Chapter 2645

11 July 1987.

Southeast Asia, Myanmar.

On the market, many people put all kinds of goods on the ground and yelled at the passers-by in the language of their own country.

Myanmar, as a country, is not rich.

The corner of the market, turning countless corners, dark no one's place.

Twenty or thirty Burmese men in rags sat on the ground in various positions.

This group of people, without exception, are all street thugs. They can't afford to live in a house. They can even do things against nature for a grain.

"Stepping" at this time, a thin and fine man came from the dark place.

"Brothers, I have work to do! There are people on the road to buy children at a high price! It's just that the risk is a little high and the price is very high. Do you want to do it? "

On hearing that there was work to do, sitting in the corner, and even the stinking ditch could sit on it, the group of men who did not feel dirty at all stood up.

"I can't eat enough. I'll starve to death when I'm late. Let alone the big risk, I'll be put on my head and I'll do it if I have money!"

...

in the endless flow of roads and streets in Z country, I can hear such a beautiful female announcer's voice from the stereo:

"Hello everyone, I'm Xiaoxiao, the announcer of radio and television station. Recently, there have been many cases of missing children in China. I hope that parents can take good care of their children and don't let them stay alone An unguarded place... "

...

on the edge of M, an archipelago.

A group of 5, 6, 7-year-old children were escorted to the island.

Look at the number. There are fifty. The children were escorted to the archipelago, looking around in fear, crying and silence.

It was the 20 or 30 Burmese men who escorted the children.

This group of Burmese men handed over to the person in charge of the islands, took the money and left.

When he left, he turned his head and looked at the group of children, revealing a big grin.

"Little babies, my uncle will send you here."

The Burmese man said this and walked away happily with another group of Burmese men.

All of the 50 children brought into the islands howled and screamed.

"Mother! I want mom! I'm going home, whoo Hoo

"Dad, grandma, where are you, where are you here, Wuwuwuwu..."

"woo --"

fear, panic, scream, crying, the wail of 50 children under 10 years old resounded through the audience.

The whole island is filled with the cry of children.

But in the crowd, in sharp contrast to this group of crying children, is a five-year-old girl.

The little girl is delicate and beautiful, with a pair of sharp and deep eyes, eyelashes are long and narrow, the twinkling up and down of that moment, let people's heart melt together.

She closed her lips, did not cry, did not make noise, did not fear or panic, so she stares at the 20 or 30 Burmese men who led them into the islands and into this hellish and cruel island.

"Wow! mom! I want my mother

Next to a child crying and shouting, accidentally hit the little girl's body, the little girl seemed to feel no general, to stand in the same place, dead staring at 20 or 30 Burmese men who took the reward, hugged each other and left cheerfully.

She wrote down the appearance of all the 20 or 30 Burmese men who had taken them into the islands!

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