Chapter 23: The Girl Targeted by Traffickers

Twelve o'clock in the morning.

The strong wind blew down the flowers on the balcony.

The flowerpot hit the ground with a loud bang.

The Milky Way Courier was startled, his heart pounding, and he wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, not daring to breathe.

“Woo woo woo…”

Outside, the faint and shrill crying sound rang out on time. In the dead of night, the Milky Way Postman only felt like a woman was crying into her ear.

She instantly got goosebumps all over her body.

Although Huo Ning had already told her that there was no ghost in her room, the Galaxy Postman's heart was still in her throat.

Click.

The power is out.

The air conditioner stopped working, and the remaining cool air in the room could not last long.

In the darkness, the Galaxy Postman tightly grasped her cell phone. She sat up and turned on the rechargeable night light on the bedside table. When the faint light came on, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The mournful and ethereal cry exploded in my ears again.

Galaxy Express's heart was pounding so hard that it was about to jump out of his throat.

She opened the Tengjiao live broadcast with a shiver. At this time, there were still a dozen night owls who were not asleep, clicking the barrage at the bottom of the screen.

[Hey, isn't this the lady who will have a big disaster tonight? ]

[Sister, remember this. Mr. Huo said that no matter what happens tonight, you cannot open the door.]

Most of her fans come from Huo Ning's live broadcast room.

Everyone is very curious about the disaster she will encounter tonight.

Some people were concerned about her personal safety and wanted to hear from her the next day to report that she was safe.

After seeing the comments from netizens, Galaxy Mail finally felt a little relieved from the anxiety it had been feeling.

She tapped the screen and typed a few lines below.

【Galaxy Post: Thank you for your concern. I won't open the door. It's just that there was a strange sound outside my room again, and there was a power outage. I was a little scared, so I wanted to chat with you.】

【Galaxy Post: I don’t know what’s outside, and I’m afraid of disturbing it, so I can only send text messages. Please don’t mind.】

[It's okay, sister. No one minds. How about this, don't turn off the live broadcast. We will sleep with you tonight. ]

[I won't sleep tonight, I will just watch your live broadcast room, if anything happens I will call the police immediately. ]

The Galaxy Postman's throat felt sore and his eyes were slightly swollen.

These netizens are so nice.

She was about to thank him when there was a hurried knock on the door.

She was so scared that her hands shook and the phone fell directly on the bed.

The Galaxy Postman's hair stood on end. He subconsciously grabbed the large pair of scissors on the table, not daring to make a sound.

"Is there anyone here? Help, please open the door for me!"

A weak and mournful cry for help was heard outside.

It sounds like a girl, probably not too old.

Yinhe picked up the phone tremblingly.

The other person was clearly asking for help, but she was becoming more and more panicked, and her back was even wet with cold sweat.

Her breathing became much weaker and she dared not breathe.

She hesitated to move, and the knocking on the door became more and more urgent, even a little panicked.

The bang-bang sounds were like a sharp hammer, hitting the Galaxy Postman's heart again and again.

"My husband is abusing me at home. He just went to the kitchen and got a kitchen knife. Please, let me in!"

The girl outside was crying miserably, her pleas were getting louder and louder, and the knocking on the door was becoming more and more chaotic and rapid.

The Milky Way Courier looked tense, with a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead.

She looked towards the door, biting her lower lip tightly, hesitant and confused.

From childhood to adulthood, she was taught that people should do their best to help others and not be selfish and stand by and watch others in need.

A voice in her heart told her that since they were both girls, she had to help the other party.

Otherwise she would be unworthy of the education she has received over the years.

But her mind kept her from selling her little room.

The anchor said she couldn’t open the door.

But……

Galaxy Post was undecided, but finally gritted his teeth and typed a line of words at the bottom of the screen.

【Galaxy Post: There is a girl outside who said that her husband was being abused and asked me to open the door for her. Her husband was chasing her with a knife. What should I do? Should I open the door or not?】

She actually didn't want to open it, but there was always a voice in her heart condemning her.

If something really happened to that girl because she didn't open the door, she would probably never forgive herself in her life.

Just a wall between them blocked another girl's way of survival.

[No! Can't! Open! Don't be a saint. How do you know that the person standing outside is really a girl! ]

[She said she was being abused. Did you hear any quarrels or sounds of pots and pans being thrown? If so, do you think opening the door would change anything? If someone broke down the door, would you be able to survive it safely?]

[It would be interesting if you didn't hear the sound of pots and bowls being smashed. Normal people would not go far away to avoid domestic violence. Use your brain and put away your damn saintly heart! ]

[Do you have surveillance? ]

The Galaxy Postman was stunned for a moment before he remembered that there was really no surveillance in his house.

She lives in an old-style building, which has the advantage of being cheap.

The downside is that the security measures are indeed not in place.

[You dare to be so saintly without any surveillance, you are awesome! 】

[Open it, open it. Good words cannot persuade the damned. Great compassion does not save others but kills them. ]

[Is there a possibility that the great disaster that Master Huo mentioned is that you might be beaten to death by the husband of the woman outside tonight because you meddle in other people's business? ]

The Galaxy Postman's hand holding the phone shook violently.

It was these words that completely put an end to her desire to open the door.

"Beauty, please help me, I...I really don't want to die, he's chasing me!"

“Ah—help!”

The miserable cry made the Galaxy Post's heart throb.

The overwhelming sense of guilt almost destroyed her.

She took a deep breath, and because it was inconvenient to make a phone call, she picked up her phone to edit the text message, entered 12110 plus the last three digits of her area code, and sent a text message to the police.

"I think it should be alright..."

The Milky Way Postman whispered, comforting himself in his heart.

She was about to say something to her netizens when there was a knock on the door.

A kind old lady's voice sounded, "Hello, my grandson is getting married today, I'm here to give him some wedding candy."

"It's okay, little girl. Don't be afraid. The girl standing outside your door has been picked up by her family. Her husband has also chased her out to apologize. You don't have to worry about your safety."

"I'll hang the candy on the door handle for you, remember to take it."

Seeing that the other party did not force him to open the door, the Galaxy Post heaved a sigh of relief.

She thought, let me take a nap, when I wake up, maybe everything will be fine.

[Why do these routines look so familiar? Damn you, you traffickers! ]

[Damn this big data! I just watched a video and found out about a new type of trafficking method. Today I encountered a real case. Don’t hesitate, call the police! ]

[Help! You are being targeted by a human trafficking gang! ]

Galaxy Post was so frightened that he couldn't sleep anymore. He quickly edited the text message and called the police again.

She wondered whether she should ask which male netizen could connect with her, pretend to be her family member and say a few words to scare the people outside away.

"What's going on? I saw her get home, why didn't she open the door?"

A man lowered his voice and spoke impatiently.

"This woman is really alert. She still won't open the door even after all this."

The Galaxy Postman was holding a kitchen knife in his hand, hiding behind the door with his back hunched, sweat dripping down his forehead.

She was so frightened and terrified that she almost fainted.

She couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if she opened the door.

"Just knock on the door! Besides those working the night shift, the rest are old, weak, sick, and disabled. I dare not meddle in their business!"