Record of northern Myanmar

A week has passed since I came back from Master Long, and Ahu hasn't come back yet.

Regarding Song Huai's matter, I can't discuss it with him.

When I go in and out, I always feel like someone is staring at me.

I basically won't go out unless necessary.

Even when I went out, from the park to the casino, I brought a lot of people with me.

Coming and going, it felt like a street kid leading a bunch of gun-toting thugs swaggering through the city.

There is really no way I can do this.

I was really afraid of being kidnapped and going through a life that would be worse than death again.

The more high-profile I am, the less those people dare to touch me.

And Snakehead Lao Yu is indeed a veteran who has been working for many years.

More than two hundred piglets were obtained from him one after another.

The park is basically up and running.

During this period, I called Alai again and asked about Myawaddy's situation.

Fortunately, everything is business as usual over there.

There are new piglets from all countries, like the United Nations, and various languages ​​can be heard in the workshop every day.

The guards over there don't speak all languages.

Most only speak Burmese and Thai, and half also speak Chinese and English.

Therefore, Brother Song didn't know where he got guards who could speak multiple languages. He did nothing else every day but just kept an eye on the piglets who spoke different languages ​​to prevent them from secretly communicating with the outside world.

Actually, I think his worries are a bit unnecessary.

After many foreign piglets came in, they collapsed more completely than the Chinese, and they were more obedient and easier to manage than the Chinese.

Brother Song once called me to ask about the situation in northern Myanmar and told me about those foreign piglets.

Phone scams targeting their home countries have an exceptionally high success rate.

But the only regret is that the income is too small and not as rich as the Chinese.

Therefore, he hopes that we can still get more Chinese people there.

To this, I could only agree, but I also expressed the principle that although mosquitoes are small, they are still meat. The more piglets, the better. It doesn’t matter which country they are from, as long as they make money.

Brother Song laughed loudly and said that I was right, and then asked Ahu again.

"Hasn't he contacted you yet?"

I asked back, "Brother Song, will something happen to Brother Hu?"

He was silent for a while and said: "Probably not! Then wait a little longer. I'm afraid things will be very troublesome this time."

Does Brother Song know what Ahu went to do, otherwise he wouldn't have said this.

"Okay, Brother Song!"

After hanging up the phone, I was a little distracted.

When did Brother Song become so cautious?

He had never spoken to me in this tone before.

At most, you can say, "Do your own thing!" and that's the end of it.

Today, he sounded like he was worried but couldn't tell me.

He asked me about the situation in northern Myanmar. Why didn't he come back and take a look?

It suddenly occurred to me that when I first decided to go to Myawaddy, I was in a hurry.

After being tricked by Cao Bin, he was wanted by the domestic police.

Thinking of this, I quickly walked to the computer and sat down, opened the domestic web page, and searched for information on wanted persons on the police website.

As a result, Brother Song’s photo was clearly hanging in the first place!

I couldn't help but laugh.

In the photo, Brother Song is hunched over with his head raised and his eyes looking at the person in front of him. His expression and movements are extremely funny. It is still a candid photo.

I guess it was Cao Bin who did it.

Because I saw that the background of the photo was a wall of a studio in the park, with a slogan!

Looking at the other wanted posters, I basically don’t recognize them.

I closed the web page, and by some strange coincidence, I started searching for missing persons again.

Everyone is alive and disappears somewhere in a certain month and year.

There were a lot of people, a lot of people.

There are mostly young girls, but very few men.

I scrolled down, and slowly, my movements became slower and slower, and I saw familiar faces.

Some people are in our campus.

When I saw the photo of one of them, my hands trembled.

it's me!

That's me in that photo!

It says, Lin Meng, male, in May 2001, claimed to have made an appointment with a fellow villager to work abroad, and disappeared in Yunnan. Anyone who has seen this person can call ***.

I stared blankly at my own photo, my mind went blank for a moment, like a dead person, losing the ability to think.

It has been a year since I came to Myanmar, and I seem to have forgotten who I am.

I'm doing everything I hated the most, but I'm happy with it.

I am no longer me...

I don’t know how long I sat in the office, but it was already dark outside.

I didn't turn on the light, only the fluorescent light from the computer screen illuminated my pale face.

"Brother Meng?"

I woke up suddenly, raised my head, and saw a person standing at the door, with his back to the light in the corridor.

"What's the matter?" I frowned, my throat was a little hoarse, and I cleared it, "What's the matter?"

The lights suddenly turned on, and I squinted my eyes.

Qin Feng came over and said, "Brother Meng, you've been sitting here all day and haven't eaten the food. What happened? You look so ugly."

I was shocked to realize that one day had passed just like that.

And now it's after nine o'clock in the evening.

There are already cold meals on the coffee table.

I rubbed my face, exhaled, and leaned back, "I forgot! I'm so hungry!"

After saying that, I got up and wanted to go to the sofa to have something to eat. Unexpectedly, I got dizzy and fell forward.

"Brother Meng!" Qin Feng caught me, made me lie down on the sofa, then opened the door and shouted outside, "Brother Meng fainted, go and call the doctor!"

"I'm fine!" I waved my hand and forced myself to sit up. "It seems like I have low blood sugar."

As soon as Qin Feng heard this, he immediately ran to the bar and poured me a glass of sweet wine.

"Brother Meng, take a sip first!"

I laughed and took it, "This is the first time I heard that hypoglycemia was caused by drinking!"

"This is sweet wine!" He said, "It's like juice, take a sip!"

I looked at Qin Feng who was full of worry in a funny way, but I still raised my head and drank.

There were footsteps at the door, and the doctor was dragged over by two guards.

He took a breath and said, "You want my life!"

"Hurry and show Brother Meng!" the guard said, "Brother Meng fainted just now!"

I wanted to explain that it was hypoglycemia. Don’t get me wrong, I was not terminally ill, so the doctor held me down.

"Don't move! I'll check if you have a heart problem!"

Before I could explain, he lifted up my shirt and inserted his cold stethoscope.

Ajuan ran over in a hurry.

"Ah Meng!" Her eyes were red.

Damn, this is a big deal.

I quickly pulled the doctor away and put on my clothes.

"I'm fine! I'm fine!" I said, "You guys are making me feel like I have a terminal illness. I was just so busy that I forgot to eat, and my blood sugar level is low!"

When they heard this, they were all stunned.

I stood up and turned around twice, "Look, isn't it good?"

Ajuan came over, looked me up and down, and looked at the doctor uneasily.

The doctor shook his head innocently.

"Really?" she asked me.

I pulled Qin Feng over and said, "If you don't believe me, ask him! Yes, it's all you. You gave me some sweet wine and you even yelled at me! Tell me, did you do it on purpose?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed down hard.

He immediately laughed and cooperated: "Brother Meng, I was wrong! I was wrong! I was just shocked, thinking you were going to die!"

"Holy shit!" I couldn't stop laughing and pushed him away, "You're the one who's going to die! Okay, okay, let's all leave!" Seeing the doctor shaking his head and walking away, I quickly said to Ajuan: "Get me some food, I'm starving!"

She glared at me angrily, turned around and walked out, "Forget it if you starve to death!"