The dark room was filled with the smell of mold.

Chen Siming wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and couldn't wash away the regret in his heart.

She huddled with the other three girls, shivering.

"I knew I shouldn't have believed in this job, what should I do now?"

There was also a girl kneeling on the ground in front of her, crying and begging for mercy in her native dialect she did not understand.

The girl was covered in scars, and there was a cut in the corner of her forehead, and she was bleeding profusely.

The man was shirtless, with a tattoo on his chest and a cigarette in his mouth, and sat in the corner of the table and swallowed the clouds, which was terrifying.

But the same person, a few days ago, was so kind and pleasant, approached her as a fellow villager, and said that he wanted to help her introduce work.

Chen Siming believed it and came along, who knew that this kind of thing would happen.

He carried a rattan in his hand, and he tapped the windowsill again and again, crackling.

"One counts as one, and if you enter here today, you will say goodbye to your past! Make money, you are lying to earn, do a good job, you can retire in ten years. Those who are disobedient will have to die here today! ”

Fellow villagers speak like leaders, but what they can say is bastard.

Bang bang!

There was a knock on the door, and the townsfolk threw away their cigarettes to open the door.

Outside the door was another man, who looked nervous and said to his fellow villagers, "The old lady has fled." ”

"What? Escaped? The fellow villager was startled, "Didn't you lock it up, how did you escape?" ”

"Hey! What's the use of saying all of that now? Hurry up, lest you be tracked down by the patrol. The man urged.

"Rub, clean me for trouble!" The fellow scolded, in his hometown.

Chen Siming's heart panicked suddenly, the old ladies in their mouths can't be that aunt, right?

Locked up with them was the mother of the girl who was kneeling on the ground.

That's right, fellow villagers are doing the criminal business of human trafficking. The girl in front of her was abducted by them.

The girl's mother searched for traces and followed her all the way, but was detained by them and locked up in a small dark room.

The two men chatted for a while, and immediately began to act.

They found a bunch of ropes, tied the girls separately, and then strung them like sugar gourds.

During this period, some people writhed and resisted, Chen Siming watched his fellow villagers, slapped the girl in the face, the corners of her mouth and nostrils were bleeding, and she almost passed out.

"Whoever resists again, Lao Tzu will kill her here!" The fellow took out a watermelon knife from the drawer, struck the back of the knife on the table, and warned the girls viciously.

Everyone didn't dare to gasp for breath, they were honestly tied, and they had to put their hands tied with ropes against the wall and sneak out quietly.

Two men, one leading the way in front and the other in the back, hurried deeper into the alley.

The alleys extend in all directions, as complex as the Bagua Array.

After Yang Weicheng came in, he was simply stunned. When he met people, he asked if he had seen a very fierce man or a very poor girl.

Everyone looked at him like a fool: "Are you looking for a man or a woman?" ”

Whenever he encounters this kind of rhetorical question, Yang Weicheng can only smile bitterly.

There is no way, it is urgent to save people, there are too few clues, he can only be a fool first.

After this time, Yang Weicheng made up his mind that in the future, Lao Tzu would never do this kind of uncertain, two-hundred-and-five thing.

At a T-junction, Yang Weicheng stopped and hesitated, where to go?

At this time, there are people walking in each alley, students are out of school, adults are off work, and it is lively. There was only one alley, narrow and damp, and only a few people were walking.

He looked a few more times and noticed that the people were a little strange.

These people, male and female, seem to be passers-by at first glance, and they have nothing to do with each other.

But on closer inspection, they maintain an almost uniform distance between them, about 30 centimeters.

Yang Weicheng was curious, and after looking at it twice, he found clues for him.

All of them were girls, and none of the men at the beginning or end looked like serious people. Especially the one who walks behind, with his hands behind his back, holding a newspaper rolled into a tube.

Yang Weicheng's head was swishing in a cold sweat, and he was sure that it was them.

"Brother, please wait a minute!" He followed a few steps and shouted at the man.

Normally, the person should have looked back curiously.

But this person is not, the more Yang Weicheng screams, the faster they go, and the queue is very neat. It's just that someone slowed down, and was bumped into by the man, shouting and scolding in a low voice.

Yang Weicheng was determined.

He stopped shouting and chased after him.

There was a rush to run, and Knock Knock caught up.

Those few people didn't look back, they also rushed on.

Seeing that Yang Weicheng was about to catch up, the man who was suddenly walking at the end turned his head and glared at him fiercely.

Although the man didn't speak, his eyes were enough to say everything: "If you don't want to die, don't meddle." ”

Yang Weicheng grinned.

The man wanted to scold a few words, but he kicked him and kicked him directly.

Under the severe pain, the paper tube in the man's hand fell to the ground, and when there was a loud sound, it turned out to be wrapped in a watermelon knife.

The movement behind made the others stop and look back, and the sights of Yang Weicheng and Chen Siming met so unexpectedly.

One surprise, the other didn't have time to think about it, the enemy's fist was already waving.

Yang Weicheng and the man were circling, and the man who walked in front also hurriedly turned around to help.

Chen Siming suddenly screamed, rushed over and bumped into the man, stopping him from passing. The other girls were dumbfounded, not knowing what was going on.

This alley is the least crowded, and even if someone hears the sound and comes to see what is going on, they don't dare to meddle easily.

Yang Weicheng grabbed the man's fist, grabbed him by the hair, bang, bang, bang, punch after punch, and hit him in the face.

What do you mean by that?

In society, I Brother Yang, people don't talk much.

The man was beaten powerlessly, and his body was weak for a second.

Yang Weicheng was angry, regardless of it, he didn't notice a figure behind him, the man leaned over and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

"Alright boy, it's going to kill you if you fight again."

Yang Weicheng's nerves were tense, full of hostility towards the person who suddenly appeared behind him, and subconsciously punched him.

The man hurriedly resisted, but after all, he couldn't stand the young man's blood.

The punch hit him directly in the shoulder, and he burst into tears and cursed in pain.

"I'm ***, what a wolf cub!"

Hearing the people behind him scolding people in Zhonghai dialect, Yang Weicheng couldn't help but be stunned, stopped and looked back.

I saw a middle-aged man with sharp eyes and a resolute face standing behind him, knowing that he had hit the wrong person.

"Who are you?" He asked.

Lao Zheng angrily showed his ID: "Patrol!" ”

Yang Weicheng breathed a sigh of relief, leaned his back against the wall, and threw the soft egg in his hand to Lao Zheng: "Great, here you go, take it away quickly." ”

He snorted and panted, sweating profusely, and turned his head to look at Chen Siming, wondering if this girl had found her father? Why is it here again?

Lao Zheng's brows tightened, this punch reminded him of his early twenties, this kid is full of wolf nature.

The guy at the front of the team, seeing that the situation was not good, ran with his feet, and was already blocked by the blue and white stripes.

"Where are you going? I've been guarding you for a long time! "The blue and white stripes kicked on the foot.

As if they had been granted amnesty, the girls sat on the ground one by one, dazed and helpless, crying. Only Chen Siming, she walked up to Yang Weicheng and raised her hand to gently wipe his sweat.

"Thank you." She whispered.

"What's the matter with you?" Yang Weicheng didn't say anything polite to her, and asked with a frown.

Chen Siming lowered his head in shame.

Over there, Blue and White Stripes and Lao Zheng grabbed one by one, and the two converged.

"Lao Zheng, what's going on with this kid?" He asked.

Lao Zheng rubbed his shoulders and scolded Yang Weicheng in his heart.

"Take them all back to ask about the situation first, and quickly deploy at night, don't let the old man run away." Old Zheng Dao.

Just like that, Yang Weicheng was taken to the police station again.

After some questioning, taking notes, and tossing, he was exhausted and sat down in the hallway to rest.

Yang Weicheng thought that he would have to send Chen Siming home for a while, lest there be any more moths on this girl's road.

From the patrol, he probably figured out what was going on.

Chen Siming wanted to find a job, but was abducted into the fire pit by his fellow villagers.

"There is really no shortage of wicked people!" Yang Weicheng sighed.

A man and a woman hurried into the office hall.

Li Dong followed the policewoman and chattered vigorously.

"Comrade patrol, you have to call the shots for me, my brother is gone......"

"Why are you like a bullshit plaster? Just like your brother, he will never be harmed, and it would be good if he didn't harm others......"

Hearing Li Dong's words, and seeing the face that resembled Lin Xi, Yang Weicheng had a black line in his head.

"This Dongzi, what do you mean I'm gone......"

He hurriedly waved at Li Dong: "Dongzi, I'm here!" ”

Li Dong was pleasantly surprised when he heard his voice: "Wei Cheng, why are you here?" ”

Hurriedly threw down the policewoman, ran to Yang Weicheng, grabbed his shoulder and looked left and right, for fear that he would be injured.

The policewoman walked over and glared at him with a dark face: "You are quite conscious, don't you feel proud of wasting our police resources?" ”

"Comrade, you misunderstood." Yang Weicheng smiled at her, "I'm here to learn from Lei Feng to do good deeds." ”

He gestured to the office.

The policewoman looked at him suspiciously, do a good deed? It's good not to cause trouble to the people, so I'm too lazy to believe this guy.