The white plastic bag containing the garbage slipped out of a perfect parabola, and I was about to fall into the trash can without mistake, and I was about to shout "yes" with a sense of accomplishment, when I suddenly felt a force hit the back of my head, it should be a wooden stick or something, and then as soon as it was dark, I lost consciousness and passed out.

I never imagined that if I threw out the garbage, I would be beaten with a stick, I was really a little back, I stuffed my teeth when I drank cold water, and I could kick my ass with my heels when I walked......

I don't know how long I was unconscious, but I was woken up by a heart-rending scream, and when I woke up, the dim lights in front of me, and the diffuse smell of feces and urine from my nostrils told me that it was definitely not in a hotel.

I was lying down, but when I woke up, I felt a lot of pain in the back of my head, but I had recently experienced a fight, and my vigilance had grown slightly. So I hurriedly prepared to stand up, but before I could stand up straight, I only heard a "bang" from above, and at the same time, there was a cone pain above my head, and I couldn't help but "Ah!" He screamed and quickly crouched down with his head in his hands.

This is the instinctive reaction of the human being, when the head hits a hard object, the severe pain will make people subconsciously hold it with their hands. Strange to say, this action does not relieve the pain in the slightest, but why do people do it instinctively? Later, I pondered this question and came to the conclusion that holding my head in my hands was not to relieve the pain of the impact, but to block the next impact, and that in such a moment of severe pain, all human behavior was indistinguishable from that of animals.

After a long time, I felt that the pain in the part of the impact had subsided a lot, so I had the heart to raise my head and look around. After taking a closer look at the surrounding boys, I realized that I was in a cube iron cage with a side length of about 1.5 meters, no wonder I hit my head when I wanted to get up.

Speaking of the head, I was really unlucky, except for the stunned stick in the back of the head, and now the top of the head is also hot and painful, but fortunately, there is no obvious difference between the two pains, so I ruled out the possibility that the back of the head will make me have a concussion.

Looking closely, I saw that this iron cage was only a flat steel plate below, and the front and back, left and right sides and the top were welded with rusty steel bars of two thumb thicknesses, and in front of it was a small door with an iron lock as big as a palm hanging on it.

I looked at this cage that looked like a beast, and I was secretly shocked, it seems that I was locked up like an animal by others, is it a robbery? When I touched my pockets, the pockets of my clothes and pants were empty, and there was still a trace of my mobile phone, and even the remaining thirty-seven and a half yuan for buying food were gone, and I was sure that I had been robbed.

When I thought of fortunately, I had a huge amount of money in the bank card in the ancient book and didn't bring it with me, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, this bit of family background is not mine, but I am keeping it, if it is robbed, let alone how to explain it to my senior brother, how to solve the next meal has become a problem.

I'm very puzzled, you said that you robbed and robbed, it was nothing more than holding a knife to my neck, saying that a call would kill me, and then after searching my body, take away the mobile phone and the only thirty-seven and a half yuan, why did you bring people here?

I don't know if it's because of the ghost thing, but I'm quite stable in my heart when I encounter such a thing as a robbery, although I can't say that I am not shocked, but I don't have too much fear and panic.

The steel bars of the cage were very dense, only four fingers wide between each other, so it was impossible to get out of the gap, so I lay on the edge of the cage and began to study the situation outside the cage.

Although I always feel uncomfortable when I look out of the cage, I can see it clearly, but after looking at it for a long time, I still don't have a clue where I am trapped.

The only thing I know for sure is that the temperature is relatively low, and there is not a single window on all the walls, indicating that this should be a basement. Moreover, I am not the only one who is as unlucky as me, and there is an iron cage of equal size seven or eight meters to my left and right, and there is also a person lying in it, but at the moment they all seem to be in a coma like me before.

"Hey, hey, don't sleep, wake up!"

I just screamed, and suddenly remembered the scream I had just woken up and heard, and I couldn't help but shudder. That kind of sound can only be made after such a terrible torture.

Thinking of that scream, I couldn't help but start to get restless, and shouted loudly at the cages on the left and right a few times, but still didn't hear any response, and the people in the cages on the left and right were still motionless, but at the moment my attention was more attracted by their clothes.

Based on my imagination and understanding of the robbery industry, before the robbery, there must be a basic judgment about the person who is going to do it. Even if you can't see how much cash the target has on his body, and the specific economic level, he must at least find a well-dressed person to do it, and take 10,000 steps back, and then find someone to start, and he can't find a beggar, right?

Yes, though the two caged men had their backs to me, so that I could not see their faces, the filthy clothes, the messy hair like a chicken coop, and the blackened back of their necks, were clearly the same as the beggars I had seen on the road.

As soon as this thought arose, combined with the scream I heard when I woke up, I instantly shuddered, and the cold sweat on my forehead began to trickle down uncontrollably, flowing into my eyes, causing a burst of soreness and pain in my eyes, and tears flowed out.

It wasn't robbery, but whether rich or poor, and they kept us in cages, and I heard a terrible scream before I woke up, all these signs indicated that the people who gave me a stick should have taken some of my organs, or some of them.

"TMD, it seems that I have encountered the trafficking of human organs, what kind of evil has I Jiang Ling created, and I have encountered all the bad things!"

burst into a foul language, barely diluting a little of the fear in his heart, but he remembered that his kidneys or the corners of his eyes or any organ in his body were about to be taken down by others. What's more, I have read a report that organ traffickers do not give anesthetics to their victims when they cut their organs in order not to cause the slightest damage to their organs. On the contrary, there is a saying that only when the victim is extremely conscious, the body's metabolism is the most normal, and the organs removed at this time are also the healthiest.