Bump: My system will be miraculous

Traffickers are interested.

He didn't know from which corner he took out a black ballpoint pen, and lay down on the table to write and draw, while the fingers of his other hand tapped on the table, making rattling sounds.

The quiet atmosphere for a while made Vik's consciousness slightly clearer.

Vic slightly opened his red and swollen eyes, just in time to see the perverted expression on the trafficker's face, but he didn't dare to make any more noise to attract the other party's attention, he didn't want to be beaten any more.

When he thought that he actually revealed the location of An Mixiu, the guilt in his heart made Vic a little hard to restrain.

This kind of guilt tortured Vic's few consciences, but in order not to be beaten and to survive, he could only choose to submit.

"Yes, that's it, it must be fun!"

The trafficker yelled while writing and drawing, his eyes full of morbid persistence.

He could have directly arrested An Mixiu by taking advantage of his age, but he wanted An Mixiu to experience the feeling of being betrayed very maliciously.

He has always liked this kind of drama of being betrayed by a trusted person, especially the hypocritical struggle on the face of the betrayer and the powerless hatred and anger on the face of the betrayed.

Just like... how he behaved when he was mercilessly betrayed by the person he trusted the most and fell into hell!

"Ha! I don't know if that kid will like this surprise."

The trafficker's eyes were scarlet, and he stuck out his tongue and shook his fingers.

He looked with satisfaction at the plan to capture An Mixiu that took a quarter of an hour to come up with, and then cast his gloomy gaze on Vic and Liya.

"The relationship between the three of you must be very good, but I don't know how long this hypocritical friendship can last..."

"Hahaha!! That scene will definitely be exciting..."

The traffickers were crazily talking nonsense.

Vic didn't dare to look at this lunatic. In order to survive, he was forced to become a bait to lure An Mixiu here.

Liya in the cage witnessed the atrocities, and now she was stunned. When the trafficker asked her to cooperate, she couldn't think of resisting at all.

"Behave well, maybe I'll show you mercy and let you go."

The whispers of the traffickers as they tugged at his ears echoed in Vic's mind like a mantra.

He was thrown out of the warehouse by the human traffickers. At this moment, the salty sea breeze was blowing on his face, and he felt severe pain.

Vic got up and stumbled forward, dragging his broken leg towards the hut next to the garbage dump that gave him hope for a short time.

squeak-

The dilapidated wooden door was opened, revealing the warm yellow light inside.

Vic returned to the small hut with injuries all over his body. When he smelled the aroma of the food, his nose was sore and he couldn't help crying.

Only Vic said in a hoarse voice: "An Mixiu... I'm back..."

An Mixiu was dozing off at the dinner table, but when he heard the door opening, he raised his head in a daze, showing a warm smile.

"Oh, you are finally willing to come back, welcome home..."

The faint smell of blood came into the nostrils, and An Mixiu's vision became clear, and he could clearly see the man standing on one foot at the door in a very embarrassing condition.

"Vic! What's wrong with you?!"

An Mixiu's eyes widened suddenly, and he fell off the stool in a panic. He quickly got up and ran to help Vic.

Seeing Vic covered in injuries, An Mixiu couldn't help feeling resentful and distressed.

He clenched his fists, tried his best to suppress the surging emotions in his chest, and asked sternly: "What's going on! Who hit you?! And Liya?!"

Seeing the unreserved anger in An Mixiu's eyes, Vic sniffed, a little moved and a little guilty.

He dodged his eyes, not daring to look at An Mixiu's expression, but he had to do as the trafficker asked.

"An Mixiu, Liya was taken away by human traffickers."

Finally, Vic opened his mouth, and mechanically said the lines that the trafficker asked him to recite.

"I finally escaped, you go and save her."

"If it's too late, she might not know where she was sold..."

Vic's voice became smaller and smaller, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Go quickly... save her..."

An Mixiu didn't notice Vic's strangeness, he carefully helped him to sit down, and then pulled out a small medical box from under the bed.

Inside the small medical box are the gauze alcohol and some daily medicines that An Mixiu bought today. He originally planned to keep them for future use, but he didn't expect that they would come in handy today.

An Mixiu frowned. He carefully treated the wound on Vic's body. When he saw a strange iron ring on his foot, he couldn't help being taken aback.

"Vic, what is this?"

Vik's heart tightened, he shrank his legs subconsciously, and covered the iron ring about two fingers wide with his hands.

"...It's not important, An Mixiu, I'm afraid that Liya will be in danger after a long time, you go and save her!"

Seeing Vic's eager look, An Mixiu paused, keenly feeling that something was wrong.

How does it feel weird?

But An Mixiu didn't ask any more questions after all. He worried that what Vic encountered today was too cruel, so he carefully took care of Vic's emotions.

An Mixiu patiently wrapped up all the wounds on Vic's body, and removed two wooden boards to fix his calf.

Finally, An Mixiu took a deep look at the ring on Vic's feet, and replied softly: "Don't worry, I will save Liya."

"You have a good rest at home, just wait for me to come back."

"……Um."

An Mixiu asked the trafficker's address, but didn't ask Vic why he knew the address. He packed up his things and was going to check on Liya's situation first.

In the silent night, An Mixiu didn't even have time to take a bite, he gently closed the door and left this small shelter.

At this time, Vic was lying on the bed where the three of them had squeezed together with his eyes open, not feeling sleepy at all.

The pain in his body was severe, but what hurt even more was the guilt in his heart.

He clearly knew that he was pushing An Mixiu into an abyss, but he just watched despicably.

"An Mixiu, don't blame me, I have nothing to do..."

Vic muttered, and suddenly stood up. He sat blankly for a while, and then carefully moved to the corner of the kitchen while holding the wooden stick.

On the only table in this room, there was already a hearty meal for them, and there was even a can of chicken soup that had been boiled for a long time.

He looked at the food on the table, his eyes moved, and he even moved over to take a sip of the cold chicken soup.

The taste is very good and delicious.

"Just... a fool."

In the end, he just said something in a self-deprecating manner, and he didn't know who he was talking about.

Then I saw Vic go straight past the meals to the cabinet.

He first pulled out a flat iron hook from under the cabinet, then threw away the balance stick in his hand, sat on the ground, and inserted the hook in his hand along the crack of the floor tile!

"Crack..."

With a soft sound, Vik lifted a floor tile in the corner, revealing a black-gray package hidden underneath.

He opened the bag, and inside was a long knife gleaming with cold light. The handle of the knife was still stained with some black blood.

Vic stared at the sharp blade for a long time, and finally his eyes fell on his broken leg, and a killing intent gradually arose in his heart.

the other side.

An Mixiu came to the abandoned warehouse that Vic said.

This place is far away from the small town, and I don't know how long it has been abandoned, it looks desolate and remote.

An Mixiu carefully checked the terrain. There was a big tree behind the warehouse, facing a small window. He climbed up and looked in through the window.

Inside the dark warehouse, there were brown blood stains on the ground, and An Mixiu couldn't help being angry. He knew that it was probably Vic's blood.

An Mixiu took a deep breath, and secretly warned himself not to be impulsive. He continued to carefully observe the warehouse, and found a big iron cage in the corner, and Liya was huddled in the corner!

Other than that, there is no one else in the warehouse!

An Mixiu frowned, and confirmed again and again that there was indeed no trace of human traffickers in the warehouse.

"Isn't it here?" An Mixiu muttered.

The warehouse door was locked, and it was still a relatively advanced smart lock on the market. He couldn't open it, so he could only carefully open the small window and climb in by taking advantage of his size.

Liya hugged her knees and hid in the corner, her originally clear eyes were only confused and numb, and on her Liya's feet were tied the same anklets as Vic's feet.

Seeing the ring, An Mixiu paused, feeling like he had seen it somewhere before.

"Lia! I'm An Mixiu, how are you doing?"

Not knowing when the traffickers would come back, An Mixiu called Liya in a low voice, but Liya just wanted the porcelain doll that lost her soul, so she didn't respond at all.

An Mixiu looked at Liya worriedly, and patted the pole of the big iron cage with a little strength, which attracted the attention of the people inside.

"An Mixiu...brother..."

Liya raised her dirty face in a daze, and when she saw that it was An Mixiu, she subconsciously backed away.

"Little Liya, don't be afraid, I will definitely rescue you."

An Mixiu checked the lock on the iron cage, and heaved a sigh of relief after seeing the structure clearly. Fortunately, this structure should be able to be equipped with a key.

Liya didn't seem to respond, she just held the ring on her foot, not daring to resist, just kept calling her brother.

An Mixiu couldn't help but think that if Vic was here, he must have a way to pick the lock directly.

I saw that An Mixiu took out the mold and expanded the model of the lock on the cage.

Although he can't pick the lock, Vik can. An Mixiu is going to go back and let Vik see if he can get the key to the cage.

At this time, a burst of footsteps suddenly came from outside the warehouse.

An Mixiu didn't dare to stay longer, so he whispered a few words to comfort Liya, and managed to climb out through the small window before the traffickers opened the door.

An Mixiu hid in the tree, and sure enough, he saw the trafficker kick open the gate, and then came in with two bottles of beer in his left hand and pig's trotters and a bowl of snail powder in his right hand.

He also casually threw a cake into the cage, looking in a good mood.

……