Why can’t a trafficked woman escape?

I’ve met human traffickers on the market before.

I was carrying a thick piece of paper, and I was putting a message on the light, trying to find my sister who was missing for two years.

Perhaps it is because the weather is too hot and thin, or it’s a place like the market for vegetables that won’t meet the bad, or maybe the people in front of it don’t look so bad.

Anyway, I couldn’t keep an eye on him. I thought he was the wrong person.

“I’m sorry, I’m not cloudy. You’re mistaken. I’ve got something to do. Excuse me. I’m sorry.

I don’t know what’s going on today, but it’s still early in the morning, and I’m getting hot on my cheeks and sweating. I have no intention of obstinately obstinately holding this man up, but I have to pull out my hand and frown and leave.

The bag was sorely suffocated with my arm, I made so much money, my left hand was not holding on to the side. The sharp edge of the paper opened the tiger’s mouth, and I shrunk my hand unconsciously, without warning, and was held against my wrist.

“Don’t get mad, Cloudy. Come home with me. I’m sorry.

The man who grabbed me by the wrist was very strong, and the tiger’s mouth was sorely aching, burning and burning that I panicked, and an anonymous fire slammed my throat.

“I said you were wrong!” Let go of me!”

It’s too hot and my voice is too sticky, but it doesn’t sound too bright, and it’s in the noise of salivating and arguing.

And it was at this moment when I looked up and looked up, and behold, there were two men not far behind him. I thought I was from the way. I couldn’t help but notice that there was no surveillance around here.

“Let me go first and we’ll say it.” I’m shaking in my heart and my voice calms as much as I can. “You’re so hot that my hands hurt. I’m sorry.

Not only did the man not release his hand, but the men behind him approached me without trace and stopped me from the road.

Help! They’re traffickers!”

I was whispering in a second, and the next second I was screaming, and the people in the group were waking, and they started to pull me. My wrist was soared, my cell phone was pulled to the ground, picked up by another member of the gang, my arm was ripped apart, my body was in hiding and my feet were squeezed to the ground.

We didn’t have much movement before because we were near the market, and nobody noticed it. But that’s what I’m talking about. A couple of people saw it, and the crowd quickly surrounded us.

“What’s up, little girl?”

Don’t worry about it. I’m sorry.

“It’s true that there was not a couple of days ago who said that he had a fight and that Zhang had no business making people report a false alarm. I’m sorry.

“They’re traffickers! Call the police, please.

I was anxious to cry, but the words I promised were loud and clear, the crowd was loud and several people hesitated with their cell phones.

The crowd came around, and the traffickers were afraid to move, so they reduced my pull to the side of the road. I’ll stand firm and kick straight to the man.

I was trying to get out of the crowd with a man who looked thin and had his hands like iron clamps. He tripped my leg to my side, and the man who claimed to be my husband took the opportunity to recapitulate my wrist, with his fierce eyes.

“Don’t look at it! We’ll have our own family business and sue you! “There’s a woman in the gang who yelled at several people and dropped her cell phone, and said, “You lost your sister and don’t blame my brother, why did you hit my brother?”

I’m in a tremor and I’m not even struggling.

How did she know my name!

No, they can’t take their noses.

“I don’t… if I’m his wife, they’ll hold me so hard and pull me in the car! I’m sorry.

“Yeah, why are you dragging her?” Someone finally made a noise, but he said something that he seemed hesitating about whether or not to deal with it.

“Let her go, even a family can’t be so mean, it’s all bad.” I’m sorry.

Young men looked at me in the voices of others and looked at the man who grabbed me, and then let go.

“What do you know? She’s sick! If you don’t pull her, she’s going crazy! “How many steps do you take when you’re in the middle of a crowd of spicy women?” The last time you broke a man’s nose, then blew a man’s head out of your head, my brother paid for the house and the house, and now what do you want to do? I’m sorry.

As soon as I heard, the crowd was quiet, and several people didn’t come back, afraid to watch me get hurt.

“Don’t go. Why don’t you leave me alone? She’s– “Spicy woman pointing at me, sick! If it wasn’t for my brother, I’d let her go. I’m sorry.

The search for people, the disappearance of your sister, the beating of a madman, and the “psychiatry.” The crime, the story, was justified, all my struggles were ludicrously tarnished and my eyes changed.

I was in a state of tremors, and I found nothing to dispute. Say I’m not insane, or have I never hit anyone? It’s a trap that can’t be self-proved, the truth is unheeded, and no one here has that patience.

“Honey, stop it. Go home. “The man who grabbed me was ashamed of himself, and he said, “Let me go to the side of the road.”

There was no one to stop in the middle of the crowd. I can only be moved with fear and despair.

“Please believe me, she’s lying. She has no proof! Brother Blue! Please call the police! I looked at a man who seemed suspicious and asked him for help, “I don’t know them, they’re traffickers!” I’m sorry.

But I didn’t think that when I opened my mouth, I put down my phone and walked back.

“If you don’t want to, can you call the police and let them do it? Don’t you have daughters and sisters? * I’m squealing and staring at a left-looking right-looking face, and there’s nothing I can do about it. *

“I was never married! They are all traffickers.”

“Hey, that guy, you said you were husband and wife. I’ll ask you one more time. I’m sorry.

“We had a marriage certificate, we went to the Civil Administration, we took a photo,” and the man turned his head and looked at the old lady, and said, “but he didn’t have it in his hand. I’m sorry.

“Who will believe…”

“This is a lie. Maybe it’s a human trafficking.”

“I can’t believe it, but if I’m late for my life, let’s call the police! I’m sorry.

“Let her go first!”

There will be no life, and I will not say anything against it, and I will not be able to shake.

The man who claims to be my husband still won’t let go of me, but for only a few seconds, he and the young man next to the spicy woman suddenly spoke:

“Friend circle!” When you got married, didn’t you have a circle of friends? I’m sorry.

I couldn’t believe that I looked at the marriage certificate in the picture with my name clearly on it.

The crowd spread out in despair, and I didn’t know how to save myself, and no one around would believe me.

“It’s true that two people are the same…”

“I said, “Whoever wears a wedding certificate, it’s because of a photo, or we’re not in the business again. I’m sorry.

“This woman is really insane. Why don’t you remember she’s married? I’m sorry.

“A short video? What a waste of time. I’m sorry.

I bit my teeth tight and forced myself to calm down.

There are still a few people standing next to us. There were also a few who went back to the food stand and almost kept looking at it.

But it can no longer be delayed, and I know that when it comes to working hours and school hours, when there are vendors, where young people are almost always in a hurry to leave, and when older people come home and send their children, it’s over.

What must I do to stay here? They must not be taken away.

I can’t get rid of them as long as I can because they’re crowded and I can’t get rid of them. The best way to do that would be to hold them back while people call the police and we wait for the police.

The body was drawn to the side of the road, and I did not struggle as hard as I had before, looking at the four who remained in their places of despair.

“Wait a minute, young man,” a mother probably stopped us by my conscience.

The man who grabbed me turned his head unsuspectingly, and suddenly I struck him in the face of a search for someone whose hands were so tight, that the piece of paper stomped into his eyes, and I stomped into his legs, and I worked hard on his wrists!

No one expected this. I pushed hot women so hard, I ran back.

They’re gonna grab the back of the car I got on, and there’s a SUV.

I couldn’t help but scratch out the scissors in my bag and hit SUV’s front wind!

Scissors are blunt scissors. They can’t hurt anyone, but they can break through the wind. When I was torn apart by a gang of traffickers, I just went around the main driver and broke half of the left eyeglass.

“How much do you want from my brother the last time I hit him? * Smiling a spicy woman slaps me in the face, my head turns to the side and my ears are covered up. *

Don’t hit your sister-in-law! “The clouds…”

I didn’t really hear them. I just knew that I could stay here for a while.

The owner ran from across the street shouting out loud, but I saw hope and prayed in his heart for him to get up and better call the police.

“You’re sick! Why did you hit my car? I’m sorry.

“I’m sorry, my sister-in-law is not well, I’ll pay you back. “Young men are in a bit of a panic and hurry up and calm the owner.

“The windshield and left eyeglasses are broken. You think you can pay for it? I’ll call the police right now. I’ll put you in jail! I’m sorry.

The owner of the car and the young man were still quarrelling, and a few people who watched the crowd saw new developments and turned back, and a boy who looked like a college student came running over and asked about the situation with the surroundings and dialed in anger.

“Of course it’s the police! Why didn’t you call the police? Even if there’s a chance they’re traffickers, they can’t just leave! I’m sorry.

Someone finally called the police!

The boy was moving quickly, the owner was screaming, and he had already turned on the speaker and made clear the situation and the address on the other side.

I finally saw a light.

A few of the people on the side saw me smash my car, started to suspect the traffickers, heard the university students call the police, and left without heart.

The vendors had left early, and the people who bought the food were just as scattered as the people who watched it. Although I heard the police say it was 15 minutes ago, I was anxious to see the market empty, and I suffered every minute.

“Please stay here until the police arrive. * I’m begging, I’m afraid they’ll call the police. *

The man who claimed to be his husband refused to let me go, and he and the spicy woman used my mental illness to control me. The university student tried to drag me forward, and they stopped me, and they humiliated him and me on the pretext of “involved” and “wanted to fuck.”

Don’t be afraid, Aunty is here with you, and I’ll call you back! Old man, here you go. Go back to Beibei. I’ll have to see if I’m not going with him. I’m sorry.

The owner of the car, the university student and the mother called the police, and even the real family did not dare to drag me into the car before the police came, and I was finally reassured by the fact that I was kept under the control of a trafficker and that my body and face were in terrible pain.

“Come, girl, listen. Mom came to me with her cell phone, “Why are you staring at me? I’m an old lady. Can’t take her away in front of you? I’m sorry.

Two of the men who controlled me lost their word, staring at me looking down near the hearing.

My mom had a cell phone in her hand, held another arm around me, and the phone was too busy.

I suddenly felt wrong, but I couldn’t wait to shout, and I had a sting. I kept my mouth open, but I couldn’t speak, and I struggled so hard, but my body fell back in his arms to the man who claimed to be his husband.

“You little girl is playing with me! “My mother’s voice is so bright that I can hear you all the way down the street.” I’m sorry.

The man, dressed as a soft and steady husband, took me to the side of the car, and the mother stood up one step at a time and stood in front of me, blocking everyone from looking at me.

I couldn’t move but let them move me in the way they looked like I was walking on my own, with hate and regret, staring at my mother with bitterness, and covering their eyes.

“Does it bother me? Why didn’t you bother me when you told me to call the police? “Now I’m gonna get in the car with your man and think about what you’re doing to us!” I’m sorry.

I was placed in the car seat, and the men of the human trafficking gang quickly returned to their seats, with the gas and car doors ringing simultaneously.

I’m afraid I’ve been scolded a few times from afar, probably because I’ve been lying to people about the delay, and the same thing that happened the other day, “Saying that the traffickers, arguing, calling the police, were two people” , was all over me. No one saw me moving, I couldn’t even move, I couldn’t see it, but I just watched the door close.

The heat wave was isolated, the cold gas devoured my heart, and in the last radiance I left only one tear in despair.

It should be soon, and I’ll be like a tear on the ground, drying away silently.

When I woke up, I didn’t know when I was torn up and my head was in the window, like I fell asleep during the journey.

With regret, I can’t regret why I went to the market today and hope that nothing will happen if I wake up. All I have to do is hide in it, and it hurts.

Although there was no surveillance, the university student and the owner of the wrecked car did call the police. Ten million, somebody needs to find me. It doesn’t matter if I live later!

I opened my eyes and noticed some changes in the vehicle.

I’ve got a woman who’s also tied up, and she’s got her head on the back of the main driver’s chair and she’s got half a white chin.

“Wake up? I’m sorry.

I’ve had a little twitching, but I know I can’t do it anymore. I can’t help but look my head up and my throat hurts.

Surprised to see me? “The man was spying on my head from the co-pilot and deliberately imitating my screams.

It’s the college boy! The college student who called the police!

He called the police and said no, and I even heard it with fear. Unless, it’s all fake. It’s not a cop!

It’s as painful as a throat knife, and I’m thinking slowly as if I’ve finally figured everything out.

The university students and their aunts were their men, and the university students were there for the purpose of “calling the police” and making no mention of it so that everyone knew he had called the police. In such a situation, no one will repeat the police, no one will be able to leave, no one will be allowed to leave, no one will be able to leave, no one will be allowed to leave, no one will be allowed to believe that the police are good people.

I think she’s just trying to get away with a girl like me. In times of crisis, it is easier to believe that older persons of the same sex are the easiest to believe, when she beats the crowd, deceives the crowds and lets them leave when working hours are over, and deceives me, who is afraid of collapse, and then, as the last straw, cuts me unconscious with a needle.

It’s not just me who just dragged him away, but the traffickers are waiting for work time!

I finally understood, but it was too late to hope that someone had seen the car’s license plate number on the scene, or that it had just happened.

“Moon Clouds, huh? I’m Shawy. You can call me Vig. And guess what, “The college boy smiles with a blue birthmark on his face and the mole on his face. I’m sorry.

I had a bad feeling.

“Can’t guess? I’ll show you.

Shovey picked up something and slowly spread in front of me.

A sticker of the size of the licence plate, which is not missing from both the bump and the light.

The string of reason was cracking, and I opened my mouth and made no sound.

“What’s wrong, unhappy? “Don’t like this card? It’s okay. We’ll get some sleep. We’ll get a new car. I’m sorry.

Knowing that he was not joking, I was desperately turning my head over and letting the sun burn through the window.

It’s as if … I know it’s not far from here, but the market is supposed to be two stops away. Why do they turn around the city instead of going straight to their destination?

The white woman moved.

“Yo, your little buddy woke up. I’m sorry.

Nor can women make any more noise, but they raise their heads. But looking at her, I don’t think I’ve seen Shawy.

Isn’t that how she was tied up?

Does that mean the Shoveys kidnapped two men early in the morning? But they do it so often, they’re not afraid to be found? If that’s the case, it’s impossible. Someone called the police!

Thinking of it, I can’t control it. What if someone’s afraid of reprisals and has gone to the police?

“I just saw a man sneaking up on the police. “You let me go, the police are coming, I say it’s a misunderstanding, never report it.” I’m sorry.

“You’re the first one to ask me what I want, to give me a lot of money, to make me a cow. That means you know exactly what I want. “Doesn’t know if you’re smart or stupid, and you’re telling me to quit?” I’m sorry.

“You’ve tied two together, even if you’re playing. So what, make sure no one calls the police? I’m sorry.

As soon as witnesses report to the police, the police will be able to capture them, even if it takes a long time, as soon as they know their looks.

Shovey couldn’t, he didn’t answer my question.

“Do you know about monsoons? I, the first college student in our village. I’m sorry.

I have endured fear, and it is not clear to me why he should say these things, whether they are flaunted or whether they are suddenly remembered by the devil.

“On the day I got into college, the village had a firecracker all morning, and they all wanted me to go out and do a big job, and we all went out. I’m sorry.

In the eyes of my doubt, Shawy smiled deeply.

“You know why I told you this? I’m sorry.

Shovey leaned back to the back of the chair, and the sound passed from the co-pilot to the rear, blocking me almost asphyxiating.

“I’m telling you, I’m also a college student, and I knew what you’d seen, and I wanted to know what was in your head. So don’t try to fool around with me, today or later. I’m sorry.

Shut up, Shawy, and suddenly lift his hand and take off the mole!

And I watched him unbelievably, and saw him twisting back to his face, and the birthmark was wiped off, and something was removed from his nose.

Shawy used to disguise the work with the high nose and pointed his finger. I followed his hand with my eyes and eyes in the mirror.

The man who’s driving is the man who claims to be my husband. He just grabbed a scar on my back, and now he’s got that hand on the wheel.

Suddenly, the driver looked up and I was shocked and consciously squeezed into the seat to the back, but I felt a little heat in my ear.

There’s someone in the back!

I woke up so long ago, there was only a voice in front, and there was no breath in the back.

I don’t know what people in the back saw or how much they saw.

“Fun, guess who I am? And you, “It’s that hot woman whose finger pokes at me, and she’s like, “It’s not over, it’s got to be. I’m sorry.

My heart beats like a thunder, but I don’t know what kind of spleen these people are, but they pretend to have a stiff neck and turn their heads slowly and try to make themselves faceless.

But the moment I turned around, I didn’t look the same, and the women were screaming.

This hot woman is a man!

He just sounds like a woman and now removes the gender-funny from his body and clearly sees a man. The mask that faded away, he was actually a dangerous, thin man.

It turns out that from the very beginning I and the people saw what they wanted us to see, that the words were the easiest to ignore the victims, that the crowds were of different ages, but they were all the main heartbones that could easily inflame emotions, and that even all the unexpected things were planned!

Is that the owner and SUV also…

The woman next to me looked at me slowly, and I saw despair in those eyes.

I didn’t mean to call for help in the window. Because I know that the glass looks clear and transparent, and it’s got to be a reflection film, no matter how far I’m going.

It’s not realistic to please them and try to let them down. As soon as the market was full of farces, it should be clear to the traffickers that I have tried all my means to seek help and to live with a strong desire to survive, so they are now showing up to their will or to give in, and they will not believe, and may even be more vigilant.

Besides, that Shawy is really smart, and I’m afraid I’m not gonna fool him.

So nothing can be done now, but to wait and see what happens, and to get a last chance to save yourself.

But because of the drug, neither I nor the women around me have been able to keep up their energy for a long time, and in a few moments they start to get lost, their bodies soft and fall asleep.

When he was kicked out, the car stopped by a gas station.

I’m familiar with this gas station. Yama, he says the gas station is run by a very rich little boss and he’s a good friend.

I pretended to be a wanker, to stand up and run wild.

Does that mean that if you can find a way to reach the owner of the gas station, you can mention the driver and call for help? A person who knows is more credible and more likely to succeed, and I press ecstasy and think of the most condensed message of help.

“Brother, let’s go ahead and have a smoke. “Shawvy took out a pack of cigarettes and three took half a day to find a lighter from the driver’s pocket.

After smoking, the car drove back to the gas station, where the masked driver and Shawvi went to the toilet. By the time the two men came back, the skinny man had become a hot woman and had just untied the woman next to me.

He pulled the woman around me, and the lighter came out of his pants and fell into a seat gap.

The woman was helpless and was driven out of the car half in his arms. She was surrounded by a long silk scarf, and her hands were tightly tied. The two men went straight to the toilet like a couple, where Shawy just opened the side door.

“Yo, so good in the car? Why don’t you run out and call the police before they leave? I’m sorry.

The driver went to the back seat, untied my feet, with the eccentricity. I moved my lips, but I didn’t say anything.

Of course I can only stay in the car. It’s hard to tie your hands and feet. It’s impossible to get out. And being drugged, I can’t make a sound right now, even if it’s intermittent and silent.

I kept my mouth shut and let him do it, and the detaching of the rope went very well, and the driver suddenly stopped wearing a scarf.

“What’s in the fist? “Hands open! I’m sorry.

I hold my breath, I fear he hears my heart beating, and I slowly open my hand.

There’s nothing there.

The driver looked at me, I was stuck, I couldn’t move.

“Nothing holds a fist,” he laughs so hard, “What, hate us?” I’m sorry.

I still haven’t answered, and I look like I’ve been struck by what they just said, and I’ve been pushed into the toilet.

I was walking into the last compartment with cowardice, and the driver was looking at the phone, and I didn’t care which one I was in, and I was just rushing.

It is true that the last partition of the toilet at the gas station was not a tile wall but a half window.

The moment I closed the toilet door, I was shivering, and I didn’t dare to slow down. I gnawed on my teeth and forced myself to stop shaking. I felt the lighter and stuffed it into my clothes.

I saw the owner of the gas station and two employees on the way here, right near this window. If I jumped out of the window now, I should be able to call for help before I was found. But if it’s for an employee, he’s probably going to ask the boss, and I can’t risk it. So I should jump out and ask the boss for help.

It’s making noises, and I have a dark hand and open a window.

But the window seems to have a problem, and there’s a lot of resistance between the window window and the window frame, and it’s going to make a noise if it’s to the point where I can get out.

I squeezed the window, tried to lift it and then pull it, or I pushed it back and then pulled it, and it didn’t get out.

“Not yet”?

The sound of a sudden noise scared me, and I squeezed a “um” out of my throat, and I choked into a cough like that, with a hard hand, pulled the window open!

The driver was already a little impatient, and he kept his voice down and warned me to hurry, and I was supposed to sound, and I grabbed the window frame and climbed it.

Listen to the noise in the toilet. I snuck out and saw the back of the boss and two employees. Fortunately, the boss is closer to me, and I’m sure I’ll be able to tell them before they find out. If you’re lucky, call the police.

The moment I was going to jump out of the window with the window frame, I suddenly fell inside. I couldn’t think in time, I squeezed the window frame, and I went back to the toilet, and the lightest of my power flew to close the window!

At almost the same time, the position on my head, the one above which the spacing panel intersected with the toilet door, came in with a mobile camera!

“Huh. I’m sorry.

When the mobile camera had shrunk back, the driver outside the door made a little noise, and I couldn’t tell his emotions.

On the way back, the driver remained silent, pulled the door, put his body in front of me and stomped me in the seat.

“The bitch ran away. I’m sorry.

It’s like a thunder in my ear. I was struck by my conscious desire to rise, but my mind was in control of itself, and I looked down and didn’t hear it.

The door was closed, and my tight nerves were finally relaxed.

Shaw and the drivers went after that woman, but I can guess what happened to her now without them coming back.

She couldn’t get out.

When I was in the window frame, I suddenly figured out one thing, so I quickly got back to it.

The three members of their group pretended, perhaps re-posted fake plates at a time when I was confused, and, together with the fact that the road was about to leave the city, that there were virtually no cameras or anything around them, did not seem to require their vigilance.

But the gas station has surveillance.

Even if they plan to keep their faces clean, they show their intimacy on the way to the toilet, and everything drops, but they still leave a mark on the monitor.

Once there are traces, silent kidnappings are also likely to be successful. They shouldn’t care so much, and that Shawy is so smart.

Toilet could have gone further, out of town to find a place where no one else could, or we could have put up with it until our destination.

Unless… the station’s surveillance doesn’t work, or the people in the station are theirs!

But I still don’t know why they did it. Test me and that woman? Let’s see if we can get out of the bathroom. What’s in it for them?

The door was pulled so hard, I was scared.

The woman was already unconscious and fell like a sack, and the blood was all over my face.

“Let’s just die.” I’m sorry.

“No, it’s a good-looking one. The mayor said he wanted it.”

The two men closed the door to the front, and the dry and thin man climbed to the back and opened the window, whispering too much blood.

My back is cold and sweaty, but I’m a little relaxed.

They haven’t found the lighter.

I took the risk of hiding a lighter because it was unique in nature and should be able to protect myself if necessary. The second is because they have one lighter for the three of them, and if they’re gone, they’ll buy one again.

And out of this way, there is only one simple grocery store ahead, which is where I plan to flee.

But I’ve always been afraid they’d suspect me when they found out the lighter was missing, and more afraid they’d search. I’m afraid things won’t work out.

Fortunately, they had just gone out to chase people, and even if the lighter could not be found, it should be considered as having been lost on the road. And now they won’t touch us on their way to the front row, and we’re all waiting for the village chief’s house to be “opened”.

It’s true that the driver’s addiction is repeated in a few minutes. They’re not in the car either, considering the smoky smell of thin men. The driver stunned the steering wheel and shouted at the city to find a place to smoke.

Shawy’s hand reached out in the pocket, and suddenly I was sweating my head up and my voice.

“Can I go to the bathroom again? My stomach hurts…”

I haven’t said it all yet, and the skinny guy slaps me in the back of his head.

“Hold on! Think of yourself as a golden thing. I’m sorry.

Shawy ignored me. He found the lighter missing.

When the three men shouted at them because they lost their lighter at the gas station, the old grocery store just appeared in front of the wind, and I leaned against the window so painfully that I could not speak.

When I was pulled off by a skinny man, my hands and feet softened and I leaned straight into his arms.

The driver went straight into the grocery store to buy a lighter, the skinny man dragged me to the next public toilet, and the two eyes hated me.

I went into the public toilet, and I quickly moved the bricks behind a pit and drilled out the back.

The bus passed through the gas station, and I came to the public toilet with my friend, unexpectedly knowing there was a back door. It’s not covert, but it’s at least a little while before I know where I’m going.

Outside the wall is an empty space unattended, and weeds have grown crazy to the height of most people. I did not just squeal into the lawn and run back, but went around the wall on the side of the public toilet, with the cat on his waist, and instead ran in the direction of the trafficking car.

Ten metres ahead are trees of rare pulls, in the middle of which are closed wooden kiosks with one person only. These kiosks, which do not know what they are used for, are not at regular distance from each other, but are clearly abandoned long ago, in the sun and rain for some time, and are now covered in wood, and many parts of the pavilion are molded. And most of the weeds were so thick that I hid behind one of the wooden kiosks with my hands, that they would not shake.

Almost as soon as it was hidden, there were angry screams in the direction of the public toilet. And my heart was firm, and I counted the time, and then picked up a few bricks on the ground and threw them hard at the grass behind the toilet.

The public toilet is a desolate area to be driven by human traffickers, and it can be followed by a necessary road back to the city and to the luxurious zone. My guess is that a man’s first reaction is certainly the way to the public toilet, and he should be conscious that if I had the chance to flee, I would run straight to the luxuries and seek help as much as possible.

Soon the hole in the back of the public toilet was broken, and the man turned back to the public toilet, because I had stoned it, and there was no wind, but the man did not know that he was scolding and then he ran towards the moribund grass.

The lighter in my hand, staring at the skinny man who’s running away, he’s not running much, but he’s suddenly coming back and coming in my direction!

I watched him get closer and closer, and I couldn’t get out of the atmosphere, and I couldn’t move.

This distance, if you move a little, the moving grass will sell me right away.

The skinny man stopped at the little wood stand next to me. He’s breathing, he’s sipping, he’s tearing the kiosk open!

A wooden door is squeaked, and every time a man pulls a door, his strength and aerobics are doubled, and a broken door is even pulled down.

After pulling a couple of doors in front of me, it seemed like he was thinking something.

A few more doors and he’ll find me. I will be left at his mercy to be kidnapped and trafficked.

I was staring at him from the cracks of wood, with my hands down near the straw, and my thumb just slipped on the lighter button.

Every step of a man’s approach is like a life-trigger, with a growing number of people being seen in the cracks and, at first, the contours of his legs, and now I can only see a little wrinkle in his jeans, and he’s getting closer. There’s a Venus in front of me, and I’m hiding behind my head, and I’m listening to the sound of “push”!

“Yo, the wood is strong, the man’s voice is closer.” I’m sorry.

My face was full of tears and I had to press the lighter button and suddenly my cell phone was ringing.

“Damn, who,” a little bit further, with the tweezing of fabric, “what is that?” The mayor hurryed? Shit, I haven’t caught that bitch yet. Wait! I’m sorry.

I pray in my heart, ask them to be more determined, and I’ll be able to escape!

“What’s going on?

“All right, you guys have to go back, so if this bitch really goes back to the police, we’ll eat some guacamole together! I’m sorry.

Boom, wood crumbs all over my face. The sutures are far apart and the footsteps are raging, but they are small.

He’s gone!

I didn’t dare to come out right away and stay put.

I didn’t think I’d actually see that car wailing from my way away. And the trees of the grass surrounded me, and cut me off from them, almost a moment, and the car was left with only a little left.

I escaped!

The sense of dizziness is still there, and it’s all there is. I look down and I look at the ground, and I see a big weed that’s broken, and my pants are covered with green juice, and my shoes are dirty in wet mud and little chute, and the real ground gives me a great sense of truth.

I know it’s not completely safe now, and maybe when the traffickers’ car will come back. I cannot continue to delay, and we should hurry back to the luxurious areas and find the latest police station to call the police. But the road cannot be taken, and the goal is too obvious, and it should continue in the grass.

I sat directly on the ground and carried my feet off the water-sliding mud. I rubbed my legs and I wanted to get through this soothing feeling as soon as I could, and I looked at the water, and I was thinking about the next plan.

Why is the water still shaking? It’s like there’s a little water coming in here behind you.

It was like a moment of silence, and I was cold, so I felt a very light breath behind me.

I couldn’t wait to think, my body moved ahead, I jumped forward, and I climbed and ran.

I was too scared to stop for a minute and run in a panic and even head back.

I saw two men standing in the way, and one of them was a skinny man!

Isn’t he already gone with the car?

Two men came round at me, and there were men chasing me, and I was so close to the grass, and I was so short, I pressed the lighter button. But nothing happened. The lighter didn’t react.

It didn’t fire!

The men who were not far from me laughed, and my heart cooled and still refused to give up the last chance to escape.

But it’s all in vain, and I didn’t make it even if I ran to the side and tried so hard to avoid the first two men.

The moment I was caught again, I suddenly figured out what had been wrong.

Whether it is a gas station or a waste road, the traffickers have no need to guard the door at all. Such people could not be polite, because the difference between men and women was parked outside. Instead, in order to save strength and comfort, they should actually keep us in sight for a moment. So this is the same test as last time!

“I told you she’d hide behind the kiosk. Pay up, Van. I’m sorry.

I heard voices, I turned my head, I saw people behind me.

It’s Shawey.

“But he’s a smart man, and he’s all here. It’s too bad, it’s almost there. If I hadn’t just stood behind you, you’d have escaped. I’m sorry.

Seeing me looking at him, Shawey’s face is sad and sad, and his tone is fake and his eyes are full of fun and joy.

“That’s a funny sister. We wouldn’t have had time to play with you if we hadn’t been waiting.

“Come on, that was exciting, right? It’s over. It’s time to learn. I’m sorry.

Once again, I was held hostage to the pain and suffering of my first abduction, but I was filled with horror and regret and tears. I swallowed all my hatred and hatred, and I showed myself in fear, forcing myself to show weakness, trying to convince them that I had been frustrated and would never flee again.

But Shawy’s not a skinny man. He’s not that bad. And perhaps, even if I really regret it, he will never give up the thought of running away again, and he will not spare me that I have failed to escape.

They shut me up and pulled me back into the woods.

“Don’t be afraid, you’ve done something wrong, you’ve got to learn a little. Come to the monsoon, relax…”

I only knew what “long lesson” was in Shawy’s mouth when he lashes me in the leg. But with a few whips, I’m going to faint. The willows will burn my nerves like iron, and when they rise, the flesh will be torn apart.

I think I heard them laugh when they were confused.

“Poor ha. I’m sorry.

“It’s clever to know that you’ve kept your hands on it, and that few people have known for years to hide a lighter and get us out of the car and buy another one. It wouldn’t be good if Vee let us drop the lighter and try her. I’m sorry.

“Oh, the little girl is smart, she’s smart, she’s not smart, she’s smart, she’s stupid. I’m sorry.

“Ha ha ha ha ha…”

“Beware, tell the village chief. If it hadn’t been for Shawy to compare things with us all these years, she could’ve run away. I’m sorry.

Half-dizzy, cell phone rings, punishment finally stops. Every inch of me is burning, and my breath smells like blood, and I’m so strong that I don’t faint.

When I was dragged to the side of the road, I knew what Shawy was talking about.

They seem to have changed another car.

“You’ve tried it yourself. You have a chance to escape. You can’t escape. “So save your energy and don’t try to fool me.

“Just now, I used your phone to send messages to your parents and friends’ teachers. I’ll help you get back to them for the next week or two, even the next year.

“But now you’re looking forward to your boyfriend coming to save you, aren’t you? Oh, yeah, maybe it’s “fiancé” — don’t worry, I just sent him a text, and I found you a selfie that wasn’t in the photo album. I’m sorry.

And that was the last straw, and I looked at the phone on the screen as if I was sarcasm, and the picture that was in the photo album that was there before, and I finally got to the bottom of it.

The neck is a little stingy and I don’t want to stare at it, but I’m still a little bit distracted.

I was woken up by a man’s exhilarating chat.

My eyelids are heavy, my voice is heard, my consciousness is awakening, so I know I’m not having nightmares.

The noise continues, as if it was a video call: “Just this one with the eyes open! Nobody fights with me! It’s fucking beautiful!”

I closed my eyes slowly, my throat burned so badly, it was obvious. It’s just like a hard-on.

“Dad, give this to Uncle San. I want that one next to me! I’m sorry.

Is there another victim in this car?

The noise was suddenly cut off and I turned my head and saw two girls.

The two girls had their eyes closed, their cheeks pale, and they had their fingertips in them, and they had an abnormal death toll on them.

That is to say, they took a car carrying the white woman who tried to escape at the gas station, and perhaps a few more victims on the way.

And I was moved, together with these two dead girls, to look at them as if they were not abducted today, more like hungry for days and being imprisoned before they started moving to their destination.

It means that we are less likely to be found and less likely to be rescued.

This Shawy is very cautious and very cunning.

“What are you looking at, girl? You want to go a few days later? I’m sorry.

I was shaking and looking in the rear-view mirror.

SUV driver! They’re all in this together!

People with severe physical and mental pain, whose faces are frozen, are even stunned. The driver didn’t see anything creepy in my face, he couldn’t find the fun that he wanted, he was upset and he was humming.

I looked in the rear-view mirror half-wielding and cried with my eyes full of tears.

“It’s over, it’s all over,” and I whispered to the extent that I could hear it in the front row, “Why why?”

It’s supposed to reassure them.

I do not dare to be weak, nor dare to speak with one mouth: “Please release me.” Even though they knew that they would not release me, after having suffered many blows and failed to escape, even when they felt that I was smart and strong, I suddenly acted like a godless man, scared, and it seemed unrealistic.

I’m afraid Shawy suspects me.

Smells like Shawy just glanced at me. I can’t tell whether I’m suspicious or not.

I woke up in the back of the road, and a few of the traffickers said nothing, and I kept quiet until then, and the whole person looked like he was dead.

I am well aware that I will not be able to escape in a short time, and what is now to be done is to show proper weakness and patience and to let them, as far as possible, believe that I have been struck, thus relaxing my vigilance and preparedness.

I can’t live without it.

I can’t believe I can’t get out.

But no matter how strong the heart, how fearless the courage, when faced with a real desperate situation. Besides, I’m just a man. So even if I convinced myself over and over and over again to accept it and to be as submissive as possible, it was true that the moment of destination had arrived, I was still afraid of coldness and tremors.

The destination is an ordinary village, not small. When the car entered the village, I thought it would all be men, but strangely, there were women on the road on both sides of the car, not sporadically, but almost a few metres to see one.

The eyes of our despair and fear are stopped by the mirror, but I see clearly the indifferent looks of those women, who do not even look in the car.

It is not a deliberate evasion of men and car drivers on the street, but a kind of indifference that matters.

Is it domesticated? Have you forgotten that you’ve been trafficked, that you’ve lived here with your life, and that there has been no emotional volatility in seeing a woman who has just been kidnapped? Will I be like this someday?

A few and a half of the children came together, followed by the car, with their dirty faces tied to their windows, saliva on the glass and mud-marked in front of them, and I closed my eyes in despair.

I was taken to the village chief’s house with two girls in the car. There are women in that car and other girls I’ve never seen.

Everyone has a great hatred in their eyes, but there is nothing they can do.

We were kept by the village chief’s bed for days.

We haven’t even closed our eyes in the last few days, and we don’t know when we’ll be forced into bed and asked to serve the village chief and his son.

The village chief is a 50-year-old, dirty old man because he’s old and he likes to torture women. His son, in his early 30s, was as strong as a cow, and he saw the fragrance as an animal.

It’s my turn, the village chief is so excited.

“You’re so handsome. You’re the college student who Shawy said you were dancing at what ceremony? Come on, dance for me!

“Your boyfriend really wants you. I’m sorry.

I was beaten with blood and my pants wet, and my skin was attached to it. They saw it in plain and clear, yet they still tear down hard clothing and carry my skin.

I turned around on the cold ground barefoot, and blood covered the floor.

They made any request, and I complied. Not just me, no woman in the house dares to resist. Because those who resist will get a belt. A strong girl, who did not want to be insulted by the two animals, bit his son in the ear and stepped on her hands.

The windows are dark and bright and bright and dark. There was a blood flower on the sheets, and the women under the bed were dying.

The day the door opened, I couldn’t find hate in the eyes of the others.

We haven’t gotten used to the bright sun, and we’ve been kicked into the village chief’s shed.

Listening to the village chief and the village chief’s son for the last few days, I know this is what we have to wait for, and then the village men will come to the village chief’s house, go in the shed and choose the woman they saw and take home to be a wife.

On these days, although I met, I kept my eye on what the village chief and his son had said and prepared for myself.

I decided to have my brother take me away.

The village is not small and the villagers are scattered and, if followed by others, may live in a remote location. Only with one of his two brothers can I stay in the centre of the village, and there are more possibilities of approaching the village chief’s house, and I may be able to come up with a way to call for help after a long period of time.

From what the village chief and his son said, I could probably judge the character of his two brothers. His name is Rodamin, and he’s an honest man; Sandi Lo Dynasty, the one who started to look like me before he arrived on the video phone, is an animal. So it’s only when you’re with your brother that you’ll get better.

Moreover, for a few days, the village chief and his son were satisfied with me, and I could even see that the village chief seemed a little reluctant to put me in the barn. With this initial confidence, and the demands of my brother, I may be able to do something with my face.

It’s just as I thought, the village chief and his brothers were the first to come in. But if you want to choose me again, you’ll have to come on the basis of the dignity of the children — their village is a particularly conservative superstition, so while I’m nervous and afraid of being forced to take me, I’ll end up taking me.

And the third brother did not turn away, but he looked upon him with a blemish, and looked upon him with a pitiful look, except because of me standing side by side.

“Come on, it’s not like there’s no pussy in your house,” the village chief comes out to play the roundabout, “You wait for your brother-in-law all night, he’ll be happy to get you out of the door.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t care what the village chief did to me, nor did I see the other girls being taken away because they were taken early. I was blindfolded on my way to my dick’s house, and I was thinking about how to make “beautiful.”

In this village, the head of the village is in charge, but in relation to the trafficking process and the handling of the domestication of trafficked women, Shawvi is planning it. This guy, Shawy, he’s got a good mind. I’ve seen him on the road before, and I’ve never had a chance to get out of there. Now that I’m in their territory, I don’t have any advantage or a bottom card. I can fight with one of them, as if there was only one face left.

Since he thinks I’m pretty, I’ll be a good vase. After trying to please him for a while, to make him feel for me, I’m going to use some of the stupid, stupid thoughts of the boss to get them inside.

It’s just that I didn’t think that he was his brother’s honest brother. I went into the house and I didn’t take off the cloth. He beat me up with something.

By the time he’s tired and stopped, I’m already dazzled by the details of what I’m looking at and what I’m continuing to think about in the long run. I can’t do it. I can’t even gather hatred and basic reason. I can’t even think about it as if it were a tampons. Fear and pain are the only things I can sense.

After some time, I was thrown out of bed by Rodamin, and he kicked me in the barn.

And I finally understand the real reason why he brought me back.

He didn’t see me. He was just trying to rob my brother.

He’s a man who’s been acting honest, but he’s actually very jealous. Perhaps because of the growth experience, the fact that he had a younger brother was not valued at home, and the fact that parents were too fond of old age when they were children, the unbalanced life of many years had distorted his heart and made him humbled and violent.

When he grew up, he became the village chief and said in the village. He was supposed to farm on land, but life remained precarious. Old San has nothing to do with his brother and some of his bad minds, better than his family. Even three families have a son.

When he was a child, the injustice he remembered was not enough to grow up, and all the incompetence made him sicker, and he became one-on-one on the robbery of his brother.

But as a result of his growth experience, he was very good at disguises and, in order to satisfy his distorted desires, he used his identity to crush his brother before he robbed.

As he had just known, his brother had fallen in love with me, but when the village chief questioned him, he did not hesitate to ask me. The strangulation of the brother and the constant build-up of anger have become an outcry against me. The next day, I’ve been whipped.

By the time he finally didn’t torture me, it was autumn.

And every day I strangle between the cattle sheds and the pigs’ collars, and eat of what Lotamy threw in his heart, and sleeps in a stench of stench, and every second I hunger and freeze.

I didn’t expect to get out of here one day. I only wanted him to stop hitting me.

Perhaps it was my patience to please him in good manners, or every day in the house, when I gave him my courtesy, he finally gave me a decent set of clothes and allowed me to eat at the table and wash it in the back yard.

I’ve had my wounds cut, I’ve been fighting pigs and cows every day, barely malnourished, taking a look in the mirror after a bath.

He’s obviously pleased, too. He called and asked me to wait inside.

In a window, he can see my movement a little bit. He’s just getting used to my existence and trust, and I’m afraid to move things or even go around. I’m just trying to sit on my bed and look at every corner of the house.

It’s been a while since the phone calls ended.

I was hanging around the corner, looking at the windows in secret, and the door was squeaking and I looked down.

But it’s not Rodeo who’s coming in.

I couldn’t believe what I thought when I was out on the phone.

“Come on, don’t say it’s beautiful, it’s not my second brother’s hide, what’s that? I’m sorry.

My throat is burning, my tears are soaking wet on my face, I’m not talking.

The old man’s face is on the rise and he’s breathing. It’s just that I’ve been spoiling my life for over a month.

Plug in.

Every woman must enjoy.

I have passively accepted those elements and convinced myself to put all feelings and emotional reason in the content of the old three words and in my heart.

The day he chose me, when the chief of the village came out to dissuade him and said that he could “put in the doorlock” when he had enough to play with him. Because the beatings were too quick to go home, I did not take this sentence to heart, and I did not realize that the word that had been heard and forgotten was the tradition of their village.

The woman whose village had been taken was the wife of the woman whom he chose. But there are differences of opinion in the selection of people, and in order to prevent conflict, there is a rule in the village:

If someone sees the wife, they can talk in advance, so that the person can go in while the owner is not here, put the door in place and see it outside the door by the owner and others with an idea, so as to avoid spoiling the good thing. No one knocks on the door or comes in when they see a doorlock.

The man who stuck the doorlock only had to put the agreed money on the doorlock when he left, after smoking it.

Of course, it can also rise at a moment when it is discovered that the owner does not come directly in and plug the door, but in this way the price is set entirely by the owner, at least two to three times the price.

As a result of this practice, every household in the village is accustomed to settling important items, so it does not involve any incidents of scavenging, and “equity” is ensured.

I tried so hard to block all the breath and remember the doorbell of the Roman family. No wonder it’s longer than I’ve seen before in the countryside.

Look at me like a dead body. He grabbed my hair and made me beat him and 2nd brother.

I listened to him slowly, with pain in the flesh and provocatively answered his name.

I can barely breathe. I’m mad at me and I’m still laughing.

I did it on purpose.

It’s nothing to spoil my family. He must’ve let his brother think about it. One day, his mind gets better. Living under his roof, of course I’ll help him.

Moreover, since their villages have such a disgusting tradition, the whole plan I had thought of would not work. In any case, the pain of flesh and skin should be used as an opportunity to stir up old man’s desire for subjugation and use his reaction to show his loyalty to him. For a long time, something will happen and nobody knows.

In all the pain that followed, I put my neck around my neck and kept saying the good things about him.

By the time I finally fell on the door, I would have been hurt.

It doesn’t matter, however, that you’re so concerned about this, you’re not going to walk far like any other housekeeper, he’s probably not gonna show up at first, but he’s gotta be around here watching his house.

So he must have just seen the old man kick out the door. A woman who’s been kidnapped, who doesn’t want to talk to him. Unless there’s a reason he’s not happy, he can’t kill his wife and he’s not happy.

Indeed, when he returned, he was glad, and I returned in good faith to the gap between the pigs’ collar and the cattle shed, and he made me eat at the table with great mercy, and thought to guess what had happened in it.

I was allowed to go to bed when it was dark.

I know this is urgent, so I have been patient enough to persuade myself every day to accept those humiliations and despairs, and then to adjust the pace of attitudinal change a little bit to attract the third and to meet the head of the village, who from time to time has come to the house of Rodamin, unsurely. At the same time, every night, we’re meeting with David.

Winter is over when Rodeo gets used to me and starts trusting me.

I realized that it had been six months. I haven’t been able to step out of my house for six months.

For most of the year, the village chief didn’t come many times. I’m not sure. But I can see that my eyes are getting warmer and that there’s a displeasure between me and him. And Rodeo, he’s been trusting me, and now he’s calling and he won’t kick me out.

I don’t know how long it will take for me to go out and walk like the women I saw when I came here, but I know that even if I did, I wouldn’t dare to run away.

It’s impossible to say how far away it is from the city I was abducted, just to say that I escaped from the village. Even if I had been allowed to go out of the village one day, around 10,000 laps around the village, I would not have been able to leave the village without anyone’s notice. Besides, there’s not enough food and food out there. The most likely consequence of the attempt to escape is that before leaving the village, they were captured by other accomplices in the village and then killed.

It is simply not possible to escape, and the best way to help is to find an opportunity to get to his cell phone and then call the police.

And I watched day after day and day, and finally I waited for an opportunity in a drunken night.

He entered the house like mud, fell head on his bed and snored and snored, and his teeth were sharpened from sleep to sleep.

I took a towel and “take care of” him, repeatedly confirming that he was asleep, and I blinked and cleaned up the stress tears of fear, quietly approaching his bedside cabinet.

There’s his phone.

I can’t even breathe in my atmosphere, moving under my feet, and I’m afraid I’m going to make some noise.

The moment I touched his cell phone, I could barely breathe.

I know the password to the phone, six digits, most of which were unlocked by gesture, and a few of which were unlocked on my back, but my eyes were hidden in the mirror, and I saw all the numbers.

Snoring in my ears, I look at the state of Luo Dynamite and unlock the screen quickly.

I didn’t dare to pick up my phone, just reach out to the bedside cabinet, click on the text APP, and enter the simplest and most precise message I’ve been remembering every day for so long.

I’ve tried my best to get my fingers up on the keyboard, and I’ve been sweating all the time when Korodin’s broken-in phone, and then it’s stuck on 11 of the recipients’ numbers.

In order to prevent the wrong return to work, I had to follow the speed of the cell phone, enter the number by one key, look at the four-digit number. I was waiting to press the number, I was staring at the sending key, and suddenly I heard a scream!

I couldn’t get out of the nightstand, and when he turned around, I just had time to clean up and run the app and shut it down.

I’m sweating, my heart is beating, and I’m looking at his eyes.

Is he drunk or not?

“Da Ming, you’ve had too much to drink, I’ve brought you a glass of water,” and I’ve been pressuring and shaking, and I’ve passed the water on my left hand, and I’ve said, “Sip it or your stomach will be hard.” I’m sorry.

I was scared and I spilled water.

Robert didn’t say anything, he just looked at me.

The silence of death has spread between us, and I neither dared to look at him, nor to bow my head in total cowardice, except in this way. Outside the house, a sad plea became the background.

“I never dare! Please… please…

“I’ll kill you! You think you’re my wife? You look good on your face. You really look at yourself? What are you doing here? I’m sorry.

“Do you dare to provoke us, sister-in-law — I call you that, you’re too much of a dick.” I don’t want nothing to do with this. Where did you find out I’d been hit by you? I’m sorry.

“I was wrong. Leave me alone! I won’t dare–“

As if they were showing me the end of the world, the three men came crying and crying, and were almost crushing my nerves, with their hearts pierced, and their despair waiting to break day and night.

“You know what you’re doing out there? I’m sorry.

And I’m so close and confused.

“The old Gi’s daughter-in-law, who hates him and seduces Big G’s brother while he’s in the door, and wonders if he can beat you to death for her.” He doesn’t care about my fright, and he smiles a little strangely, and says, “They’re all piled up, and they don’t pay hundreds of dollars, thousands of dollars, and who’s really naked for a woman?” How come there are so many people who don’t know what to do? I’m sorry.

“Da Ming, I can take care of myself! I… I’m not like her. I don’t think! * I fell down on my knees * * And I couldn’t stop *

And lo! he was pleased with my response, and he was bent on raising himself up, and I stretched out my hand to help, and he shrunk his hand like an electric shock, and fell down on his knees.

“It has to be Shawy. “Shawie says you’ve got a bad heart, and our brothers don’t believe it — a few girls from outside the country, they don’t know each other.

“I didn’t think I’d dare, that bitch from the first year. One-Eyed Dragon, you know, the one who came to our house, whose eyes he was blinded by his bitch — how hard he was.

“Well, if you don’t laugh, you won’t get out, you’re going to blind someone.

“After that, our brothers trusted Shawy. There’s a man here. Shawy’s right to give us a little sweetness so you can be real. Well, we’re just going to have a little treat for you, some food, some smiling faces.

“As soon as it’s sweet, a lot of people think about beauty. When we’ve had enough of this, let’s just tell her that she’s lying to you and that she’s playing with you. I’m sorry.

It’s Shawy again!

It was his idea again!

“You know why I’m telling you this? “You can’t run.” You can’t go anywhere. I’m telling you, don’t be such a pussy, or you’ll die. I’m sorry.

I cried for forgiveness and for loyalty, and I hated every one of them. For so long, I endure daily, but hope continues to grow. But at the end of the day, I realized that all I ever wanted was to be a joke for the executioner, but I couldn’t help it. All I can do is be glad I wasn’t found.

After talking to him, he walked out of the door with a clutter. When the cold winds burst into the ground, my eyes were red.

It was only at that moment that I felt that I couldn’t get rid of the strange smell of breath or breath, when the door squeaked, and the rest of the life after the robbery was taken apart, and the smell of wine and delirious food covered my nose. And then day after day, they will soak into every bone of mine.

I’m on the ground, a tight finger.

After that day, I took my life. No more running away, no more revenge. The state of frustration is too well-recognised, and of course there is a clear sense of it. He was very happy, so I was allowed to work in a little while.

In this village, they have to go to the mountains to work in addition to the fields. But wherever we come from, the women we’ve been abducted have no freedom of movement, and it’s not even possible to speak in private, because where we work, there’s people who are watching us, the ones I saw the day I came to see, the women who were on the streets and who were domesticated.

In particular, up the mountain, several women will surround us as new arrivals and let us work within the confines of our work, with them watching closely throughout. Don’t say push these tamponed women, even if they want to jump on their own.

And one day I came back from work and stood by the door of the house of Lotoming, and saw a strange man.

A tall man. I can’t see what he looks like, but I just don’t feel right when I see him.

The strangest thing is, he seems like a good guy.

I hid behind the door and saw what he put into a woman. When the sky was blackened, men were like a straight tree, women were careful to be thieves, and the two quickly split.

At first, I thought the man was the woman’s boss, but it was ridiculous to think that there was still “the truth.” Then, while working, the women who were watching us whispered, so I knew that the man was a foreigner, because he was lost and stayed here.

I moved my mind and moved my hand.

He may not be just a foreigner.

These days I’ve expanded my field of activity, and I’ve seen him several times from afar, in a very hidden place, but every time I see a different woman.

Those women have a commonality, and they look like they’re depressed every day, but I can catch a little light in their eyes and try to hide it.

I don’t think it’s the “expatriate man” who cheats on his feelings, and I don’t think that a little handout or an empty promise can shine the eyes of those who have tried countless ways. Several times I saw a man too far away, and I couldn’t see him well, but I remember him well, as a sword.

Could he be…

“Roddam’s house, hurry up, the Seo Song’s hand is gone, you’ll take her place. I’m sorry.

I nodded my head, but I was sorely sweated by the abdominal pain that I rushed to pull the horns of the woman who ordered it.

The woman complained about the trouble, but after a few kicks, I couldn’t really do my job, and she took me to the other side to get rid of it.

I was dying of fainting pain, watching my women walk forward, covering my nose and turning my back.

My abdominal abdominal abdominal abdomen a little, and I’m finally relieved.

And that’s when my back’s horn got ripped off.

I’m a whole soul, but I’m not making a sound. Looking back, there was a man!

I’ve never seen this man before, but he looks like the man I noticed these days.

He finally came to me!

Men hand over a cell phone to me over a silent gesture.

He slipped on the left and right on the screen, the first was a picture, the second was a text, and he talked to me in that way.

As I guess, this man was sneaking in to work undercover, and the first picture was a photo of his papers. The second text tells me not to be afraid. Their actions will be over. He can get us all out of here!

My hands were shaking, my lips were squeezing, and I looked down at the screen.

Because that picture also says that he needs me to do him a favor, and it’s important that if it doesn’t work, we may need some more time.

The picture says that if you can just nod your head, you can’t shake your head, and he’ll get me out.

I didn’t shake my head or nod.

I can be brought here from the place where I work, to address the internal emergency. The woman who was watching me in front of us, though not yet on the phone, is clearly ready to allow us to communicate.

The heart beats, the hammer hits me in the ear, the man’s face burns, and he needs my help.

But I don’t have any moves.

Among them were men who took back their cell phones and called out another photo, which said they would get me out of there, whether I wanted to or not. But I can’t tell anyone about this. When he asked me to look in his eyes, I didn’t respond, and I didn’t say no.

Because I’m too scared.

If I had just come here and met this man, I would have been anxious to help him, and I would have hated the disappearance of this evil village, so I would have been willing to speed up their process here.

But now that life is different, and after a long life that has made me look forward to it, my daily expectations are just a little less beating, and that hatred and reluctance to know when it begins to blur, and even the senses are getting slow.

So when he found me, I suddenly hesitated, even though this time he came into touch with my “accidental” needle, which I created for many days.

Besides, if I help him, will he help me? How can he make sure he gets everyone out of here alone?

If I did what he said, wouldn’t it be a good dream that he saved someone and left me behind?

Or, what if they can’t do what they want, expose him to escape and I have to stay here and be beaten and tortured?

But I was also afraid to reject him directly. What if he refuses and provokes him? I’m sure it’s over.

So that moment I thought the best solution was to escape. I won’t say no, I won’t say no.

I returned to the house of Rodaming, blindfolded by the moon with my eyelids covered in my hair, and the white light of the sky soared in my eyes, and I held my arms around the pigs’ collars, and suddenly shuddered.

I must have made the right choice.

Must be right.

It’s no big deal that I’ll never be rescued if I stay here because I’m in trouble, right?

Because there’s still a chance of failure. What if we don’t get out? What if we don’t?

I can’t afford to gamble.

As long as there’s a million to one, I’ll never bet.

I have repeatedly and myself confirmed the correctness of this decision, and I am absurdly aware of a taste of sweetness.

At least I can go out every day and eat at the table. Instead of being found and having his tongue cut and thrown into the black house, being tied to a post and beaten daily by people in the village, he was not cut to pieces in the wasteland behind his family.

And when the sound of the foot outside the door began to rise, We rolled around and crawled, and looked away for David.

After a few days, it seemed to me that he was more satisfied with me and that he reacted that no one chewed my tongue, that I was a little reassured and that he was still hairy every day.

I don’t know how long it took, but one day, I felt a little panic on my way back to my house. Maybe it’s the bad weather. When I looked back at the street, the woman who was watching me came in the house was not very clear.

When I saw the black-pressed clouds running over me, and the wind was whistling, I started running back and forth, and my heart was burning.

It was hard to get back to my house, but I was stuck and I couldn’t look.

He’s at home.

I’ve been home almost every time since I was out to work, and he’s had enough time to come back.

What does that mean when he comes back today?

My knees were soft, my head was dry and dry, and my head was ringing.

He coughed.

I tried to control myself. I didn’t make myself too loud.

“What are you doing in there, come in. Take you to my brother’s house. I’m sorry.

I don’t know what he’s talking about, but instead of relaxing my nerves, I’ve got a feeling that something bad is going to happen.

I didn’t even react when I saw the familiar figure in the village chief’s yard.

There are many women in the courtyard, and no one dares to look up, and their hairlines are shaking.

The four corners are full of women who are on their sleeves, and they have no emotions and are empty.

And the man who said he was going to save us the other day now has a cigarette in his ear, short on his shoulder, calling him brother-in-law.

In fact, for so many days there have been strange things I didn’t know at all, but I’ve been reluctant to think about them. Because in my subconscious, this is my last hope — if you don’t think about it, believe it, you can see the sun.

But I didn’t see it. The sky is crushed and the faces of the people in front of us are suffocated, with no light.

And the man saw me almost at the same time, and suddenly he became very happy, blowing his whistle at me, and then he became a little bit more nuanced, as if he had stepped on my scalp.

I was unconsciously trying to hide, but my wrist was squeezed by him, and he looked at the door, and the only reason left to pin me down.

The women on the ground must have been looking forward to running.

So I must not shy away.

He found me in private, but I didn’t respond — in their eyes, I should have done it.

“Yo, what about this girl? I’m sorry.

The man came to me and said nothing.

Rodeo-minged my wrist, cold under my wrist and my ears were ringing, and I leaned my head and waited for a final trial.

“She…”

When a man picks my chin with his hand and pulls out his voice, I know that he should wait for me to fall apart and say his true thoughts and then beg them to leave me alone.

“Yo, saw-punch. I’m sorry.

I saw a couple of men turning their backs in the air and knowing that they were winning.

“She didn’t promise to run. I’m sorry.

I’m finally relieved and my senses are coming back a little bit.

He almost broke my wrist a little softer, and he said, “Humming” and he didn’t know whether he was satisfied or not, and he pulled me to the left of the yard.

It appears that the men on the left side of the yard were tested by the women of the family, and the men leaned on the chairs, their women crouched on the floor and were in a much better position than the women on the right – a group of women on the right, and the men, who were also “trapped up” and standing face-to-face.

I’m like a ticket, and the back is in the doorman’s hands, and the only value is to determine where he is.

The cold sweats on my back are still on the tide, and the wind is pouring straight into the back of my heart, and I am in a tremors, and I am in a ridiculous mood.

But the sound of a man’s voice shocked me, and she didn’t say no. Let’s move. I’m sorry.

I’m looking up and I’m looking up at a pair of good-looking eyes.

I don’t remember how I was dumped into those women, nor how many of them I was beaten, but the men who were just a few steps away gathered around the tables, and their women beat us up, and the men came around from time to time to comment.

It seems that when it rains, the whips that fall on the legs are damp, entangled in the taste of food, wine and blood, rusty by the white moonlight, my chin in the mud, my ears rise, and it’s only about to make a difference.

“Do something hard, your man didn’t give you dinner? Or have you stopped eating? I’m sorry.

“What are you doing? Why are you blocking people’s mouth? It’s like you’re singing like you’re singing! I’m sorry.

“Well, isn’t this a pretty college girl who writes, you look at his legs, and he’s got two hands on him, and he’s got a whip in his hand. I’m sorry.

“You two have a good relationship? You wait for her to get up and hit you. I’m sorry.

“Yo, this. It’s the big one. Look at the red pants. I don’t know what happened today. I’m sorry.

“I heard this bitch can dance…”

“No, I’ve been to Omei’s house once, and I’m a good dancer. Pity, pitiful…”

I’m slow to receive those voices. I don’t understand what a pity it is. And the next moment We shall hear a crack, as if it had come from Us.

That’s the sound of a broken leg bone, because almost right after that sound, I got all my senses and I finally lost consciousness.

Everything seems to be back to square one.

I was dragged home by Rodamin, and then I hit him again, and I stayed in the middle of the cattle shed and the pigsty, and my blood-stained clothes were still on my body, and I crawled every day into the crib to eat with a pig’s cow, and I strangled on the floor at night, and I couldn’t shed a tear.

It’s almost exactly the same as when they first came in, and the only thing different is me.

I’m crippled and scared to death.

Every day, I’m so full of shit that I can’t stand to think of anything to escape or call for help, and most of the time I’m strangling around the barn, looking at the legs of the cattle and pigs and looking at myself.

I can walk, but the bones are crooked, and the road should shake, unlike before.

But I haven’t tried, and I haven’t moved since that night.

In the days when my leg was broken, he saw me dying and tortured me very little, and the people who stuck in the doorbell did not come. After a few days, he called a village doctor.

These people do not want to die for nothing of what they have bought, let alone for so long, and may soon be able to fully domesticate the spoils of war, so every family will have to call a village doctor for the battered women.

However, it goes without saying that the situation of other women must be the same as that of me, not the first time, but only until there is no possibility of complete recovery — singing with a loud voice; writing with a broken hand; dancing with a limp.

After the village doctor left, my leg was just a little bit better, but I looked at that weird leg, and I often thought it wasn’t mine, and I wanted to hit it with something.

I feel sober every day with a little weakness, and every day I suffer from why I don’t just go crazy.

Because I don’t understand how I can’t think of an answer to those simple questions that haunt me.

I don’t get it. I’m just an ordinary person. I’ve been a good person since I was a kid. I’ve never done anything bad.

Why did I have to go to the market that morning?

Did I do something wrong?

And I know in my heart that all this must have been made by Shawy — including right now, he’s still designing us all.

From the beginning, it’s a trap to play with an accomplice. They pre-arranged their own people to help me call the police, while allowing me to “open my eyes” the whole process of “deception” of my kind people, and to get you all sick of this phenomenon, as well as to suffer the sudden destruction of hope.

I even felt that the whole bunch of old ladies at the market were complaining: “A few days ago, when a man called for help to call the police, it turned out that the husband and wife had been acting differently”: “The one who had come to save lives before and found himself asking for help was a short video clip.” Many of these “false” were deliberately designed by them to make the good people cold and to create stereotypes for everyone — something that they would later think they were using in good faith.

Then, in the drive that followed me, they step by step on my heart, destroying my life-saving straws, with fake plates, false faces of traffickers, false alarm calls, and every one of them who helped me was their accomplice…

By the time all of this breaks our hopes, they begin to check the results and drive to the gas station to test us.

The first was to try to escape, like the white women around me, who would deliberately let go to the toilet to wait for the prey they wanted to escape, watch them go out and ask for help, and tell them themselves that they could not escape.

The second is to go to the toilet and come back like I did, and this kind of low-life prey should be able to relax a little bit in their eyes, freeing itself from the pain of skin, but also understand what’s out there from the experience of their peers.

If there’s a smart one in the prey, then set the kiosk test or something. Every step was planned by Shawy, and every game was repeated, giving hope to the prey first, then crushing it hard, over and over again.

They have even cut out the last thought of every prey — everyone’s mobile phone has their own account numbers sent to their relatives and friends, their colleagues, their tone and their conversational habits. I twilightly remember Shawy saying he’s got nothing to do with it anyway, and he’s going to send a message for a long time.

When we finally arrive here, there will be no surprises, and daily physical and mental torture. Beatings, verbal abuse, abuse and destruction are not known to everyone every day.

In fact, the blow along the way is enough to make everyone suspicious and feel that there is nothing to be trusted with. But even so, once an opportunity is met, everyone will still want to catch the straw. Because no one is willing to give up and admit that they really, really will never escape.

So there are so many stubborn lives, so many women with so much blood to fight — and perhaps some guess the truth, but they can’t, and they prefer to believe that liars are salvation, rather than being birds of shock, and to endure ubiquitous trials and torture day after day.

So there’s gonna be so many women in their insidious quest.

So the ground in the village chief’s yard is light red, the sun can’t boil and the rain is not clean.

That’s their hope.

People in the village knew that too, so they carefully designed the traps to “teach” these women from every angle.

First, the constant beatings suddenly stopped, and they pretended to relax their guard, pretending to be unaware of a woman’s “pretendance” until the time had come to strike — so that they knew that there was no one who could believe it, and so that they knew their place.

And then you get a person to act, and you get in touch with every woman in private, and then you open up your identity when women are either hooked up or hesitated — so they don’t know what’s real or what’s fake, and maybe they won’t believe in real plainclothes again.

The lack of credibility of the passers-by, the lack of credibility of those who extend their hand, the lack of credibility of those around them, and the fact that plain clothes are not real … After these moments, everyone will collapse. But in the long run, these bad guys can’t guarantee we won’t have any more resistance. After all, beatings and humiliation only torture the body, but do not have lasting control over the spirit.

What can be done once and for all, to get all the women in the village to completely and spontaneously cut off the idea of running out of the police? What really makes those women become villagers and leave their business behind?

So Shawvy thought of the worst way to attack the village chief’s house. He wants to destroy all of us from our hearts, destroy what we are proud of, destroy what we hope for, and let us never get back to normal human life and let ourselves abandon ourselves.

When all people abandon themselves from their hearts, they will be willing to be part of their village.

He did it very well.

Because even now I have a clear idea of his purpose, and even if I want to pull myself out again, I will inevitably fall into the emotional trap that he has anticipated and get deeper and deeper.

More than a year ago, I was an excellent college student, in the middle of a season, with family, friends, lovers, things that were good at, ideas and aspirations, a bright, infinite future.

Now … my classmates should have graduated successfully, might have been busy in a position they liked or were right, might have started a family with someone they loved, might have made fun of their families once in a while, should they have many possibilities I didn’t think of.

I was the only one who was trapped in a cage with no hope, a day of old age, slowly atrophy, convulsed in stench and blood.

Even if, even if I could go out, how can I face my family, how can I talk to my boyfriend about all this — it’s not my fault, but my presence will bring untold pain to the people around me, and these things will infiltrate my life, day after day, until the end.

And my body. It used to be healthy, I could run, I could exercise, I could dance confidently on stage.

But I don’t know when I can feel it broken. Not only were the legs deliberately delayed, but there were other parts of the body, the whole body, and places I might not have realized. Even if it were to be seen again, it would not be able to recover.

So how do I get out? What do I get out? Everything is ruined.

I have no future.

Thus do We stare at the sky every day, and see the thick clouds clattering away the sun and the moon, with only a little light.

Soon there will be something to block that light — it’s Rodamin.

He probably dragged me out of the barn, pumped me a few times with something and kicked me to the head of the bath, staring at me to clean myself up slowly.

Soon after, the doorbell ran over the sound, and I was on the bed, and there was no temperature.

I don’t know anyone. I don’t want to. I look in the window.

I still don’t like it.

Even if I knew that I had no future, even if the moods were burned out, even if I could not concentrate my mind now and could not think of logical responses and plans.

I’ve been so upset, I’ve been through it, I’ve seen it all day.

Another summer, when someone handed it to me.

It’s a woman, the daughter-in-law of the old He family. Her name is Ha Xin.

She tried to escape, whispered to me and another woman, and after she had not received any positive answer that she would like to be with, she secretly prepared dry food and planned to run out at night.

However, He Xin was not able to leave the village, not even the home.

At night, when her screams spread to her homes with heavy bangs, he was laughing and throwing me a chicken leg.

This is the first time I have eaten meat in such a long time, and I’m afraid that Roda-ming will not be able to swallow it as soon as he can, but it’s a normal subterranean mouth, but it’s every bite that bites fast and hard while he doesn’t look at me.

“Good job. What are you thinking? I’m sorry.

After his voice was smitten by smoke and wine, I snorted into my mouth, left a piece of meat hidden between my cheeks and my teeth, and poured it over my head.

It was me who told you.

He was beaten because I told him what she was going to do and he told her man.

The man was angry, but she saw the face of his wife. Mr. Luo had been falsely accused and charged a fee. I have come back with a real bite of a chicken leg without looking at the hateful eyes.

It’s a good deal to be surprised when Rodamin knocks on the table, and it’s a business in their village every few days.

Looking at him, I finally believed that I had truly become a member of their village — I sold an innocent woman, just like those women who were indifferent.

Maybe he didn’t believe me completely, but at least I’ll be better off after that.

We were only willing to embrace him, and the left hand under the table was still shaking.

I knew the true identity of He Xin.

She is a part of this village and should also be a tool used by villagers to test. Her escape invitation is another test they set to test whether we women are really domesticated.

From her point of view, all acts are confusing. The rhythm of each step is reasonable, and if I do not think much, or if I take it passively when I am numb or even frustrated, it should not be too vigilant and may even give rise to a feeling of intimacy as a companion.

Until the last step, she asked me if I wanted to run away with her.

But Ha Xin would have guessed that I suspected her from the beginning until her last step, when I fully identified her.

She and the man behind her scheming may be too self-righteous to stand up to them and set up a trap without taking into account the situation of us who are trapped.

Because the one thing she’s wrong is “run.”

From the moment I arrived in this village, I knew that neither I nor any woman could escape. That fact has long been deeply engraved in my heart in the aftermath of the blows that followed. Unlike the stereotypes that these demons deliberately want to impose on us in a way that hopes are broken, I really know that there is no escape.

I don’t know the size of this village, I don’t know what the way down from the village is, and I don’t know how long it will take to get to the nearest city. Trying to get out of here on one foot alone, it’s just a matter of time.

I can’t even ask for help without even saying flee.

Because I don’t know where I am.

I don’t know where this is.

I don’t know where I’m being taken, how long I’m going, or how long I’m leaving the city.

At that time, I had doubts. I have also thought that this hysteria may be ill-thought-out, but that it was too desperate to escape without taking into account all the improbables, but then she was betrayed again by the omissions in her acting.

Her voice said that she had fled alone, but that, in fact, her fears could not be hidden during that time if there was anything to do with her child. There was a time when someone called her because of the baby, and I saw real mother’s love in those eyes. Fear of the child and her own escape were clearly contradictory, except that she thought she was well hidden.

Moreover, even if she had chosen to flee because of her desperate need for survival, because of the emotional attachment of the flesh and blood, I would have found that the rest of her body did not fit the characteristics of the victim.

She’s superstitious.

Soon after I came here, I discovered the village’s wind and its ancient superstitions. All the things that are done in the village are settled in accordance with the dignity of the young and the old, and there is an almost harsh order of rules.

And their superstition is a sign of what they used to do.

When people arrive at the examination, families choose their daughter-in-law, and discuss the price with each other. All these processes were carried out by everyone at the village chief’s house.

After the results of the various tests, they took all the women who were in need of punishment and the women who had been tamed to the village chief ‘ s house for a period of time, with a series of beatings and humiliation in sight.

This is precisely because of their superstition. They are also well aware of what they do, so they need a place to focus on all the women, even when they have to punish the women they buy with the utmost violence. They fear that they will be punished for killing them in their own homes or beating them with only one breath.

The village chief is the place they choose. Accordingly, the advantage for the village chief is that all women are brought to their home at the first moment, first by him and his son.

The village chief’s family has benefited and the villagers have lost their temper. At most, however, the village chief ‘ s house was allowed only to torture women, and his torture was only for the benefit of the people, and if he really died, he felt in a panic.

I remember the day I was kidnapped and brought to the village chief ‘ s house, when his son beat each other alive because a woman bit her ear, and the village chief drank a few words from his son, complaining about why he didn ‘ t throw people into the old Ho ‘ s house.

The old Ho family is the place where the village people dump their bodies — and they themselves feel that they have done too much in vain, fearing the lives of their souls and fearing evil spirits, so that they do not act too cruelly together in the presence of the village chief and in the eyes of all, and that the bloodier disposal of the bodies is to find a fixed place.

The old Ho family was a butcher from the beginning, and it was a small slaughterhouse for the chickens, ducks and goats and all kinds of wild smell. People in the village think that the butchers are so desperate that they can contain the dead women who are “unfriendly” that, despite the old man’s reluctance, all of the abused women’s bodies will be taken to the empty area behind his yard.

Of course, the village chief is said to have agreed to give him a large share of every share. The old sarcasm and his own frenzied heart could not change the situation, and the village chief’s inducement had led him to accept it.

In addition to this, there is a custom in their village, where red and white matters are concentrated in a small restaurant in the village centre.

On the day of the meeting, all the natives of the village had to arrive at the restaurant early in the morning. As for women who had been abducted from their homes, they had the option of locking them at home or bringing them on their knees. However, after the opening of the meeting, no one was allowed to leave the restaurant before the following morning. Even the children of this village are not allowed to move in their seats. One night before, I heard a man beat up the boy for half a night because of the “unlucky” act that the boy was running out of the restaurant.

If there is any need to leave the village or any other important matter, the village chief must be informed in advance that he will not be allowed to return to the village until midnight.

This village is superstitious. I think it’s Shawy’s pen. After all, the more ignorant the partners, the better they control, the more superstitious the better. It should be he who subdued these rules and, in turn, used the vanity of the villagers to intimidate them and make them more superstitious and dependent on him.

As for the claim that the whole village is not allowed to sit, otherwise it will be a disaster for the whole village, I guess Shawy made it up for his own selfishness. In that way, on that day he could tell the village chief he would not go back, then which house he was in while everyone was away, without interruption, without needing to spend money — his last visit to the Rodamin house was the day of the meeting.

It can be said that everyone in this village is superstitious except Shawey. So is Hermit. I tried her with the snake a few days later and asked her about the area in the backyard of the He family, and she changed her face so she could not mention it and gave me away because he feared that he would know.

From her mouth, I learned that none of the people in their village, including the old man himself, would set foot in the empty areas behind them. Even if we transport the bodies, we must gather the courage of all. Even during the day everyone has to go around Her family.

I’ve never seen superstitious people before I was abducted, but Xing’s acting too well, not like the people I’ve ever met. When she talks about it, she doesn’t see the fear of the old man at all, it’s like the fear of a guilty heart.

From that point on, I completely identified her.

So in order to prevent her from deceiving more women, to let them suffer the pain of hope to break them down, and to convince him that I had the most suitable opportunity to tell him what she was going to run, and the shame and shame of being forced to sell others.

Naturally, everyone was happy, but I didn’t expect to get beat up. I thought they were partners. I just had to do the trick, and I didn’t think that he had really hit him so hard.

Fortunately, I am at last better off than I am, even though he still uses me as a tool and object, and sometimes comes up against me, but I have finally gained some trust, and there has been a marked decrease in the number of times he beats me, and sometimes when he is in a good mood, we can even talk in peace.

“What short video did you make when you went to school? This thing makes money? I’m sorry.

“Yeah. * I sat on the floor with my legs *

“My classmates made the number, and she sent me some dancing videos, and we didn’t know much about it, so we thought we’d send them to see if there was some support from the Internet. I’m sorry.

I explained to him a few words of praise and tried to speak the language.

“There were a lot of netizens on the day the video came out, and I was embarrassed to say it. I’m sorry.

All of a sudden, when he sat up, the bedbed squeaked, and I didn’t feel it, and I found that he had just changed his position and leaned on the bed.

“I didn’t think I’d be able to make money on it, and when my classmates handed it to me from backstage, we both got scared and went out and had a big meal. I’m sorry.

“On a video from a cell phone? I’m sorry.

“Yeah, it’s getting hotter now, and there’s all kinds of short videos on the Internet. Singing and dancing, playing games, magic tricks, eating and having fun, and making pictures of rural and urban life, what nature is made of? I’m sorry.

Those distant words were strange to him, but he was very happy to hear, especially when there was a short video of rural life, and he stopped me.

“And shoot the village life?” What the hell? I’m sorry.

“Of course, it’s hot, and I used to focus on a couple of them on my phone,” I had to argue with him, “You look online, a lot of people watch rural life, a lot of farmers eat, and a lot of people eat — no matter where they eat, people do. I’m sorry.

I’m talking about a couple of short video players’ IDs, and I’m not sure that they did it the way I told them.

It’s been on the screen for half a day, and the video’s on the air. He fell down his hand, knocked unconsciously on the phone’s shell, and the color was slightly relaxed.

“Can anyone do this?”

“Yeah, that’s easy. Just take a video and post it online. I’m sorry.

I told him what to do, where he couldn’t remember, and he showed me a short video app page on his phone.

“That’s how you make money? I’m sorry.

“It’s hard to say if you don’t make money, even if you don’t know how much you can make,” and I frown around my head, “but we didn’t go to make money, and then we thought it was nice to hear it. I’m sorry.

“What happened to you guys? I’m sorry.

“There were a lot of videos that were on my classmate’s phone. The other day the phone fell into the water, and we didn’t use the new one, using the phone with the back cover that we bought a few years ago. It was too urgent after the water was poured, the back of the phone was turned on and dryed, and the phone was completely out of order, and there was no video or any previous text.

“The video is gone, and it’s not in the same mood. We were fresh, and we didn’t do it again.

“It was only then that we knew that we couldn’t open the back of the water, and we couldn’t do it on our own. We had to clean the surface, and then get a professional mobile shop to fix it, so everything could be left behind. I’m sorry.

When I talk about my old life, my slow thinking is a little more lively and easy to say.

It’s like I was unwittingly asked:

“Do you want to go back? I’m sorry.

My heart was tight, but I didn’t look at him, and my eyes were full of tears.

“Think. I’m sorry.

“Dreaming all. I’m sorry.

I sneezed a little bit at the mouth and punched my fist on that broken leg.

“But I can’t,” “I can’t do it,” “I can’t go back.” Now, isn’t that the way to go back? Waiting for those people to point my finger, they might as well stay where no one knows me.

“I don’t want the useless, I want to live a better life, not to be beaten, to have a stutter. I’m sorry.

I didn’t even touch my finger, I was silent, I didn’t speak to him, I didn’t look at his face, and I started talking about short videos.

If he listens to me to ease my emotions, he goes through a few circles and asks me:

“Can I fix this?”

He asked me a little bit, but suddenly I hesitated.

He noticed my color, pulled up by my bedside feet and kicked me in the knee.

“What are you thinking? Suddenly you’re mute?”

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I think it’s important that you don’t accidentally film people and don’t go around the village like those bloggers. We have to try not to broadcast it on the air, and when we’re done with the video, we can look back and see if it’s appropriate. I’m sorry.

He’s dark, but he didn’t say anything.

After a while of detoxification, he rang his cell phone screen and listened to a video presentation by other bloggers, and suddenly he smiled in the shadows and back to the bed.

“Does this thing have a name? I’m sorry.

He’s smart enough to know he shouldn’t use the village’s original name.

I nod my head and follow his path.

“You’ve got experience. What’s the name of the powder? I’m sorry.

Of course I know what he wants to hear, but I think about it, and I say the opposite.

“It’s a better name for a living, closer video. …the village chief’s name has the word “the people” or “the village.”

When the last few words came out, my face was drawn to one side. Lo! when he knew not where there was an evil fire, he kicked me in the air, and the door was blown to the sky.

The iron doors outside the house ran a few times, and he walked the strong wind and covered my burning cheeks.

With my hands on the ground, I tried several times to finally get up and see the direction he left.

I think we’re going to go out and film.

His character is distorted and unorthodox, and he is greedy and complacent.

The channel of short video, which was his first obvious contact, and the faraway world and the success of the vision had made him anxious to try.

These factors all lead to one result.

– He won’t tell Shawy or his brother.

Because he doesn’t know what to do with this short video.

If it doesn’t work, it’s a joke.

If he had done so, he would have told no one that he would be afraid of being robbed of him and stopped him from making money.

But he can’t give up this opportunity to make money either.

He was jealous of his boss and his rich man, and he had nothing of his own, and hate could not send down wealth.

Today, with this approach, even if he is unable to make money, he will be able to enrich his extreme self-esteem in a video-reading review, and he is eager to gain the recognition and approval of others and to crush the boss, the elder and even all the people of the village.

As a result of the original family, he became a “no mouth” character. On the surface, he nods everything.

Actually, he wanted to never say it himself. It is either by force, or by the age of identity, or by another population.

It’s like in a conversation, when Rodamin asked me what the village was called in the video, it was pretty obvious.

I’m going to warn him “Shawvy’s not happy” that he’s got his face on the line, but I’m thinking well, and he can’t say anything — it’d be a serious consequence if he really accidentally exposed the village or caused any other trouble.

He didn’t wait for him, I took the name “The Great Village” against him. Of course, he went off in a flash, with a new grudge on my face and on my body.

When he asked me, I knew that the answer he wanted would be much better and that our relationship would ease.

But I am afraid that he might in turn doubt my ulterior motives, and it would be better for him to come up with his own answers.

So I purposely angered him, and now he’s going down the door, and I’ll be sure even if I don’t have to watch the video.

Oming Village.

As I estimated, when he started making a short video, he didn’t show me what was in it, he just wanted me to tell him what to do during the uploading of the video or some of the necessary operations.

The less he showed me, the safer I would be.

It’s been a long time, and his account is coming up.

It’s a bit of a compliment at first, and he’s already very flattered. Yesterday, he took his first money from the account.

It’s not much, but enough to make him want to show off.

In the morning, he told me not to go to work. He asked me to go to Lou’s house and help her with her chores.

I was flattered by my whispering, and I was afraid that he might turn his back on something, and I walked out the door.

I know in my heart that Rodeo still wants to show off in this way.

Women in the family don’t go to work, and people will notice it, too. By the time they’re curious, he’ll look like he made a little money.

There’s a dirt road between the three Romans right next to him. I went to Lou’s door, and I got hit hard by a force, and something spilled.

The guy who hit me threw a string of laughter and kept running.

Turns out to be a little animal.

When I packed up and knocked on the door, when the doors of the three Romans creaked and sewn, I saw the hand on the door, not as old as the hand of the latter, nor the hand of the latter, but a skinny, young child.

Another little animal.

I twisted my head and looked in the direction of the guy who just hit me.

“What are you looking at?”

And the men of the door followed me in their glances, and I took my eyes away as if I had returned, and responded.

“Little Dragon, just passing through here. I’m sorry.

The little beasts in the door sneered and laughed at me.

“Bitch. I’m sorry.

He yelled, opened the door and walked himself into the house.

I’m staring at the back of my faraway shoes, and I know that this little beast of Lou’s is in a bad mood today.

The son of the one-eyed family, like the one who opened the door to me, was attacked, young and turned into an evil little animal.

Soon after I got here, the two of them broke into the doorlock while he was away.

And, of course, it’s not because of the moral bottom line, but because two little children have no money. The two of them knew that too, so they could steal it when the owner was away.

These two little animals are idle, and so-called learning is simply a waste of their father’s money, and they recognize a few words, because they are the heads of the villages with a small amount of money, and they often play together as partners.

But Lorraine has never looked down on Little Dragon, because she was abducted and his family is a noble indigenous.

So Luo-chun plays with her, especially when she’s upset. He often planted the dragon, saying that he stole from himself, and that he was known for everything.

Of course, it’s not all a set-up, but it’s true that Bruce has stolen something, has stolen it and has been caught several times by adults.

Even so, because of the fact that they both have a higher family status than the other children, and because of the stench of each other, and because the one-eyed dragons have been trying to please the third child, the two children will be together after each and every time they have had a bad time.

Roh-hoon has always enjoyed the envious and envious mood of the dragon, as he walked into the house without letting me close the door, just showing off with her.

– Look, the Roda Ming woman, we’ll be here as soon as we need her.

I quickly looked around the three front yards and fell on that desk in the yard.

It’s a study desk with a white paper and a stationery bag with a relatively new pen core, ten.

It should have been Luo San uptown.

I came by in haste and the stationery bag was dropped.

He came out a little while later, saw something scattered, and he went straight down and kicked me in the back.

“Did anyone just come?”

The little beasts were young, but they had the strength, and I was a little slow, and I was breathing and I answered:

“Little Dragon, here comes Little Dragon. I’m sorry.

Bruce did look inside the door.

Roh-hyun listens to me, laughs on his mouth, and he wants to leave his mouth behind, and he laughs.

“There’s nothing on the stage.

“Go and get Bruce home. I’m sorry.

I put down my work and went out and called Bruce, and when I got back to close the door, I was called into the backyard.

When I finally finished my work, I dumped my sleeve and walked back to the front yard.

The desk was set as usual, but the pen core was three short, and the middle of the paper was a large part missing.

I felt it in my heart, I felt it in my pocket, I felt it in my pocket, I felt it in the yard chair.

– Three pen cores, a little paper. That piece of paper and the shredded part of the desk could be spelled in a few pieces.

I accidentally shaved the horn, and a corner of the dragon’s coat came to the little puddle on the ground, and I looked at it and went back to the backyard.

Put your things in the back yard and when we started chopping wood, Mrs. Luo turned out of the house.

“What’s the matter with you? I’m sorry.

He came out of the wall with no bones, and his eyes turned round and round, and he looked at the front yard, and saw that half of the dragon’s jacket fell on the ground, and he looked at him with a little bit of surprise, filled with a clear smile, and the next moment he looked at me in the backyard, and he was impatient to drive me away.

I walked out of this door in the sight of their grandparents.

When we got back, he was at home. Look at his spirit, it’s a good show today.

It is clear to me that this is the day and day that you won’t let me work. He’ll put me back to work right away.

So, after cooking, I took advantage of him and offered him a new job.

“You don’t want to work in the mountains, you want to work in the slaughterhouse at the old Ho’s? I’m sorry.

I’m laughing and I’m stuck in my head with oily fingers.

“Da Ming, I’ve heard that it’s easier to work at the slaughterhouse and earn a little more, and I can come back and cook early. I’m sorry.

“Damn, this college kid’s just a little bit of a brain,” he smiled, and suddenly stopped. “You really planned this? No change?”

I was just nodding my head, looking at his attitude, and suddenly I hesitated.

“All right, that’s it. You go to the slaughterhouse tomorrow. I’ll call old He. I’m sorry.

I feel like I’m going back and I just got a little restless on my face, and I’m being held by Rodeo.

“You mentioned it yourself. Don’t tell me you’re sorry. I’m sorry.

His face was full of threats, and I opened my mouth and finally swallowed it back.

He’s laughing again.

“What the fuck are they talking about, that the slaughterhouse is free, and that’s a lot of money? You’ve got a lot of balls.

I stopped and didn’t look up to him.

Tears crawled on his face, and he laughed even more.

“Now it’s too late, or too late.

I chewed the food in my mouth in silence, I looked afraid to beg him, and I relieved myself.

The backlog of bitterness and great hatred should bring together extraordinary forces at some of the emergency moments when the courage blows, as in the case of the powerful forces that rage at the moment of death.

But the power is not enough.

I’ve heard a lot of bad people at a dangerous time, but I’m afraid to gamble.

If you fail to strike, if you hesitate because of the moral background in your head, if you only have the courage to give up, you rely on force without knowing the best way to do it…

I used to be afraid to step on a bug, and now people aren’t so big, but I’ve never killed anything bigger than a bug.

So we have to find a place to practice and get to know each other before we lose the chain at a critical time.

It’s been a while since we’ve been quiet here, and we just got off the phone and we started yelling in the next yard.

It’s called “Call Two” and it’s “Ro Dynasty.” But then there were more and more footsteps, and it was clear that a lot of people went next door.

So, he frowned, and I helped him.

So Roh-ho was screaming in the yard and saying it was stolen.

It wasn’t the first time that Lorraine had screamed, and when people saw Bruce, they basically understood what was going on.

The village chief and the others came together because of what was lost.

Rohit said he lost a pen.

In this village, it is not really a big deal to lose anything, even a gold bar or something traditional — but not a pen.

Most of the women abducted from the village are university students who can read and write many things.

So we’re here to see if all these pen cores can be found — whether it’s Bruce or not, not the woman.

And all of a sudden, when Rodeo and I got to the yard, the dragon coat was still on the floor.

And then Rowan pulled his pen out of his pocket in front of everyone. The pieces of paper that were torn off from the whole piece of paper on the roach table have been wetted, glued together, and have become an irregularly shaped piece of paper, not many, but many.

“You again! How many pieces of paper have you tore? You thief!

“I kindly asked you to come home and play with me…

It is clear that the established impressions are in the hearts of the villagers and have been stolen and obtained, and that little Dragon has been inexplicable.

One-Eyed Dragon came late and gave Bruce a slap to make him apologize. Little Dragon’s face is red, his eyes are raging and he’s staring at his father.

The father and the son of the child are in a state of hatred, and the roach continues to shout and shout.

The mayor suddenly turned to me.

The village chief’s eyes were on the people around him. Is there anyone else?”

How can anyone be allowed to divert attention at this point in time, when Roh-hyun’s face is barely hidden?

“No one, my lord,” he said, “It’s a few women who went out with me and the old lady. I’m sorry.

The village chief’s heel lays on the ground and floats down a sentence.

“Or check it all out. I’m sorry.

Next to that is the Roman family. I’ve been to the Roman family. The village chief is carrying people.

Everything that matters a little bit is locked up in Lord Luo’s room.

I leaned my head behind them, and I was going to send them out to the village chief.

At the entrance, the village chief suddenly stopped and looked towards the barn.

“O Da Ming, sister-in-law…”

He looked at me, and I could feel the cold eye on me even if I didn’t look up.

“Have you ever lived here?” I’m sorry.

After obtaining the affirmative answer, he himself went to the barn.

Almost without much effort, the village chief found a hole in the walls of the cattle shed, and he made a sound and put his hand on the clogged bricks.

I can’t breathe.

The brick was pulled apart a little bit, and the hole in it was revealed.

It’s not a big hole. It’s enough to see inside.

Empty?

It’s empty!

Digging holes and nothing in them is obviously more suspicious than what is inside.

I had no time to think about who took the half of the bun I had in it, whether it was for me or for any other purpose, and I couldn’t even think of a better way to get on my knees before the brick was pulled out completely.

“I was wrong about the mayor! I’m not hiding any more! Leave me alone, please.

The village chief was watching me. From his point of view, it should be noted that I’ve seen half of it and guess it’s empty. It’s nothing new for every woman to hide something and be beaten.

After all, there was no paper and no pen core, the crisis was temporarily lifted and the village chief seemed to be in doubt when the crowd dispersed to his house.

I didn’t know anything until he hit me on the ground with a wood.

It’s Roh-hoon.

And when he bowed down on his knees and begged for forgiveness, We saw Luo shiver. Later, when the village chief left the house of Rodaming, Luo’s eyes were also filled with a twilight of frustration.

This little beast has a bad heart, but he’s not smart.

He’s got a good mind. He’s just trying to threaten me with that half-brick.

– He stole half of my bun, and when he was gone, he went to the doorblock and threatened to tell him that I was hiding it. That way he gets sweet and doesn’t pay for it.

He simply did not expect that the matter would be opened to the village chief by mistake, a condition that threatened me, and that he would find a chance to play again and continue to look for opportunities.

The wood hit me in a flash, and Roda-ming pulled my hair.

He doesn’t care about half a bun, or I hid it myself.

He was ashamed of him.

For him, the woman in the family had been found hiding food, the same concept as the pig he raised had gone out to eat garbage.

Moreover, as soon as he boasted about making his own money, the village chief was led around his house.

Rodeo told me so hard that I had to go to the slaughterhouse and I had to work tomorrow.

I’ve been spitting for a long time, and it took me the middle of the month to climb back to the barn.

I had nightmares every day.

So when I offered to move from the mountain to the slaughterhouse, he promised and threatened me not to repent.

But I’m happy to see that I’m tortured, but I can’t. So a few days later I was returned to the barn.

Of course, it wasn’t just because I had nightmares and he had his own concerns.

He wants to live.

The temptations of Internet users and money have struck him, but they have not yet reached the point of being lost.

So he intends to make short live broadcasts in the house for a few minutes, both to meet the expectations of the online comment section and to ensure that nothing is inadvertently disclosed.

But it didn’t work out the first time he was on the air, and he didn’t wait to press the live key.

When I first came to the village and had to break up my phone, he almost found it, and his cell phone was very slow.

Together with the short video, which was recorded daily, the cell phone was used for a considerable increase in its length and for a long period of time, and his broken phone could not last.

Starting on the day of the retreat, the problem came to light, and he went on a strike without moving his hand, either to retreat the white screen or to consume electricity at speeds, and black screens were activated.

He himself knew how long his cell phone was going on, how much he was scolding every day, and had been attached to electricity for most of the day.

It is clear that the short video gave him a sweet head that he was unable to put down, and that even if he went out every day without his cell phone, he could leave it at home to charge it, just to fill it with a little video.

He’s still very wary of me. Every time he leaves a cell phone to charge, he drops out of the short video APP account, without forgetting to pull out the SIM card.

I whispered to him that he did nothing, but he was tired and dressed up to see nothing.

I go to the slaughterhouse every day and go back at noon and night. Every day at noon, there are times when he doesn’t know who he’s going to and comes back late than I do, but it’s not going to be so bad that I can live in a room alone with my cell phone, and I can’t do anything if I want to.

In fact, he’s completely overthought. I wouldn’t do anything with his account.

All three of their brothers knew little or no words and allegedly studied for several years as children.

He doesn’t know the village chief as much as he does, but he seems to know the most commonly used Chinese characters, so he can guess the comments of his netizens.

I didn’t think I’d ask for help in the comment area or in a private letter, even though I thought I’d go in there and ask for help from a friend.

But these are too risky.

– Maybe he’s lying to me about literacy, or maybe he’s literate but doesn’t know a few, but I’m afraid to gamble anyway.

I do know his character well, but I can’t promise him 100% that he’ll never show anyone his short video, in case he’s drunk enough to brag, in case of an accident…

I don’t know if he can read, but Shawy can.

Besides, I can’t make sure that the netizens understand what I’m saying, and I can’t guarantee it — in case the netizens answer, or ask me in the live screen, and that’s exactly what I’m afraid of.

So instead of doing what he wanted, I watched him do the account number and occasionally made a suggestion.

The cell phone was growing longer by the power supply, and one day the old man closed the door and I and the other women went back to their houses.

When I went back, he was going out, and he saw me coming in early, and he told me to cook more, and he went to fetch wine.

He’s going to the one-eyed.

I started a fire and swiped my eyes.

Lota Ming came with a bowl of cold water next to the pot and blew a whistle to the front yard.

I was relieved, and he came back, and when he went out, he grabbed a little square between his fingers.

It’s SIM card.

Every time he went to one-eyed dragon’s house to get a drink, it was at least an hour.

I waited 20 minutes for him to leave, put all the food in the pot, and then press his phone and try to find something useful inside.

I can’t look too long. I can’t look too long.

He dropped out of the basics, without SIM cards and Wi-Fi, I don’t even have Internet. So I went round and round and round and found nothing of value.

I looked at the time and suddenly I had a familiar background in the album.

Look at the time. It’s supposed to be the last time he brought him up town.

I zoomed over and over again, and I was surprised to know something.

What they call “uptown” is the city I was abducted!

It’s almost time. I’m afraid to go on. I’m about to clear the screen. It’s like I’m out of here.

Why did he come back early?

I quickly hit the multitasking key, but my phone got stuck and jumped back on the main screen.

The gate is open.

The cell phone page is fixed on the main screen and cannot be turned off or turned off.

If the phone doesn’t work, he’ll be able to find the album that I haven’t finished.

The footsteps were getting closer, and I pressed the trigger and grabbed the pre-prepared things fast.

I was stuck in front of my cell phone, and my finger was holding the switch button, and the phone finally blacked the moment that he pushed the door.

“What are you doing? The food’s ready?”

“It’s time for Big Ming. I’m sorry.

He looked at the rag in my hand and then grabbed his cell phone.

“It’s a piece of shit that turns itself off. I’m sorry.

I didn’t stop. I had a cold sweat on my back.

I’m sure that’s right.

Because he was a nephew of Roda-Ming and was still a child, he could just go out of his house and play.

Luo-hwan came to his house in three or two days.

I know in my heart that he was trying to find some reason to threaten me or to sneak up on a man who wasn’t there.

But I didn’t tell him, but I was afraid to take care of him, and everything came to him.

Today, too, when he was outside, he said he was going to go out and the little bastard came.

I was wiping the table with a rag and meeting him, rushing to put the water basin on the bedside floor and getting out.

Rowan walked around the yard twice and came inside and saw his cell phone.

Why didn’t you bring your phone? I’m sorry.

He didn’t come until he heard that he was going out for a while.

When he saw the cell phone in the house, he thought it had fallen, and when he found out he would come back without it, he was naturally unable to sit down.

Look out the window and see what’s going on.

I told him that he had left it to charge, and that, as far as half of it was concerned, I still spoke like a mosquito fly, but the tone was clearly lighter.

After all, he made money, straighted up the waist, and my life was better.

So when Lorraine asked me why, I laughed and explained.

I didn’t say how I made money on my cell phone, or what he was doing with that stupid phone.

I say how capable he is, and although he does not mention the reason for making money, there is always a certain “richness” between words, and his dependence on him and his desire for a good life have been incorporated into the chain of pride.

At the end of the day, I’m like a real elder, and I’m trying to encourage Luo Zheng to be so “good.”

I’m light and satisfied in my eyes, and I don’t care at all about his increasingly heavy face.

The little beast cannot hide what is in his heart, and it is the envy that darkens his face in an inch, and we shall not see.

Like his father, Roh-ho was so superior to his own family that he was so eager to frame her and do something terrible.

Just as Lorraine did not ask me when he came to the doorway to say he was better than Lorraine, no one would be able to say in his presence that he was better — not to mention his own sense of crisis — that the Romans might cover their heads in the future.

My words were interrupted by Roh Man, who sat by the bed and asked me to call Bruce.

I carefully told him to play around, not to bump into his cell phone, and he had no choice but to run out to find Bruce.

Last time, it was obvious that Bruce had a problem. But the one-eyed dragon heard Luo Xian called him, so he blew him up in a hurry.

The little dragon had a twirl on his forehead, and finally he held his fist tight and whispered his mouth and looked at me as cold.

I was thrown out by Roh-hoon the moment he led him into the door, and in their minds, the “master” was in the house, and we could not stand next to him or do housework.

I responded with my hands closed, with my eyes closed, from two little animals, and swept through the water basin by the bed, and then sewd up with the door.

I couldn’t see the house in the front yard, and I heard it coming up and running out of the yard door.

Not long after Rode-ming left, I ran away.

He was so unhappy to see me, he was just scolded and blocked by my words.

“What did you say? Luo-ho and Bruce are playing together. I’m sorry.

It seems that he has seen himself in the presence of Luo Luo Luo San while he is in the middle of his life.

“I can’t care. Go back now. What happens?”

When I went forward to push the gate completely, the noise suddenly stopped, and a sound came out.

It’s like something fell into the liquid and smashed a water flower.

Let’s get into the door.

– I saw his cell phone in the water basin with a water mark around it.

Looks up, two little animals look like they’ve got enough wires on their heads, and the end of the line is hanging around, and it’s supposed to just be pulled off.

He was obviously a little panicking, and he grabbed his cell phone and was unconsciously trying to wipe it in the back, but his hand shrunk back when it touched the back of the phone.

It seems to remember what I said, and I told him that before my short video phone accidentally fell into the water and opened its own cover, everything would never recover.

I leaned on my head and carefully passed a dry cloth.

It’s not so big this time, it’s just a cell phone that doesn’t attract so many people last time.

The children were persuaded to be young, together with their relatives, so many voices had to go down the stairs.

Roh-hoon shouted that Bruce had to argue with him, and that her cell phone had been accidentally brought down when Bruce started.

Look at Dragon’s face, this time it’s supposed to be the cell phone he touched, so he’s got nothing to say, so he went down the stairs in Rodeo, and the atmosphere said he didn’t care. The phone was broken and he wanted to change it.

Everybody’s gone.

It’s not my fault. He knows I’m out of the house by little animals, and I can’t get into a fight. And after all, he’s actually planning to change his phone recently.

He’s just pissed off because he’s got a big guy’s mouth in his mouth, and he’s not only got no lessons for Roh-ho and Roh-hoon, but he’s had a bad time.

He had nowhere to go, and he threw a fire at me.

But the cell phone did have to be changed.

In the morning of the next day, when he was ready to go with cash, I offered to sew him a little more.

“Da Ming, you’re the first one in the village to change your cell phone. I’m sorry.

And when I said something about him, he was so proud that he took the money and took it out.

“No one is like that, bitch. I’m sorry.

The door was closed, and I was staring at the clock on the wall, slowly at 9:30.

An hour ago, there was no return like that.

And I lifted up the oxen and the grass mat in the back of the pigsty, and took the stuff that was covered in it and went back to the backyard.

I had an iron pot next to the door, but I didn’t dare.

I secretly collected all the iron and steel bars on the ground. They were sharper at the end, but there was dirt and rust, and I spent the nights of being driven back to the cattle shed, grinding them in secret, and now it’s almost over.

I’ve fixed one of my feet, and I’ve got a hard hand, trying to sharpen the head.

My legs and legs were working together, and my hands were squeezing and my hands were squeezing, and I tried a few times and I finally covered my face and strangled myself.

Iron crumbs covered my nose with salt and my whole body was shaking, but I was afraid to make any noise.

Maybe just for a minute, I stopped shaking.

I don’t have time for fear, let alone for collapse.

My throat was sour, my tears were blurry, I closed my eyes, breathed deep, and I took back what was on the ground.

I know where they’ll buy a cell phone.

Now that they’re saying “uptown” is the city I was abducted from, he’s going to go to the phone store next to my university.

In the meantime, I have seen the phone of Luo Dynamite several times, and, in combination with the traces of the villagers in their usual conversations, I have been able to determine which entrance they entered the city.

The cell phone shop was in the closest range to them, and only their homes were around.

Most people now pay for mobile phones online, and only the mobile store supports cash payments, as a result of a social study conducted some time before I was abducted.

If he wanted to show off, he would have chosen to make a big deal of money. He chooses the shop in terms of means of payment and geographical location.

If he doesn’t choose the store, he’ll definitely choose the big mobile store in town.

Because I’ve often suggested that a small mobile store sells fakes and has to go to a large mobile store.

He has no experience of this, and he will subconsciously choose to listen to me — just like the moment my phone fell in the water basin, and I didn’t speak at all, but he did not open his back.

The large mobile phone store has maintenance rooms, and the repair and sale of mobile phones are two spaces.

So when Rodamin gives his cell phone to the owner, the owner goes to the studio, turns on the phone and covers and finds the note I put in.

– The day Lorraine set up Bruce to steal the pen, I snuck down a piece of paper and then let her coat fall into the water.

I dipped that piece of paper in oil, and I wrote it down in Lou’s yard that day.

“Call 187 x x x x x x x let him call the police.”

Oming Village

Thank you very much.”

Because of what happened before, I can’t trust who. So I left my boyfriend’s phone number, so if the owner thinks it’s gonna be a problem to follow up with the police, I can call my boyfriend.

I don’t know if anyone will save me, but it’s a chance I’ve barely found, and I’m going to try it once as long as Robert doesn’t find out.

I’ve been back to my house for a while.

Today, when he was largely absent all day, the opportunity was so rare that I was not paying attention when I was trying to sharpen the iron, and now when the cold wind blows my eyes, putting my hands on my face, I realized that my hands had become so bloody fuzzy that I realized that I felt pain.

A simple clean-up took place and I went inside to pick up the clothes and put them in the front yard.

And when the clothes were fully drenched, We took them out and We dried them up a little, and We laid them at the door in a visible position.

That dress is a regular one of which, as long as I wash it, the careful will know that he is not home today.

After a few minutes, the village chief’s son pushed in.

Listen to him, I guess he didn’t tell him he wanted to get involved.

And my resistance apparently surprised the son of the village chief, who did not understand why he was suddenly turned down today because of me, who had been humbled and clearly integrated into the village.

I’m trying to resist and I’m trying to hide from him while he’s coming back. The village chief’s son was about to catch me trying to hide, but accidentally stepped into the water basin that I had left at the door.

I squeezed out of the hospital door, and the village chief’s son kicked through the water basin, and the barbed up in the courtyard, and he grabbed my hair and dumped me on the floor, with his foot on my hand.

My hands were in pain, and the village chief ‘ s son continued to work on his feet and heeled my hands and back.

He’s always had this thing. The days when I was taken to the village chief’s house, when any woman did not listen to him, he laid stones on the ground, and then put his hands on the stones, and he pushed his feet until the woman’s hands were full of blood.

“Well, you bitch, you’re still a virgin? I’m sorry.

The village chief’s son stomped on him, and I didn’t stop in my mouth, and he used the voice he could hear to say about him.

“How many times have I been here? You dressed up today and gave me your uncle’s body? I’m sorry.

The pain in the palms just disappeared, and I immediately didn’t see it, and I saw him far away.

He bought a new phone and showed off in front of his fellow village.

He looked at the village chief’s son in front of his house and spoke with great mercy — not to save me, he wanted to ask me how my new phone was used. So he did it again, and used himself as an ascendant, laughingly to persuade the village chief’s son.

I’ve got my hands all over my body, and I’m walking around.

Let me have some medicine from the drawer.

“You have to do this to make people happy and happy. I don’t think I can see what you’re doing to him. I’m sorry.

He yelled at me, but it didn’t mean much.

I’m grateful for that. Clean up the wound and get back to work.

After a full drink, he showed me his new phone. I don’t touch the screen, look around, teach him how to operate.

I had previously told him that he had to take a photograph with a new phone before paying for it, so that he could see if the camera worked.

So I saw the picture that was taken today when he opened the album.

He’s just looking at it, and I can tell the background is the cell phone store next to my university.

Rodeo touched an U-drive in his pocket and threw it next to me.

I told him about the benefits of the U-drive, he didn’t want to buy it, but he heard that he could buy one for just a dozen, or choose to bring one back.

I tried. The phone didn’t work.

“It doesn’t work. I bought it by the phone store. I’m sorry.

He yelled at me twice, and the U-ride was suddenly connected.

I told him it was bad contact, that he bought the U drive, that the bad drive could now be identified, but if it’s used for a long time, the contents stored in it will be destroyed, and it could have an impact on the life of the phone.

Unlike the previous introduction to the media, I did not speak in a way that he could fully understand, but in some cloudy terms.

He’s listening to me, he’s a city-wide ghost, and he’s getting his old phone in five days, and he’s going up town looking for the U.

The new phone almost kept him alive, the picture was clearly clear and beautiful, and even a number of new fans had accumulated with his account.

Nobody thought it was the fourth day.

The villagers found two bodies by the river, Roh-ho and Bruce.

I didn’t go out all day that day, and all that happened was analysed in the words of the man who had gone through the road.

In the afternoon, the villagers saw the two of them swimming at the river and, somehow, fought.

After all, the two of them were strangled in two of three days, and neither of the villagers took care of it, and no one stopped to watch it.

Moreover, both children grew up in the village from an early age and were very watery.

As a result, the villagers watched them go far into the water and did not continue to pay attention, and no one heard the noise between the two children.

When it came to the riverside, there were only two dead bodies.

The two children were said to have bruises and bruises on their bodies, which could have been accidentally flooded by a beating.

The two children were not brought back and the atmosphere in the village was tense, but the day was marked by a tragic accident when no woman was abducted from the river.

The Lorraine and the Cyclops have accepted the reality, and the Cyclops have lost their children without their eyes. The two have agreed to work together.

On the fifth day, when he was supposed to go up to the city to pick up his cell phone, it was the day when he and Zilong’s family were doing their business.

Early in the morning, the villagers went to the small restaurant with their belongings.

In this village, white matters are more important than red matters to these guilty executioners. Villagers had to spend the whole day in restaurants, and no one had dared to leave the restaurant for half a second, and they were afraid to leave the crowd. We can only stay together until midnight.

The only exception is the man who went up town that day. Uptown people had to bring their things to the restaurant before leaving the village that day, and they were likewise not allowed to come back, and would have to wait until the next day to return to the village.

I’ve been here so long, I’ve been watching. On the occasion of the public service in this village, there are occasionally people who went up to the city that day. But when it’s white, you usually choose to stay in the village.

It’s obvious that Romani would not choose that way.

If today’s work were to be one-eyed and others, he would have stayed at the restaurant. But instead of the Romans, he would have chosen to go up town.

It was hard for his middle-aged brother to go and suffer, and today is the day that the mobile phone store agreed to, rather than go up town — that is why he gave the village chief.

But in fact, the smile in his eyes was not hidden.

Lota threw me some live chickens in the morning, and the machete that he usually hides in his house to keep me from touching, so I can kill him.

The villagers went with white things and money, and brought with them what they had made, so that he could deliver some of the chickens he had slaughtered.

I smiled in my heart, but I did it on my face, bandaged the temple, squeezed the machete I had just given to me, and the chicken blood spilled.

Rodamin looks at me like I’ve been in a slaughterhouse for so long, and he’s got the guts of a rat, and even a few chickens are bleeding.

I took a few feet, but I didn’t clean up, but I whispered that the chicken was good, and asked him if he wanted some.

His attitude slowed down a little, and he nodded like a favor.

So even if it were to be happy, it would still be in your heart.

They’re really superstitious.

Before leaving, I warned him not to forget to suggest that he had relatives and friends who bought them bad, to scare the owner.

At the time, I said that U.S.A. did play tricks, but they didn’t dare bluff experienced customers.

In total, we’re going to say, “My mother-in-law bought a special U drive at your house before and took it back and broke it.” He wanted to express in this way that he was not a person who did not understand electronics and that he was afraid to lie to him. He wanted to use it to get the store to refund him the money and pay him a new one.

I know the owner of the U’s, the girl who graduated from college, a few years older than me.

It was a good and smart sister, who was on the white wall when I first met her, and she helped an old man and was photographed on the white wall.

So I’m counting on her sensitivity, and I’m hoping that she can hear the problem in that sentence and then open the U-disk and take out the note.

So-called special U-disk is an exclusive barrier to this shop.

I was still in school, and the school partnered with self-employed college students to launch a special U diskette for the school day.

At the time, the U-drive had several styles, one at the school start-up park and the other at several U-drives around the school.

The sister’s store is responsible for the sale of one of the special funds – only for students who have not graduated from the school, on the basis of a student’s certificate, for $5.

As for the “special price U-disk” barrier, it was at that time.

It was a boy who wanted to propose on the day of the school day, who spoke to her sister in advance, opened one of the U-discs, put the proposal in the middle of the chip and USB, and bought it with the girl he loved.

The girl got her hands, found the U-discordant, and the students at the store were laughing at her to confront the owner, and opened the U-pad.

And then everything was hot and romantic, and when the girls came out of the store, the shopkeeper was making a special offer for it.

“My bitch used to buy a special U-drive at your house and take it back and it’s broken. I’m sorry.

Knows “special U-disk” must have been a college student at the store. A college student who didn’t graduate married a half-century, aggressive, cheap-looking man like Rodeo, and I’d like to hear the question of that with her sensitivity, and then open the U-disk.

It’s the same note in the back of the phone, but the phone number was changed to my family.

Everything is ready, and I don’t know if it’s going to work, but as long as there’s no response from him when he comes back, and as long as no one finds out about the short video, I’ll be able to get through it, and then I’ll continue to live as a villager, and no one will know what I did.

I’m not afraid of anything.

Soon after Rodamin left with the chicken, the village quieted down and everyone must have gone to the restaurant. I was just getting ready to go back to my house, and the door was suddenly kicked.

I couldn’t imagine why someone was not at the restaurant at a time like this and why the door was ringing at a time like this.

It’s Shawy! What’s he doing?

I saw his angry and twisted face white before my eyes, and turned and ran in the direction of the cattle shed, and he pulled his hair.

The sound of cracks in the place that was torn apart and the strange fireworks that had been blown up from afar covered my cry.

I’m stuck on the ground, my fingers in the grass, and I’m shaking.

Shawvy can’t be trying to plug in, more like what he knows.

“The monsoon, huh? I really underestimated you. You’re always acting like you believe me. I’m sorry.

What did you say?

I don’t know how much he knows, but I’m not sure he’s going to say that. I can’t hear my voice from extreme fear, and my mouth and my mouth are convulsed and my aura is broken.

“You picked her up, didn’t you? You chose to be clean, and those two idiots lost their lives.

“There’s been a white incident. The villagers must be together today. No one dares leave. What do you want? The women in the lockup escaped? Or is there something bad at home? I’m sorry.

“You’ve misunderstood Shovigor, not me. They’ve never been so close. I didn’t do anything! I’m sorry.

And We sobbing and begging him to relax, and Shawy beat me in the head.

“You didn’t do anything? You didn’t clean up the media? I’m sorry.

I’m stuck and I can’t believe I’m looking at him.

Come on, Shawy with a collar and a bad laugh. “Roddam can’t tell anyone that he can trust you. You’re good. What’s the matter? You want to go to the Internet?

“Pity, I know first. What are we going to do? Don’t you regret it?

“Oh, yeah, you don’t have to worry. I’ll tell him what you are. How will you thank you when you know the truth?

“Don’t worry, I’ll let him keep your eyes. I’ll have you to look at me and I’ll write off that damn account. I’m sorry.

I’ve only got the acoustic, body sifting, and Shawy is crouching at me.

I tried my best not to tell him that I would do anything for another day.

“It’s a shame to look pretty. Why don’t you take care of me, take care of yourself, and maybe I can ask for help? I’m sorry.

“Why do you think you can’t open up?” I’m sorry.

Shawy threw his hand away and looked across the door and laughed.

“I wouldn’t have known if she hadn’t heard you and Rodamin talking about short videos in the gate. So, if you want to hate someone, you’ll find him.

“It’s been a long time. You say you two, but when you enter the house cautiously, you will not hear the greeting.

“Come on, come in and serve me. No one’s bothering you today. I’m sorry.

Shawy is coming up and laughing at my fearless despair, and I raise my hand, and the sound of metal piercing my bones is short and dull, and Shawy’s face is frozen in a moment.

“How can we bring you here if He Xin doesn’t know?

“When you decided to brainwash the villagers to make them superstitious, did you ever think that one day you would fall into a trap that you had set up with your own hands and die unknowingly? I’m sorry.

I had the pins on my thumb scrambling the irons in my hands, and I couldn’t tell whether they were blood or sweaty, and I was so wet that I was afraid that they wouldn’t fit in.

“You’re acting…”

It’s like Shawy’s struggling and the bones are hurting me. But my whole body was holding him down, and my head was overpowered, and my vision seemed to be very clear. I sent my hand down, and I saw his lips moving, and it seemed to say a few words.

“For acting? My legs are broken, I can’t see the moon every night, it’s a fucking cloud, and now I’m shaking at the door when it rings and I’m so white! “I’m almost speechless, and I’m all blood in my eyes, and I’m playing one of them.” I’m sorry.

I can’t seem to move my hand. I blinked. It’s iron.

I suddenly woke up.

He can’t be brought into any mood. I have other things to do.

Shawy’s eyeballs were swollen with blood on his face, and it seemed as if there was still a few breaths left to fill his undead face with pain.

He’s got lips and he can still make a little acoustic.

He said hell.

I squeezed a sticker and I hit it.

“Hell? And I approached him in his ear, and I said to him, “Shawie, listen to me. My monsoon, even if it is in hell, will never be a ghost.” I’ll kill the worst ghost in hell, even if it’s skinned! I’m sorry.

Naturally, there was no response, and the hot blood was splattered into the ground in a cold circle of chicken blood, with a slight loss of temperature.

I laughed, and the sound was wrapped up in a far-off firecracker, and I was the only one who could hear it.

That piece of shit on the ground splits up, and the fists on the left hold tight. I looked at it, pulled a piece of cloth out of my pocket and tied it up.

When Roman returned the next day, the village seat was finished and the yard was cleaned up.

I pour him a drink and knock on the side of the drive.

He drank and said to me:

I said, “My son bought a special U-drive at your house before, and it broke. I’m sorry.

“My bitch used to buy a special U-drive at your house and take it back and it’s broken. He changed his words to his brother.

I am not afraid of the changes in his dialogue, but his eyes scare me.

He took a deep look at me, and I’ve never stopped looking at him, and I’m afraid I haven’t noticed.

He’s doubting me, or who said anything to him, or did I have a glass of snakes?

Shawy wouldn’t expose me to Rodamin in advance, even if he didn’t have a cell phone on him that day, and I couldn’t see the phone records, and I could be sure of that. He could not have called and said that it was only half a day before that day that he was afraid of having an affair.

Besides, if he did make a call the first time, he wouldn’t be so angry to come to my house.

More importantly, he could not overturn his own words, expose himself to the fact that he had been sneaking back to the house on the day he was sitting at the table and had entered the house.

I brought back a dish, and my eyes are gone. I’m nervous.

He changed his mind.

In their village, they should be careful not to mention “mama” outside.

And my advice to him, it sounds like a normal word, like a food bargain saying, “My brother bought fresh food at your house the other day,” and he wouldn’t think I had an ulterior motive.

But in his mouth, he’ll subconsciously replace “baby” with the closest word, and I think he’s the first to say “daughter.”

But he’d dreamt of having a son, and he’d happen to be a three-year-old. I’m sorry.

That’s more alarming than changing it.

As a result of the activities of the U-shop in the year to promote consumption, the U-discretion was divided between boys and girls, the boys were sold at the sister-in-law’s boyfriend’s shop, and only girls could buy it.

He said his son bought it, and I’m sure she’ll hear something.

And, in fact, the hint is not the first but the second.

And he’s going to say, “This U-drive, I’ll take it back to my son, and he says it’s a problem with a dozen of the chips, and it’s a fake. “

The seller would look at the chip through the USB mouth, and naturally the chip would be fine — but I took it apart and put it on a note, and then went back in reverse.

Then you’ll see at first sight that the chip is in reverse dress. If it’s a china thing, there’s no need to do it. I’ve got more winning than losing.

It’s been a few days since someone saw Shawy again.

He was not always in the village, and he was the main planner of the “gifts” and the trafficking, and he spent most of his time in the city and had never been able to return to the village.

So I couldn’t reach him and nobody cared.

Until everyone saw him at the old Ho home.

The other day, the villagers accidentally “punished” a woman, and he had to bury her in the daytime.

A group of people gathered in the yard of the old house, which was usually not able to look at it, and there were people whose eyes were sharp and who saw a pit in the corner, which appeared to be new soil, but who they had not buried in those days.

The earth is still clean, and Shawy’s half-breathed face is exposed.

The crowd was in a state of panic, and the village chief turned around and said, “Who is this?”

There’s a button in it.

No doubt it was the button he pulled off the killer.

On the same day, the dress she was wearing lost a button.

The shivering of the greeting will only say no. Suddenly, several people remembered, and on the day of the White House, they met Shawy, who was leaving the village, and were looking for him in a hurry and saying something important.

Clothes buttons, last seen by Shawy, the Her home yard, and the crowd was so aware and so hated.

She suddenly seemed to have thought something out of her mind, looked me up in the eye, and I looked in my heart and waited for her to speak, and she even failed to speak, and fell down in the back of her head.

After all, He Xin was one of them, and he killed her himself, and it was hard for the villagers to say anything.

I looked straight at the blood in front of me and went back to my house.

I didn’t think they’d kill her so hard, even when they said they killed her.

The village has lost its backbone. There’s always some confusion. But the tricks and techniques of Shawy have taught them many times, and they have laid down their minds and felt they could continue without Shawy.

But they failed, and I look forward to night and night, and finally the moon.

In the middle of the night, the devils were handcuffed in their sleep. And innocent women, no one was injured that night.

The moon was bright that night, so I was late. I am indeed moving forward, and I have not looked back for a moment. But the moon was too bright.

The policewoman who was around me was not comforting me, and she was not rushing to see me get smaller and smaller.

Until I stopped moving, she followed my eyes and saw a man outside the perimeter.

My boyfriend.

He’s a lot thinner, he’s a little shaky, he’s a little restless.

Suddenly I tried to get down, and I pulled my hand from the police officer, I tried to cover my face, or I just scratched.

The policewoman gently pressed me, and she told me literally that the boy called the police.

She told me that he had called the police a few years earlier and that he suspected that his girlfriend had disappeared, except that there were too few leads to locate the suspect. The police station, which followed the case several times, had probably locked up an area. On the same day, the boy came to the police station again after having received a telephone call.

I don’t remember much of what happened after that day, but the only thing I still remember is my boyfriend.

I don’t think I agreed. Maybe because of that time he was inexplicable, black and bearded.

He’d haunt me every day and ask me if he’d look bad. I haven’t worked out lately.

To be honest, I don’t remember the reason for the rejection, but I certainly didn’t last long. How can I not want to marry him if I love him so much?

We’ll walk the next road together, we’ll be happy and safe and happy.

There’s absolutely no evil ghost who drags into hell.

The end–

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I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.