The Divine Eye for Appreciating Treasures: Starting from Escape from Northern Myanmar

The woman staggered through the shadows lengthened by the moonlight and approached the even more dilapidated old house in front of her.

The night wind was bitingly cold, blowing through her thin clothes and making her shiver.

But there was a fire burning in her heart, which was the desire for survival and the yearning for freedom.

The door of the old house was half-open, letting in a dim light that formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding darkness.

The woman took a deep breath, adjusted her mood, forced a smile on her face, pushed open the door and walked in.

Inside the house, a mixture of musty dampness and tobacco smell hit one's nose, making one frown.

The old man was sitting on a rickety wooden chair, a dry cigarette in his mouth, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he was enjoying this rare tranquility.

He was dressed in tattered clothes, his skin was loose, and his face was full of traces of time, but his eyes were unusually bright, as if they could see into people's hearts.

As soon as the woman entered the room, the old man raised his head, glanced at the woman, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The woman's heart tightened, but she still stepped forward, trying to make her voice sound soft and sincere: "Master, I just... I... I didn't mean it. Please forgive me this time."

The old man exhaled a puff of smoke and said slowly, "Oh? Forgive you? Then you have to show some sincerity."

When the woman heard that there was a chance, she nodded and bowed, almost kneeling down: "Master, what do you want? As long as I can do it, I will do my best to satisfy you."

The old man's smile deepened. He looked the woman up and down, with a malicious light in his eyes: "I have everything except fun. If you can make me happy, maybe I will do you a favor."

The woman's heart tightened. She knew what the old man meant, but she had no choice.

She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, as if she was making final mental preparations. When she opened her eyes again, they were filled with determination.

"Master, as long as you can help me contact the outside world and let me leave here, I...I am willing..." The woman's voice trembled, but she still mustered up the courage to say it, "I am willing to do anything."

When the old man heard this, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

He stood up, walked to the woman, and patted her shoulders with his wrinkled hands: "Okay, okay, you have guts. But you have to remember, there is no free lunch in this world. You have to show me your sincerity before I will consider helping you."

As he spoke, the old man took out a worn-out cell phone from his pocket and waved it in front of the woman: "Look, this is your life-saving straw. But you have to show me your sincerity first and make me happy."

The woman looked at the inconspicuous pager and a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes.

She knew that this was her only way out, so she stopped hesitating, closed her eyes, and let the old man do whatever he wanted.

During this process, the night wind was still howling, and the moonlight shone through the dilapidated windows onto the ground, forming mottled light and shadows.

Inside the house, there was no other sound except the old man's heavy breathing and the woman's occasional suppressed moans.

Everything around me seemed to be still, only time was passing by second by second.

Finally, when everything was over, the old man blew out a puff of smoke with satisfaction and handed the cell phone to the woman: "Okay, now you can make your call. But remember, you owe me this."

The woman took the pager with trembling hands, feeling mixed emotions.

She knew she had paid a huge price, but at the moment she couldn't care less.

She just wanted to leave here as soon as possible and start her life again.

She dialed the familiar number and waited for a response.

In the process, she seemed to be in another world, where there was no darkness and despair, only light and hope.

She was looking forward to the response from the other end of the phone and the beginning of a new life.

As the sudden cold light cut through the darkness, Hu Jun's figure appeared silently at the door like a ghost, and his appearance seemed to freeze even the air.

His eyes were like knives, sharp and cold, shooting straight at the woman, as if he could see through all the struggles and hopes in her heart.

Hu Jun's eyes revealed an indescribable complex emotion - anger and disdain for the woman's betrayal, as well as ridicule and pity for her foolish attempt.

"Do you really think you can escape from my grasp?" Hu Jun's voice was low and dangerous, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with unquestionable authority.

He walked slowly towards the woman, his steps steady and powerful, and every step seemed to increase the despair in the woman's heart.

The woman looked at Hu Jun's approaching figure, and the light in her eyes gradually dimmed, replaced by a dead despair.

She knew very well that her feeble resistance was futile and ridiculous in front of Hu Jun.

She tried to struggle, but her hands were bound tightly by invisible fear and she could not move.

Hu Jun walked up to the woman, without saying anything, he grabbed her hair roughly and lifted her up mercilessly.

The woman screamed in pain, but was immediately frightened by Hu Jun's cold eyes, and her voice stopped abruptly, leaving only a faint whimper.

Hu Jun carried the woman in his arms, as if dragging a lifeless object, and strode out of the old house and back into the abandoned house.

The door was shut heavily, blocking out all the sound and light from outside, leaving only the depressing atmosphere in the room and the woman's increasingly rapid breathing.

What kind of punishment will be waiting for her? The woman was filled with fear and anxiety.

She knew that Hu Jun's methods were always cruel and ruthless, and he would show no mercy to anyone who dared to challenge his authority.

She imagined the torture that was about to come and her body trembled involuntarily.

Want to escape? It's hard, harder than climbing to the sky.

This is his territory. There are not many people here, so no one will notice him. Hu Jun doesn't need to go out to make money.

Just enough to eat, we have it all here.

So the two of them have actually been here for quite a long time, and tonight was the closest they got to success, but they still failed.

Once you fail, what it means is self-evident.

If you want to escape this abomination, you can only turn to God for help.

But will God bless you?

I’m not sure if I can survive this time, so where does the hope come from?

The outside world thinks that I am already dead and no one cares.

Under the night sky, there was a look of despair and pain in the woman's eyes.