Mo Hongyan walked aimlessly on the street with her head down, feeling helpless and angry, and was fired by a company today. She couldn't figure it out, she just wanted to find a job, commute normally, go shopping normally, find a boyfriend normally, and live an ordinary life, why was it so hard.

By the time her teenage father left, she had become a bad girl who didn't care about anything, smoking, drinking, fighting, fooling around with a bunch of thugs, and being a nuisance everywhere anyway. It wasn't until her mother became seriously ill and told her with her last breath before she died that she must change her ways, that she started a new life.

After all, it's not a teenager who doesn't know anything and isn't afraid of anything, so you have to plan for the future. So she wiped off her heavy makeup, took off her miniskirt, changed her strange hairstyle of dyed red and green back to her normal shawl hairstyle, changed into professional clothes, and began to go in and out of high-end office buildings to find some work that she could do.

Everything started well, although his education is not high, but his appearance is outstanding, he is tall, and he has a bumpy figure, and there is no problem in applying for a front desk or reception.

But sometimes it's not that you don't get into trouble, and trouble doesn't come for you. I found several jobs, but I was harassed by my sanctimonious boss more than once. Or imply that you want to be promoted and dedicate yourself, or ostensibly pursue you, but in fact they are tricking you into getting laid. Anyway, her appearance is dark and shameless.

This time, too, because the general manager saw her once when he came to the company, he fell in love with her, and then arranged for her to go to the office alone, intentionally or unintentionally. She endured it for work, and later, the fat general manager actually began to move his hands and feet. Today's most excessive, I actually asked her to go under the table to help him pick up a pen that he deliberately lost. Mo Hongyan originally wanted to endure it and pick it up and go out quickly, but she didn't expect the pig to boldly touch her buttocks.

I couldn't bear it anymore this time, Mo Hongyan jumped up violently, and it was a slap in the face to shake his hand, and the person who hit such a fat person actually turned around in place. Then he grabbed the thin hair on the head of this fat-headed, big-eared guy, dragged him out of the office, and then sat on his grease-filled stomach in front of all the office people, and slapped him more than a dozen times in a row. He didn't stop until this cowardly guy couldn't even cry out for mercy.

When the others reacted and called for security to call the police, the fat general manager got up and yelled not to call the police.

Mo Hongyan tore off the badge hanging on her chest, threw it in the face of the general manager, and left the company without looking back.

It's not easy to be a bad guy, and it's even harder to be a good guy. Mo Hongyan complained, bought a box of cigarettes at a roadside stall, and sat on the steps next to him and smoked it. After a cigarette, she wiped the tears that had already flowed from her face and lit a second one.

At this time, she thinks about her mother the most, whenever she thinks of her mother, she can't stop crying, and then she thinks of her father. If Dad was still around, he wouldn't allow these brutes to bully their daughters like this.

waited until the cigarette butts were thrown on the ground, Mo Hongyan stood up tremblingly. I still have to live a few days, so let's find a job tomorrow, but I have to find someone who doesn't deal with people. Damn it! No, girl, I'll look at the graveyard.

By this time it was also dark, and my stomach was hungry. Mo Hongyan looked around for the restaurant and walked forward with the flow of people. In front of her was a mother leading her four or five-year-old daughter, and the little girl was holding a cartoon balloon in her hand, and from time to time she asked her mother what this was and what that was. Her mother patiently explained to her, and always caressed her daughter's head lovingly.

Whenever she sees this kind of warm picture, Mo Hongyan feels calm in her heart, she silently follows the mother and daughter, and also feels this kind of love together.

Not far away, the little girl was unsteady in her hand, and the balloon flew out. The little girl exclaimed, "Mom, the balloon flew away." Her mother saw that the balloon had flown onto the road, and hurriedly comforted her: "It's okay, Mom will buy you one later." This one flew far away, and we couldn't catch up. The little girl stubbornly said, "I don't, I want this." He broke free from his mother's hand and chased after the balloon.

At this time, it is the rush hour after work, and the road shuttles are coming and going, how can a short girl chase a balloon. Her mother saw the child running towards the road shouting loudly, but she forgot to catch up.

At the critical moment, Mo Hongyan took care of a lot, and rushed forward with an arrow. Then, in the midst of the sudden sound of cars braking and people's exclamations, she took the little girl in her arms.

I don't know how long it has been, Mo Hongyan woke up slowly. "It's not dawn yet, huh?" When she opened her eyes and found that it was pitch black all around, she muttered, since it was still early, let's go to sleep again. I turned over and wanted to sleep again. Who would have thought that when the leg bent and didn't know what it hit, it hurt hard. Mo Hongyan subconsciously got up and touched the place where it hurt. What I didn't expect was that my forehead hit what looked like a wall. She screamed, then covered her head and screamed. It's a pity that it's too dark, I can't see anything, and I don't know what I hit it.

Now she didn't dare to move, and when the pain in her head subsided a little, she reached out and touched around. I didn't touch it twice, but I found that under my eyes, there were hard planks on the left and right, and they were extremely heavy. Mo Hongyan was taken aback, what is the situation? Who put me in the box?

The things in front of him were too strange, Mo Hongyan told herself in her heart to calm down, you must be calm. After calming down for a long time, he scolded: "Who is this from his grandmother?" What the are you kidding? What does it mean to put your aunt in a box? Do you want to pack up and go? "While shouting, he was beating around.

"Oops!" Mo Hongyan suddenly found that this box was not big or small, just enough to hold one person. Her heart trembled: "Damn! Is this a coffin? ”

"What the hell happened? How did I get into a coffin? What happens before going to bed? Mo Hongyan tried hard to recall, vaguely remembering that she chased a little girl who ran on the road on the road, and when she hugged her, she didn't remember anything.

"Oh no, I must have put myself in to save people. Was it hit by a car? But I didn't feel any pain all over my body, except for my head, which was also just hit. That means I'm not dead, why put me in a coffin if I'm not dead? So it's not a coffin? But feeling the space around it, there is really no more suitable explanation than a coffin. Mo Hongyan's mind quickly recalled.

Now Mo Hongyan was completely stunned!

"Whether it's or not, I'll go out first. But how to get out, in such a small space, you can't lift your hands, your legs can't move, and you don't have a place to exert your strength. I don't know if I've been buried, but if I do, it's over, and no one will come to save me if I scream and cut my throat. But that's not right, isn't it all cremation now? Who is going to bury me in the ground? Phew, what am I thinking? Mo Hongyan shook his head and thought.

No matter what, always make a final effort. So Mo Hongyan raised her hand and kicked her legs, kicking and smashing around, hoping that someone outside would hear her and come to save her, even if she was passing by.

After a long time, his strength was exhausted, and Mo Hongyan cried out loud.

She couldn't help but complain in her heart, "What is this called? It wasn't going well, and being a good person again cost him his life. God, are you here to fix me? If you want my life, come to a happy place, suffocate me to death in this box, how much enmity do I have with you? ”

I've cried enough, I've made enough trouble, and I don't have the strength to cry anymore. Mo Hongyan's eyes were dull, and all thoughts were discouraged, and there was really no other way than to accept his fate and wait for death.

After a while, it gradually became difficult to breathe, and just as it was in the confusion, I suddenly heard two "bang" sounds, as if someone was beating outside. Mo Hongyan thought that he had heard it wrong, thinking that he was hallucinating, so he was busy holding his breath and concentrating, and listened carefully, but he didn't hear any sound again.

It seems that the brain is hallucinating due to lack of oxygen!

As soon as I thought of this, I heard a strange sound from "Dong Dong Dong". Mo Hongyan knew that this time it was definitely not an illusion, and was about to shout for help. Suddenly, there was a "creak" at the place under my feet, revealing a gap, and a beam of white light shot in.

Not knowing what was going on, she didn't dare to move, her eyes fixed on the place where the light was exposed. Then there was a loud bang, and there was a sudden brightness in front of him, and the plank above his head was lifted.