The storm of electronic fraud, the day I was deceived into northern Myanmar

I opened my eyes drowsily, feeling dizzy, as if I had been hit hard by a hammer.

The surrounding environment seemed blurry, but I could feel a pungent smell, which was a stench of urine and mildew mixed together.

I tried to sit up, but my body seemed to be pressed down by something heavy and I couldn't move.

I managed to raise my head and saw that I was surrounded by airtight walls. There was a pile of garbage and debris piled in the corners. The stench came from there.

I turned my head and found that there were other people in the room, huddled in the corner, with pale faces and empty eyes.

Their clothes were in tatters and their skin was covered in scars and stains, making them look like a group of beggars.

I tried to speak, but only a hoarse sound came out of my throat.

I closed my eyes and felt an endless despair.

will i die?

I do not know……

I only know that I can't escape from this place, I can only wait here, waiting for an unknown fate.

Time passed slowly, as if centuries had passed. When I was carried out of the house, I saw the sun again.

I have never thought that the sky is so beautiful...

Drowsily, I fainted again.

I had a long, confusing dream. In the dream, I seemed to be a child again.

Back to that summer when I was running barefoot in the fields.

Back to the university classroom...

Back to the dining table in my hometown...

During this period, I woke up and fainted several times. I don't know how long passed in this half-dream and half-awake state.

After I got a little better, I found myself lying in a ward-like room.

where is this?

"Are you awake?" A woman in a white coat asked standing in front of me.

I stared at her for several seconds, and an idea came to my mind.

Am I being rescued?

When I didn't say anything, the woman took off the mask on her face.

Her face is dignified, and her eyebrows are as long as crescent moons. Her short hair was fresh and neat, exposing her ears. The earlobes were slightly thick, with a pair of small earrings hanging on them.

The bridge of the nose is straight, and underneath is a pair of sexy thin lips. Although the lip color is light, it gives people a slightly seductive feeling.

However, these were covered by the scar on her face.

It was a long scar that started from the corner of her right eye, diagonally cut across her cheek, and extended to her chin. It was like a centipede crawling on her face, ferocious and terrifying.

The color of the scar was darker than the surrounding skin, and the edges were somewhat uneven. It looked like it had been scratched by some sharp object. The marks left behind had healed, but they still looked shocking.

Whenever there is an expression on her face, the scar becomes a little distorted, making her feel uncomfortable.

If it weren't for this scar, she would definitely be a beauty, the kind of pure and smart beauty, the kind of beauty that still makes people's eyes shine without applying makeup.

However, now, this scar is like a symbol in her life, suggesting that her past may contain unspeakable pain and frustration.

She took a glass bottle from the bedside table, opened it, and then fed the liquid into my mouth.

The sweet liquid entered my mouth and slid down my throat, allowing me to slowly regain some strength.

Just when I was still enjoying my drink, the woman took the bottle away and said, "This is glucose. You are too weak now, so you can't drink too much."

I swallowed and asked, "Where is this? Is it a hospital?"

She smiled, and the scars on her face moved as if they were alive: "Well, this is indeed a hospital, but a campus hospital."

I was slightly startled: "Park hospital?"

This reminds me of a place that feels creepy every time I pass by.

How did I get sent here?

Is it...

"Don't worry, you haven't matched your blood type and HLA yet," the woman said.

"What do you mean..." I asked.

She smiled, but there was a hint of joking in her smile: "Only after the blood type and HLA are matched can the operation be possible."

"What are you doing for surgery?" I asked after taking a breath.

"What do you think?"

Suddenly, my whole body felt cold.

They want to sell my organs!

"You are lucky. There happened to be a boss who spent a lot of money to buy a kidney. Otherwise, you would have died long ago." The woman said.

"You want to remove my kidney?" I asked.

The woman glanced at me from head to toe: "It depends on the situation."

"It depends on the situation?"

The woman pointed at me: "If there are no major problems with the corneas, pancreas, liver, and heart, they can basically be removed. Of course, this depends on whether we can find a corresponding buyer."

She said this in an understatement, as if she didn't think of me as a person at all.

I don't have any strength in my body and I can't even move even if I want to.

"What? Are you scared?" The woman smiled at me.

I didn't answer her, but fell silent.

"It's normal to be afraid. Now that you're here, don't even think about getting out alive."

As she said that, she pulled a chair over from the side and sat on the chair. With some curiosity in her eyes, she asked, "What have you done? To make King He Hell so angry?"

I remain silent.

"What? You don't want to tell me?" She said with a smile, "If you are willing to tell me, I can help you when the time comes for the operation to make you die faster."

I stared at her feebly: "What do you want me to say?"

"Tell me how you made He Keliang so angry?"

"I have no idea……"

"do not know?"

The woman crossed her arms, tapping her fingers lightly on her arms.

After about half a minute, I said: "I was framed..."

She raised her brows: "Being framed? Tell us."

I don't know if it is useful to tell her this matter, but I know that now I can only tell her this matter.

I've figured out the whole thing.

A Niu stole He Keliang's customer information and then gave it to me.

I used that information to place orders and achieve results.

Later, for some unknown reason, He Keliang found out about this.

It's just that I can't figure out a few things right now. Why would Aniu do this?

And why did He Keliang want to capture Wang Xiaolong first?

There are many questions in many places, but I can’t figure them out no matter how hard I think about them.

I tried my best to tell everything in detail.

After listening to my narrative, the woman touched her chin and fell silent.

After a moment, she looked at me: "Is everything you said true?"

I nodded.

She rolled her eyes, stood up, took out a box of women's cigarettes from her white coat, lit one and started smoking, as if she was thinking about something.

Watching her smoking, I said, "Can you give me one?"