Northern Myanmar, the hell on earth I experienced

"Brother Hao, don't—"

I shouted until my voice was almost hoarse.

"Brother Hao, no, please, no - no -"

"Apiao, live well."

Brother Shanghao, who was standing on the fishing boat, turned around and jumped into the cold river in front of him. After the sound of falling into the river, my legs immediately softened until the police arrived and pulled me from the ground. stand up.

"All personnel please note that the suspect has jumped into the river and the current situation is unknown. Please contact the lifeguards as soon as possible to carry out salvage."

I dreamed that Brother Hao could survive, but since the arrest that day, I have no news about him. No one knows whether he is dead or alive.

Since then, northern Myanmar has lost a devil who is decisive and evil.

I woke up from a nightmare again and touched a pillow soaked with tears. To be honest, I still don’t know whether my original decision was wrong or right.

From a legal perspective, what I did was indeed right, but why do I always feel that I betrayed Brother Hao? In fact, even if I did not choose to cooperate with the police at that time, I wanted to escape from northern Myanmar with the resources I had back then. It shouldn't be difficult.

But I chose to be righteous because I wanted to save myself and Brother Hao at the same time, and prevent him from making the same mistakes again and again.

However, from a certain point of view, what I did seems not entirely right. Sometimes I think that if I had not betrayed Brother Hao, I would not have forced him to commit suicide in the river!

So I have a certain responsibility for his death, which is why I still have nightmares all day long after escaping from this hell on earth in northern Myanmar.

In fact, very early on, I had an idea to express everything I experienced in northern Myanmar in writing. Of course, I did write some, but it was blocked due to some platform restrictions. It's a dark room.

When the editor of Qimao contacted me and learned about my situation, she told me that if I still wanted to write those memories, come to Qimao and give it a try. At first, I resisted because I was worried that it would be the same as the Tomato platform. After painstakingly coding hundreds of thousands of words, I was blocked without a word.

But I really want to talk to you about those past events and tell you what northern Myanmar is like in my eyes, because I have been there for ten years and have the most say.

There is gold all over the place, beauties like clouds, and handsome guys in droves, all I can say is haha ​​whoever believes it is a fool.

This is clearly a place where once you come you can never go back. So don’t come here and don’t think about getting rich overnight. There is no such thing as a pie in the sky. Even if there is, it will definitely not fall on your head because you are not so lucky.

No matter what kind of powerful person you are in China, you have to act like a dog with your tail between your legs when you come here.

Just like the rumors on the Internet, even if Sun Wukong comes here, he will be treated like a monkey, and if the Bull Demon King comes, he will have to plow two miles of land. If he were a white-bone spirit, he would either wander around the gentle countryside of these big guys every night, or he would just be a croupier. If you dare to be disobedient and have your legs broken directly, it will be easy.

This is definitely not alarmist. Everything that happens here every day will subvert your understanding and exceed the limits of human beings. It can be said that there is no limit or bottom line.

And the reason why I can sit here and tell you stories safely is because I am blessed with good fortune, and the most important thing is that I have Brother Hao to protect me.

Although I did not fall directly into the darkness after falling into northern Myanmar like other girls, I also paid a lot for it. For example, all my first times were robbed by the man named Ah Hao. Although I was in northern Myanmar, I She is a female devil that everyone respects, but in front of Brother Hao, I can only act like an obedient and well-behaved little wild cat with my tail between my legs.

I can truly say what Brother Hao said, because I have seen his most heart-warming side, like the sunshine in winter shining on the lake. I also saw him at his most animalistic side, like a greedy demon, licking the weak and helpless me.

I loved and feared him at the same time. Love was real love. I cried for him all night long. I'm afraid, but I'm really afraid. I tremble every time he looks at me.

Regarding Brother Hao and I, and the thrilling ten years I spent in northern Myanmar, it still feels like a nightmare every time I think about it. I have seen many psychiatrists, but I have never been able to express the secrets in my heart one by one.

So I thought twice and decided to start again and type out all the unbearable memories through the keyboard. One is to commemorate the ten years of love-like relationship between me and Brother Hao, the other is to vent my inner pain, and the third is to warn all those who want to go to northern Myanmar to make a fortune.

Where should the story begin? How about we start from when I was brought to northern Myanmar by Brother Hao!

Let me first introduce you briefly. My name is A Piao. This name was given to me by Brother Hao. My real name is Zhao Ran. I am an orphan and was raised by adoptive parents. Other than that, I won’t go into details about my previous affairs here. If you are more interested in why I came to northern Myanmar before, you can leave me a message and I will tell you.

I remember it was a particularly warm and sunny day. Under Brother Hao’s operation, I followed Brother Hao by plane from Kunming to Yangon, Myanmar.

After getting off the plane, Brother Hao took a taxi on the side of the road and talked to the driver. The driver took us to a place similar to a food court.

Because I couldn't understand their conversation, I just kept looking at the strange and somewhat old city in front of me while sitting in the taxi.

Is this really overseas? Why is it completely different from what I thought.

Before coming to Myanmar, I checked some relevant travel guides and official promotional posters and videos about Myanmar online. But looking at the street in front of me, I thought I was entering an old street with a sense of age in China.

"what happened?"

After getting off the car, Brother Hao asked in a low voice when he saw that I was in a daze.

I pursed my lips and said softly:

“This is Myanmar?”

"what happened?"

"It feels so broken!"

To be honest, it is too far away from the Myanmar in my mind where the gilded Buddhas are everywhere as magnificent as palaces.

"Don't always believe what is said online. The reality is like this in Myanmar. It is not as developed as they say."

After listening to what Brother Hao said, I nodded.

Then he asked tentatively:

"Then you will give me the salary of 20,000 yuan a month you promised me! If you lie to me, I will leave now."

Later I realized how naive and ridiculous my threat that had no lethality was.

Brother Hao glanced at me and patted my shoulder solemnly.

"It's only 20,000 yuan, do I need to lie to you?"

Brother Hao said lightly with a little ridicule in his words.

Because I have seen Brother Hao's strength before, I naturally believe in Brother Hao's words.