunt on the face, with red eyes, as if he had committed hysteria, with iron chains on his feet. When she saw his uncle coming in, she suddenly said, “Four days, five stars are breaking into the Dragon, and prejudice is one of the inmates…”

“What? “My uncle is wrinkled.

My aunt looked at him, staring at him, and she said, “In three days, there will be blood! I’m sorry.

And his uncle was angry, and he threw up his broom at her, and he said: Curse me! That’s bullshit. That’s bullshit! I’m sorry.

“I didn’t say anything, I saw it all…”

He took a breath and left the woodhouse. No one took my aunt’s crazy words seriously, but on the third day, his uncle went to town on a bicycle and had no idea that his tire was flat and his head was stuck in a ditch. The head was slammed with blood.

In that moment, the horrors transcended the pain of the flesh, and a blank in his mind, thinking only of what his aunt had said when she said: “Four days, five days, a time, a day, a day, a day, a day, a day, a day, a day, a day, a day, a day, a day, a day.”

And within three days, the blood and the light fell upon it, and it was true.

My uncle felt it was no coincidence that a hand had pushed him into the ditch. He can’t explain this paranormal phenomenon, but he just feels that that crazy bitch’s eyes are a little different.

In rural areas, it has been said that some women have been stimulated, or that after a major illness, they will be attached to the “Fiancée”, which will give them the ability to measure the perpetrators and the unknown.

This woman has an exclusive term called “sister.”

The previous priest had been dead for many years, and it had not occurred to me that, after many years, that fate would fall on a woman from outside the country and that she would be a woman who had bought it.

In the rural areas, this is the fastest-growing, and the woodhouse where aunts are held has suddenly become a sacred place of faith for the entire village, and everyone is moving in the direction of the fairies. My aunt’s demented appearance was considered to be natural and even the smell of the smell in the woodhouse was used as a different message.

His uncle did not expect this to happen, but he quickly responded by starting to charge, priced and strictly controlled the number of people meeting each day. It’s a scarce resource, and it makes a lot of money. It’s a big pie falling from the sky, and his uncle is going to faint with happiness.

Aunt was crazy, but she should have been right, otherwise there wouldn’t have been so many people looking for her. This thing, it’s a reputation.

Whenever someone asks questions, his aunt twitches, turns her eyes upside down, a ritual of “give God up” and ends her life, she starts to say a few words, but in the view of the interrogators, every word of these words is in their heart, and it is extremely spiritual. Even the two cows of Wang Asako’s family were lost, and his aunt was able to predict with precision the location of the “back hill ten miles north”.

According to my aunt’s instructions, Wang Asako found his lost cow.

Because of this, he had to give the village chief a cigarette when he saw him. But the village chief said to his uncle in private, when he was old and well-versed, “I heard that the lady asked for God, but only the house of the five fairs, the fox, the yellow, the white, the willow, and the grey. I’m sorry.

His brother smoked a cigarette, and he didn’t care about the road: “Who cares which way she asked for it, will it be a miracle?” I’m sorry.

The village chief whispered: “I was worried that she would not let something that was so messed up be possessed and possessed.” I’m sorry.

“And that?”

“No, there’s some kind of gibberish who picks up a weak-worded man. It’s nothing serious. I’m sorry.

“Captain, think too much. “We’re so many living people. I’m sorry.

Although her aunt became a “sister”, her treatment had not improved, and she was still chained, living in a dark, dark woodhouse, and her piety was not enough to change her situation.

The “business” is so hot that it’s so red. He bought a woman the same year as his uncle, but he didn’t even have one.

“Fuck, it’s different. “I’m asking the culprit today.” I’m sorry.

“They’re all brothers. His uncle also knew his difficulties and pushed his ticket back.

“Thank you. I’ll buy you a drink sometime. “My sister-in-law, I’m here today, mainly to ask if we can continue this fire in our old house.” I’m sorry.

My aunt heard questions, twitched and turned her eyes upside down and began to say, “Please, God.” After a moment, she bowed her head and looked cold at the embolism, but was different from the day when she did not say a word, just staring at him.

I’ve been acting strange, and I’ve come forward again. I’m sorry.

My aunt snapped up, grabbed the head and bit him in the other ear! He just lost one ear, and if the other ear is gone, he won’t have a face to see.

When my aunt came to see his only ear, it was a bulge, a rat, with his head around his head, and came all the way. My aunt jumped forward with a chain on her feet and stopped at the door, and the chain, which he earned, went off.

He was often sweaty and ran away and said his aunt was crazy and had to bite off his other ear. When the matter reached the village chief, he found it strange and decided to come in and find out.

The village chief still had some rules. He went into the woodhouse and gave his aunt a fragrance with humility and respect, and asked, “Where are you from?” Please also make it clear that we will be able to establish a monument to celebrate your work. I’m sorry.

My aunt’s teeth squeaked, twitched, turned white, and then quieted for a moment, and she bowed her head and said, “You have to let me go…”

“What? The village chief didn’t listen.

“You have to let me go! Let me out! Get out of here! Otherwise, this village will be a disaster! Everyone dies!”

The mayor looked at his aunt’s angry eyes and seemed to understand something.

And when he left, he said to his uncle: “Stand your mother-in-law, and let her not run away again. I see she is a thief’s heart.” I’m sorry.

Six.

“Let me go out or this village will be a disaster!” Everyone dies!”

And though they feared their wife, they were in doubt about it. So far, no woman who had been sold had been able to leave the back, and she could not break this precedent, even if she was a priest.

But it’s been a while, and we’re all a little scared.

He took his belt and beat his aunt the most vicious time he’s ever had. I’m sorry.

The sound of severe whipping and the screams of my aunt drew the villagers nearby, and a few came up to persuade them, “Stop it, she’s a squire and she’s got a fair house. Be careful not to piss off the house. I’m sorry.

“I don’t care about his fairy house! If you want to go out, you can’t do it! “My uncle’s belt is tumbling, and he’s crying at his aunt’s throat until he’s out of hand.

After the fight, his uncle closed the firewood door and locked it, which could only be opened when he delivered food and water. He then declared the end of his aunt’s “sister” career.

And when the door was locked, the mother-in-law, in the darkness, made an unusually sad sound.

Without her, the life of the villagers had continued and had not been affected by it, except that there had been some regrets: why did she come to the house of Sen? It’s not like there’s no women in this town.

As for the curse my aunt had, they soon left behind. Apparently, they didn’t know a word called “speech.”

The day the hyena came true, it was a weekend night, because my parents were on business and I was living in the back.

The village had gathered in a small square, where a few lights had been pulled, and three or two people had gathered under the light bulb to play mahjong and push nine. There are also old ladies sitting around with their fan in the cold and talking about their parents Li.

I was playing in small squares with a couple of like-aged kids, and I was playing around, and I suddenly saw my brother running in a panic, and I yelled at my uncle, “Oh, my God, your mother-in-law is out.”

I’ve just lost a few of them. It’s when I hear a lot of noise, I can’t help it. I’m sorry.

“Your bitch, she ran out of the woodhouse! “To prove himself, he used to point back, “Look, who was that? I’m sorry.

In the shadows of darkness far away, there came a man who was limping and his feet were chained and dragged to the earth by the sound of “blah, lah.” My uncle was so upset that he walked away with a piece of vine. I’m sorry.

I didn’t think I’d hang on to my uncle and say, “You, don’t go there. I think there’s something wrong with her.”

“What’s wrong? I’ll be honest with you! “The third uncle pushed the regular embolism, walked straight through it, threw the vines, and his mother reached out, stuck him in the neck and raised him up with one hand!

This scene shocked everyone!

My aunt was so single-handedly holding an adult man, she came step by step towards the square. Three uncles held her wrists with his hands, and his legs were hurried down, but to no avail. So I went under the lights, and when everyone saw what my aunt looked like, I took a breath of air.

All she saw was her eyes white, not a bit black, and her lips were plumbing like saliva falling down from her mouth, and her neck was covered with gleams, bulging like a leaf’s pulse, and her throat was snorting with a “ho-ho” sound. The muscle knots on her arm, the nails, were slowly embedded in his neck.

While his legs were raging and his hands were strangling his throat, his sharp nails slowly and firmly pushed towards his neck. For about five or six seconds, his uncle suddenly stopped moving, he flattened his legs, listened to “poo-poo-poo” and spilled blood.

I wonder who made the first scream, and everyone started to run around, and my aunt threw the body of the three uncles, slowly bending down, and the hysteria sounded, and she took a short run-starting position, and then she went out at once, at a strange speed, running around in a small square, like spiders hunting flying bugs, and caught these panickers.

She jumped high and high, in the light of the light, like a nightingale, pounced on a man, grabbed his head or throat and could burst in only a few seconds. For the first time, I heard the sound of a brain burst, a hysteria, like a ripe watermelon.

It was just a small and peaceful square, which in the instant became a penitentiary prison, with blood and brains all over the ground. The mayor did not know where the courage came from, and he took a sickle and put it in his aunt’s back.

The aunt stomped, stood up, his right hand stretched behind his back, twisted into a strange angle and grabbed the sickle and pulled it out. Then she slowly turned around, because of the violent fight, her clothes had been broken, almost naked — under the dark light, I can see clearly that she still had another face on her chest!

The face was of the size of a slap, growing between the breasts, and the nose and mouth were full, but the strange thing was that the face opened only one eye, and the other one was tightly closed, with a scar on it.

Isn’t that the face of that blind bitch?

Looking at the village chief’s frightened eyes, I understand that his aunt was really possessed by the “Fixen House” but not by the fox, yellow, white, willow, ash, and not by the ghost, but by the blind bitch.

“It’s so self-inflicted that you can’t live. The village chief smiled, picked up the sickle on the ground, put it to his throat, and then slashed and cut half of his neck.

The aunt crossed the village chief ‘ s body, slowly moving forward, and the chains on her feet were covered in blood, and the noise of friction with the ground was not as harsh. In front of her, kneeling on her knees like a sifter, slamming her head like a crotch, “Give me a break. Give me a break. I just want to leave the old man behind.

The aunt reached out and grabbed the other ear, tearing it down like a torn handpaper. The groaning, which was often sore, stopped — the aunt shoved his ears into his mouth and then stuck it down until the whole arm reached his abdomen.

Most of the internal organs were squeezed out of his lower body and put under him like a pile of excrement.

I didn’t know how many people in the village had escaped, and after a brief shock, I began to flee to my uncle’s house, looking for a place to hide. Some time later, the door was slowly pushed away and the aunt with the chains came in, standing in the dark for a moment, suddenly reaching out her hand and pulling someone out of the corner.

Mom, it’s me! Mom, don’t kill me! The dragon screamed, and he hid here.

My aunt’s hand was on the dragon’s head for a long time, probably in a psychological struggle. But after all, the mother and the son were in love, and she finally took her hand and pushed the dragon away.

And just as she turned around, the dragon snapped a pair of scissors and put it on her, “Kill an old monster! You killed my father and I killed you! I’m sorry.

My aunt was so sad, she held the dragon’s neck and listened to it, and he went soft like a noodle.

I hid in the corner of the wall and the atmosphere was afraid to come out and I watched my aunt step by step with tears. There was a fire outside, and in the light of the fire, my aunt was covered in blood, her eyes were white, 100 times worse than all the monsters I could think of.

I have no more courage to cry than to let the tears flow.

My aunt didn’t attack me, and she reached out to me with the scissors and squeezed a blurry voice in her throat: “Kill me…dry me…”

My aunt’s eyes are tearing out, red blood tears. On the face of her chest, the only eye was wide open and there were tears in the blood.

“Kin, kill me…”

For some reason, I suddenly understood all her pain, all her anger and mourning. And in that moment, it was as if I had grown up and felt the sadness deep inside of an adult. I took the scissors and stabbed her.

I didn’t know how many times I stabbed myself until my aunt’s body fell off the floor and my body was covered in blood, so I stopped.

At dawn, the police cordoned off the village, and every civilian police officer who came in saw the sight of it would vomit. Each step was mixed with brains, blood and scrawny internal organs, as if they were in the slaughterhouse.

According to the list that I later learned, all those involved in the trafficking of women were killed, and none were spared.

The post-basin, short of a large part of the young labour force, became almost an empty village. Those who survived were also in a state of shock, and since then they have moved far away from the area, even from the north of the country for life.

The aunt ‘ s body was set on fire and turned into a char and only the chain on her feet could identify her. The police did not extract any useful leads from her body, and the only valuable thing they received was a statement from the survivors.

The statements of the survivors, while consistent, are far too absurd to be used as a basis for the conclusion of cases. “How old are you?” I’m sorry.

“Ten? I’m sorry.

“Did you see what happened last night? I’m sorry.

“See. I pointed at the coke and said, “All of them joined together and killed my aunt.” I’m sorry.

The cops wrinkled, “But they said your aunt became a monster? I’m sorry.

“No, I shook my head, “They’re monsters. I’m sorry.

This case, because of its extremely poor nature and its eccentric nature, ended up in the archives. After so many years, I was awakened in the middle of the night.

I’ve never blamed my aunt for my life’s nightmare. Because I knew that the moment she was wearing the chain, she was in pain.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.