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

After a few minutes I was put in a car.

I had no idea where they were taking me.

I can't understand what's going on now!

Could it be that Li Yan's little sister caused some trouble?

So when they heard that I came to find her, these people thought I was with her?

Apart from this reason, I really can't figure out why they wanted to kidnap me!

"Where are you taking me?" he asked.

The answer was a heavy blow to my head!

The guy sitting next to me hit me hard on the head with the handle of his gun: "If you fucking talk again, I'll shoot you to death!"

The Chinese they spoke was not fluent, but had some Cantonese accent.

The car drove for more than half an hour, and I was taken out of the car.

Because of the hood on my head, I had no idea where they were taking me.

But I vaguely heard the sound of waves.

Are these people trying to throw me into the sea to feed the sharks?

What to do now?

Soon my cell phone and wallet were taken away, and my hands were tied behind my back with zip ties.

After walking for a while, I heard the sound of the iron door opening, and then someone said something in Malay, as if to say hello.

I was pushed to sit on a chair, and with the sound of the door closing, I guessed that I was locked in a certain room.

I could smell a fishy smell in the air and the ground was wet.

I tried to free myself from the tie, but it was of no use.

About half an hour later, along with the sound of the door opening, dense footsteps sounded around me.

Suddenly, the hood on my head was ripped off.

This warehouse is about forty square meters and dimly lit.

The paint on the walls has long since peeled off, revealing a dull cement color, giving people a feeling of depression and desolation.

The corners of the warehouse were filled with various debris, including rusty metal boxes, worn fishing nets and some mechanical parts of unknown purpose.

The air smelled of fish and mildew.

At this time, there were five people standing in front of me, four men and one woman.

Judging from the positions of the five people, the woman should be their head.

The woman looks to be in her mid-twenties, tall, and has a delicate face.

The eyes are deep, the lower eyelashes are like ink, and the raised corners of the eyes reveal a hint of cunning that is not easy to detect.

Her short, curly hairstyle is lazy and casual, highlighting her fair skin.

The red lips seemed to have been carefully painted, and they looked particularly bright even in dim light.

She wore a black coat with a simple red silk underneath.

In this warehouse, she is like a deliberately inserted color, forming a sharp contrast with the darkness around her.

Her fingers were long and slender, with a simple diamond ring on them. The fingertips gently touched her chin, as if she was deep in thought.

I felt a pressure under her gaze.

"I heard you were looking for me?" Her voice was magnetic and slightly hoarse.

"Are you An Qingyue?"

As soon as I opened my mouth, a big man next to me kicked me: "Damn it, did you call Sister Yue's name too?"

I was kicked so hard that I almost fell down with my chair.

"Who asked you to come?" An Qingyue looked at me and asked, with a cold look in her eyes.

It seems that if I don't answer this question well, she may let me die here at any time!

"Do you know Li Yan?" I asked.

"Li Yan?" She frowned.

I added: "Xinghai."

The so-called "Xinghai" is a ship, Li Yan told me.

She told me that if I see An Qingyue, I can bring this boat to her.

Sure enough, when she heard the words "Xinghaihao", An Qingyue's brows widened. She was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "When did you arrive in Malai?"

"Two days ago..."

"Are you from Hu Laosan?"

I was a little surprised. I didn't expect this woman to know Hu Laosan. I nodded: "Yes."

"So, you came from Myanmar?"

"Ah."

She exhaled, grinned, took out a pack of women's cigarettes from her pocket, lit one, and started smoking slowly.

After she took a few puffs, she motioned to the other big guys to go out, and we were the only ones left in the room.

"Did Sister Yan ask you to go to the nightclub to find me?" she asked.

"Ah."

"How can I trust you?"

"Your people took my mobile phone. It has Li Yan's number on it. You can call her."

She hesitated, then walked out of the warehouse.

I don't know who this woman is, but it seems like it's a misunderstanding.

But how did she know Hu Laosan?

If she knew Hu Laosan, why didn't she have Li Yan's contact information?

At first glance, this woman is not a believer, and I don't know what the relationship between her and Li Yan is.

About ten minutes later, two men came in and cut off the tie on my hand, and smiled at me apologetically: "Brother, there was a misunderstanding, don't worry, Sister Yue is waiting for you in the car. "

I smiled and said, "Since it's a misunderstanding, just clarify it."

After leaving the warehouse, I discovered that this was a port.

An Qingyue was sitting in a blue Maserati. When I passed by, she motioned for me to get in the car.

After sitting in the passenger seat, she handed me my mobile phone and wallet, and looked at me with an unexplainable look.

"I'm so sorry." She said to me with a smile.

"It's okay." I pursed my lips and asked, "Did you call Li Yan just now?"

"Fought." She stared at it for a while, which made me feel a little uncomfortable.

Could it be that Li Yan told her about our relationship?

It should be, otherwise she wouldn't be able to keep looking at me like this.

"Your name is Yang Lei, right?" she asked.

"Ah."

"How is Sister Yan doing in Myanmar?"

"pretty good."

She exhaled and stretched out a hand: "Get acquainted again, An Qingyue."

"Yang Lei."

"Looking for a place to chat?" she asked.

"It's okay, but I have to call in advance."

"Ah."

I took out my mobile phone and called Lao Shi. He seemed to have drunk a little too much and asked me on the other end where I had been.

I told him that I would go back later and asked him not to wait for me.

After hanging up the phone, An Qingyue started the car, and with a roar, she took me to a bar on the beach.

We found a seat to sit down and ordered two drinks.

"Did you come here with Hu Laosan this time?" She picked up the cup and took a sip and asked.

I nodded: "Do you know Hu Laosan?"

"Of course I do."

"Then why don't you have Li Yan's contact information?"

She hesitated and said, "Because I didn't know she went to Myanmar with Hu Laosan."

I asked thoughtfully: "What do you do in Kuala Lumpur?"