[K] Saigon

Some liquid fell on my face, it was cool, and when I opened my eyes, a drop fell into my eyes—it hurts, it hurts when rainwater drips into my eyes!Sitting up in a daze, he realized that his whole body was already soaked. He indifferently raised his head and put his hands in front of his eyes, thinking silently for a while...

This is where?who I am?What time is it now?With this in mind, I staggered up from the ground, my vision was a bit blurry, I raised my hand to wipe it, blinked my eyes twice but still found that my vision was strange, upside down, distorted, and blurred - after a while It took a while to get back to normal.

So... what the hell is this place?who I am?He raised his hand and looked at his arm, there were tiny bloodstains all over it, this should be an abrasion, right?Where I am now is... a river embankment?My feet hurt a little, so I sat down on the soft grass again. Could it be that I rolled down the river embankment and got myself injured like this?

Stretching out his hands to his silently aching head, he looked at the blood flakes rubbed off his hands and the blood stained on the wound that had been opened again due to his actions with the thought of "it really is"—first, he hit his head, Second, I seem to have amnesia.

This is really bloody.

Sitting on the embankment and thinking about it for a long time, after looking through my body and failing to find my identity card, I was sure that I was robbed and thrown off the embankment and hit my head, resulting in amnesia—I always thought this It’s a plot that only exists in TV dramas—so art still can’t surpass reality?With such a mood, I checked my body and found that except for a small wound and the wound on my head, I didn't seem to have suffered any other injuries.

It's raining hard, and if I waste any more time here I think I'll get soaked and catch a cold soon, which means I'll have to find shelter and change quickly - problem again , I don't know who I am now, and I don't have any money on me, so should I go to rob?

As a good citizen with good morals, I can't do this kind of thing.

The most important thing is that I'm hungry - people are like iron, rice is steel, if I don't eat a meal, I'm so hungry!

After staying in place for a few seconds, the rain tended to get heavier, so I could only limped up the river embankment with my injured foot, and then walked to the nearest place where I could shelter from the rain. Not lucky, there is a warehouse street not far from this river bank, I think I can still go in and hide.

The most important thing is to find people and ask basic information about the place - it's unbearable to know that I don't have any information on who exactly is where I am now - yeah, I Why did it appear in this place?

After hiding in the warehouse, I took off my soaked shirt and twisted it, and my pants were soaked, but I couldn't take them off. I wasn't shameless enough to take off my pants in the warehouse.Putting the shirt back on, I thought for a few seconds and still found that I didn't know anything. The layout here should be a city near the port—hey, the boxes on the cargo boxes in the warehouse are... in Japanese?

Am I in Japan?Just thinking about it gives me a headache...

"Hey, why do you want us to go out under such heavy rain..." Before they finished speaking, they saw me, and indeed I saw a few people coming out of a secret door that was opened from nowhere. Like a boy who is not emotional or unwilling-this outfit, um, sunglasses, black suits, and some have non-mainstream hairstyles at the fringe of urban and rural areas. I don’t think they are good people.

As expected, I was thrown into a dungeon by those guys after 3 minutes, and there were already many people like women and children in it-I think this should be an illegal operation of human trafficking.

What a bloody misfortune I am, first encountered robbery and then encountered human trafficking, the group of guys who threw me into the dungeon muttered something like "there are still people who delivered it to my door" and went out , the dungeon is surrounded by a cage welded by wrist-thick steel rods—well, once again, put some wax on your back.

At this time, my stomach growled unrealistically, I twisted twice, straightened my body and spit out two mouthfuls of saliva, "Bah bah, don't make trouble, there is nothing to feed you now." Probably looking at me stupidly , that group of criminals handcuffed me with handcuffs they got from somewhere, they didn’t do anything to my feet, I ate a mouthful of dirt when I was thrown face down into the dungeon, After I spit out the dirty things, I rolled up like a carp and looked at the people around me. They were a group of women and children ranging from ten to thirty years old, and they all looked panic-stricken.

"Excuse me, does anyone have anything to eat? I'm hungry." I asked, I know it's strange, but I'm really hungry. When I'm hungry, I don't have much energy. I don't want to move and I just want to sleep.

They continued to look at me with terrified eyes, as if I was some kind of contagious germ. I don't understand that kind of look very well, as if I stepped into a pool of water and found that my shoes were wet, and when I was lamenting my bad luck, I found There's one next to it that fell into a pond.

The silence lasted for a long time, and just when the smile on my face was about to froze, a small, timid voice sounded from my left, "I still have half a steamed bun here." They were connected together with wooden handcuffs , This ensures that they will not run away after opening the lock, because one after another, they can't escape at all. The voice comes from a little girl, who looks to be only seven or eight years old, holding half a dirty-looking hard Steamed buns—to be honest, they are pitifully small.

My stomach growled again, I think I don’t have much time to be picky now, I walked over and sat down next to her and took a bite of the half steamed bun. First of all, it stained all the mouthfeel that tasted a bit rusty, but I'm not sure if it's because I didn't spit out the dirt before eating or the steamed bun itself is like this.

Secondly, this steamed bun is so hard that I can't even chew it, and my cheeks are almost sore. "Thank you." I nodded to the little guy, she seemed to have just cried, her face was covered with tears - to be honest, I can't see girls crying, but I'm a little sleepy and dizzy now - —Probably because it was drenched by the heavy rain just now.

My head hurts even more.

And the vision is a bit blurry.

The little girl flinched and leaned towards the adult next to her, probably frightened by my blood-soaked face, she looked at me without saying a word and swallowed a mouthful of saliva——I feel that there is her steamed bun as a cushion for my stomach. I am much better.

I yawned, it's still early anyway, I might as well sleep for a while. I have a terrible headache, but if I sleep through it, maybe I'll catch a cold or something?

I still haven’t been able to remember who I live in, where I know, who I know and what purpose I came here for—as if I just parachuted into this world, and there’s a big emptiness in my mind—at least 90.00%, I can understand text, I know some common sense of life in a mess, but I just can't remember who I am.

There's nothing worse than being one of a bunch of trafficked women and children - at least they know who they are, don't they?

With blood all over my head and face, I think my hair should be sticking together now, and the platelets have always been very strong. "Speaking of it—do you know where this place is?" The woman next to me chatted, but she just looked at me in awe, lowered her head and didn't say anything—"I said, what are you afraid of? I won't eat you again."

"They are afraid of me." I rolled my eyes towards the sky, why do I always hear annoying voices at such times?How should I put it, this sound is not very unpleasant, but it is extremely harsh to the ears. The man opened the door of the dungeon and smelled a smell of cigars. It seems that he has made a lot of money in this business. I It felt like someone grabbed my hair and pulled me up from the ground, "I said, looking at this stupid look, you can't be some kind of spies, right?" He turned his head and looked outside, and I followed suit (this word Can it be used like this?) I turned my head away, and then I saw a smoking non-mainstream urban-rural fringe.

Then I got slapped, and I turned my head to look at the guy seriously.

"It looks like my head was smashed." The latter flicked the soot in my face disdainfully. This action made the little guy next to me who gave me half a dirty steamed bun subconsciously cry and hide behind me— —Is it so scary?

I have to say that the inference of smashing the head is still reliable.

"It's a little too much, do you want to..." The guy who grabbed my hair as if trying to tear them off my scalp asked, I think the word "whether" is definitely not a good word.

"It's fine to block it, it looks stupid, it doesn't matter if it's dumb or not. This batch of goods will be sold at twelve o'clock today, so this can be regarded as interest."

I'll just say it!How can the underworld make money without human trafficking? I suddenly understood the current situation and nodded seriously. Maybe I really smashed my head. In fact, I don’t think this situation doesn’t matter now, because I have to leave You can leave anytime.

The guy who was grabbing my head made a "cut" sound, and out of nowhere pulled out a piece that smelled like a dirty rag that had been dragged on the ground for days - well, it's a dirty rag - and stuffed it into the in my mouth.

The taste was really not very good. The two guys walked out and closed the iron door. According to my wise and powerful observation, they should all be guarding outside and waiting for the so-called trading partners to trade. I thought about it A few seconds later, I decisively tore off the handcuffs on my hand. It was torn into pieces and fell to the ground with a clatter. Then I grabbed a wrist-thick iron rod with both hands and pulled them out under the eyes of everyone. Women and children lined up and walked out of the big gap hand in hand, "Let's go?" I turned my head and looked at the group of women and children who were about to be sold to some unknown country of Java and said.

They seemed frightened and no one answered me.

Probably because of being made dumb.Eh, no, there was someone who could talk just now...

So what is the situation now?Am I that scary?Or do you mean they don't mess with dumb kids?

I shrugged my shoulders indifferently, I want to go to the local police station to check the household registration information, maybe I can find relevant information about me.

But before that, I had to beat those gatekeepers to the ground. After thinking about it, I reached out and pulled out an iron rod from the iron cage and twirled it in my hand twice. It was not very convenient, but it was okay.

As for weapons, I still prefer guns and knives.

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