The man with the scar had a fierce expression and said that since we are on the boat, let's not think about going down easily.

If you want to go down, you can only be fed to the fish!

The two girls were scared and cried, and it was too late to regret it, so they could only obey the crew's arrangement.

The man cursed and put us in a shipping container, which was so hot and humid that we couldn't see the outside.

The iron box was then locked from the outside.

Listening to the chatting voices of the men outside the tin skin, I knew that I had to go to the kimchi country first, and then transfer to the island country.

The two girls who got on the boat with me were obviously a little scared, but they still comforted each other, saying that they could make a lot of money if they went to the island country.

In order to make money, it is necessary to endure this hardship.

I also imagined the future with two girls, and when I arrived in the island country, I would return to China after earning enough millions.

Half of them put the bank to eat interest, and the other half opened a small supermarket or something.

In short, we are looking forward to the future.

But the smuggling road is more terrifying than we imagined.

Maybe it's because the two girls went swimming in the sea before and didn't wipe their bodies dry.

One of them soon caught a cold and fever.

Every day when I waited for the crew to have dinner, I asked for cold medicine, but the crew ignored me.

And those meals are just as sour and disgusting as pig bran.

The box was also full of vomit from us from seasickness.

Because of the dirty environment and poor food, soon the girl with a fever became worse and worse, and began to convulsions and talk nonsense.

After the ship arrived in the country of kimchi, more people came up, and the narrow container was crowded.

These people are talking about Xiba or something, and they don't speak the same language as me, so we don't bother each other.

But the fever girl soon died, until the third day, when a rancid smell came from the container.

The girl died, and even the corpse crew didn't bother to throw it out.

I swear, the smell of the container now makes me retch.

Except for the dead girl, there were thirteen people left in the container, and no one complained that there were bodies in the box, and everyone was silent.

Only the sweet beauty hugged her dead friend and didn't say a word.

I was in the container, feeling the ups and downs of the ship, and I had no concept of time, and I didn't know the day or night.

I don't know how long it took for the ship to finally reach its destination.

The moment the container door opened, the sun was dazzling, and my eyes were white, and it took me a while to get used to it before I saw the blue sky and white clouds outside.

I took a deep breath, smelled the salty sea breeze, and felt good to be alive.

Then I cried bitterly, and I didn't know what I was crying about, so I felt that I had finally arrived in the island country, and the suffering of smuggling was not in vain.

Looking back now, maybe the days in the container were the best of my time in the island country.

Soon several black funeral trucks came to the beach, and the crew cooperated with the driver to catch us into the car.

No one disobeyed, and we obediently got into the car.

After another half an hour of car riding, we arrived at a small alley.

The alley was littered with garbage, and a small door opened, and several men with thick arms and knives drove us in.

They were all smiling and talking in Japanese, and I observed that two of them had specks of blood on their clothes.

I realized something was wrong, it wasn't like a place to "mine".

They had weapons in their hands, and I didn't dare to make any other moves, following the men in command.

After entering the small door, down the stairs, we enter the basement.

There are many rooms in the basement, each locked with an iron bar, which looks like a prison.

Passing by a room without an iron bar, I saw a wooden bed inside.

The wooden bed was covered in blood, and there was a bucket on the floor containing a blood-red liquid, and a smell of blood wafted from the room.

If it weren't for the fact that the people who were guarding us were all speaking Japanese, I would have doubted that I was in an island country.

Someone, like me, finally realized that something was wrong and shouted at Nishihachi! There is a rush outward, as if I want to leave here.

But the islanders who took the iron rods reacted quickly.

Hearing the clamor of someone, he took up an iron rod and beat the noisy people severely.

The beaten man huddled on the ground, the beater used his hands and feet together, and those who beat him cried out for mercy.

I shuddered, glad I hadn't made a rash move.

After a beating, they were thrown into the room, and I was pushed into a room, with the iron door locked.

I don't know what this place is, but I know that those who take care of us are very fierce, after all, how can anyone take an iron rod and greet people in the head without saying a word, isn't this a beating to death?

Suddenly there was a voice behind him: "Little brother, look at the Li Ning you are wearing, are you from the mainland?" ”

Only then did I notice that there was a person in the room, and he spoke Chinese.

Since I didn't know the situation of this place, I hurriedly asked the man what kind of place it was.

The man made a booing gesture and told me to listen carefully.

I listened quietly to the noise around me, as if there was some loud music in addition to the painful shouts of the people who had just been beaten.

"This is the most famous street in the island country, a place to vent desires."

Before he could finish his sentence, a few tattooed young men walked past us.

The man just sighed, "Someone is going to suffer." ”

Soon the sweet-looking girl who got on the boat with me was dragged out by a few young people pulling her hair.

The young men laughed obscenely and stripped the girls of their clothes in front of us.

The girl wanted to resist and tried to push them away, but she was directly slapped a few times, and the girl whimpered and cried, looking at me inside the door like a help.

The young people of the island country whistled and laughed happily, and some unbuttoned their pants and peed on the slippery girls.

I felt distressed and wanted to stop drinking, but I was pulled by the man.

"If you don't want to be beaten, don't make a sound." The man I just met stopped me.

Soon the girl was dragged to the room where the wooden bed had just been placed, and the laughter of the beast and the woman's cries for help came one after another, I could not see it, but I could think of the torture of the woman from the screams.

I'm a little guilty, but to be honest, there's not much I can do.

There are so many of them that they still have weapons in their hands, and if I want to speak out, I will only be beaten for nothing.

I even felt that the girl who died in the container was a relief.

I wanted to go back, but there was only one thought in my heart, and remorse and fear swept through my body.

"What are they locking us up for?!" I asked uneasily, wanting a man to answer.