Chapter 7 Section VII

When Lan Yueer woke up, she found herself in a dark room with four wooden walls, surrounded by a damp musty smell, and the door was locked from the outside.She banged on the door and yelled until she was exhausted and no one came to open it. As she approached the door, she could smell the pungent scent of the man wearing the black bowler hat yesterday, as well as the smell of decayed teeth in his straight mouth. She suddenly remembered being taken away in a dream in a daze last night, struggling feebly with.They had brought her here. She called Yan Guxing. For the first time in these days, she couldn't hear his answer, nor could she see him. All she could see with tears in her eyes was the light and dust flying through the cracks in the wall.

She slipped against the door and fell on the floor with her head between her knees, shaking with tears.Later, she found a worn-out foreign girl lying a few steps away from her, which was already moldy, with muddy brown foam coming out of the broken stomach, and she asked sourly.Cotton-like white flowers and weeds grew on the wooden floor, the walls had been eroded by salt, and pink salt flowers were scattered.She had never seen a more pitiful room than this one. The musty smell was salty, not from rain, but from many tears.She seemed to see a scene from the past: she was not the first to be brought here, the girls who were brought here before her shed tears of fear and trembling one by one, and one of the girls left behind that broken belly Girl.

She didn't know where they would take her, but she knew that she would never see Yan Guxing again.She shivered and whined, crying like a wounded bird. When Lan Yue'er was crying in the dark room, Yan Guxing stood in the empty square, his face was wet and his eyes were blurred with tears.It was already dark.He thought that as long as he kept waiting here, the circus might show up again.However, the wind blew away the smell left by the crowd last night, and even the last remnants disappeared. There was only loud crickets chirping in the square, and the circus did not come back. He hated himself for sleeping like a dead person last night, and he hated himself for coming to this village full of red lanterns.He could have gone to the magical land of flowers and blue moon together, waiting for the sheep to grow golden fleece, but now he sheds useless tears alone.

Suddenly, the eight-hoofed sheep kicked his heel, and he turned his head to look at it while wiping away his tears. The sheep ran desperately into the street without waiting for him to look back.He followed the sheep, and the sheep ran through a long alley, climbed up the steps, walked along the center of the street, turned a corner to the left, turned left again, passed through the backyard of a house, and passed a cage full of bright red phantoms. I walked along a row of shops on the main street, walked in a big circle, never stopped, then walked through a dead and dark alley, entered a field of wild grass, came outside a row of warehouses, walked around one of the warehouses, and finally stopped at Outside a wooden door, I lowered my head to eat the weeds growing from the crack of the door.

"You mean the little one is here." Yan Guxing looked at the sheep in panic, then leaned his face to the door and asked in a low voice: "Little one, are you inside?" A hand suddenly grabbed his collar from behind, he struggled, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the straight mouth in the circus last night. "Let go of me!" he yelled. Straight mouth raised him to eye level, roared: "Little bastard, you are here to seek death!" "Yan Guxing, I'm here!" Lan Yue'er yelled from behind the door, beating the door hard. Yan Guxing kicked Mouth's chest violently, and shouted, "Let her out!"

At this time, Yan Beixiang's gloomy voice came from another warehouse, like an echo in the field, the owner of the voice said: "Lock him up and throw him into the quicksand tomorrow to drown." "Yes, Mr. Yan." Zhikou bowed respectfully towards the warehouse, and then he pulled the rusty hinge on the door and threw Yan Guxing into the wooden room.The eight-hoofed sheep saw the door open and jumped in too. "Little one." Yan Guxing shouted in the dark room where he couldn't see his fingers. "I'm here." Lan Yue'er answered him.She had thought that she would never see him again, but when they met again at this moment, there was surprise in her trembling voice.

Yan Guxing was groping in the dark, she reminded him: "Be careful not to step on a foreign girl." She smelled him, stretched out five fingers to grab him, he held the hand firmly, and sat down by her hand. "They are human traffickers." Zhuo said. "Don't be afraid." He comforted her. "I thought I'd never see you again," she said in a trembling voice. "Me too." He said hoarsely. "I heard them say they're going to throw you into the quicksand tomorrow." "I'm not afraid." "They've sold a lot of girls," she said, her voice full of panic.

Suddenly they heard the cracking sound of the hinges on the door being loosened, and the door rattled open, and Zhizuo walked in with the lantern in his hand, and picked up Lan Yue'er in his arms.Yan Guxing desperately grabbed Zhizui's hand and shouted: "Let her go!" Zhizui shook Yan Guxing away vigorously, went out, closed the door, and let him yell inside. Lan Yue'er was struggling with tears on her straight mouth and hands, but like a dominated animal, she could only make meaningless resistance. Straight mouth took her to a room, she smelled the suffocating fragrance again.There was the man in the black bowler hat, sitting on a carved chair in the dim light, and the sullen eyes under the brim rested on her.

He straightened his mouth and put her down, and backed out.Trembling, she begged Yan Beixiang, "Sir, please let me go." "Why are you leaving?" Yan Beixiang frowned and asked with interest. "I don't want to stay here," she cried. With a creepy smile on his face, he said to her, "You won't stay here. Early tomorrow morning, two ponies and a big golden carriage will come and pick you up." "Where are you going to sell me?" she asked him tremblingly. He leaned back on the chair, sighed and said, "It's a paradise and I don't want to come back after I go."

"I'm not going," she said "A man can't just go where he wants to go," he said, leaning forward, staring at her. "Please don't kill my friend," she begged. "Girl, people have their own destiny." He stood up from the chair, and the lingering sound floated in the air. She couldn't understand, raised her head, looked at him pitifully, and said, "Sir, please let us go, and I will repay you." "How will you repay me?" He walked around the desk and stopped beside her. She huddled into a ball, her eyes were clouded with tears, and her teeth chattered.

"People can't just talk in plain language!" He put his hand on her shoulder, and immediately retracted it. He took out a chain-linked white handkerchief from his pocket, wiped that hand, returned to the chair, sat down, looked at her, and said, "I brought you here so that you can remember me, and you will be grateful to me in the future." Give you rich clothes and fine food, and you will also learn how to repay a man." "God will punish you," she whimpered. He looked at the door that Zhizui was guarding outside, laughed harshly, and said, "If there is a God, there won't be such freaks outside." Then, he ordered Zhi Mouth to take her out. He folded up the crochet handkerchief and put it in his bosom.When he touched her shoulder just now, he suddenly felt a power in her body, not as weak and desolate as she looked on the outside. "This girl will be a monster in the future!" He secretly explained the power that frightened him. He, Yan Beixiang, is a well-read person with a photographic memory. Of course, he knows that all the troubled women are monsters, and there is a destructive allure in them, which will torture a man into a pitiful appearance, and then suck his blood dry. , not even a bone left.