Chapter 195 You Are So Dirty
The teenage Hu Ying walked along the black asphalt road for a long time.
Until a big truck stopped beside her, and the dark and fat driver asked her whose child she was and why she was walking on the side of the road.
She said she was going to work. The driver looked at her a few times, asked her to get in the car, and said he would give her a ride.
Because she started school two years late and dressed in a rustic way, she didn't look like a child who had just graduated from elementary school at that time.
Although it was just a smelly truck, it was the first time she had ridden in a car since she was born, and she was delighted by the speed of the car.
She kept thanking the driver for giving her a ride and even gave him the leftover cake.
The driver didn't eat it, but gave her a bottle of soda and a bag of biscuits with a smile.
She had never tasted such sweet water in her life, and the biscuits were salty and crispy, so delicious.
She felt that she had met a good person. This driver was different from those people in the mountains. He was kind to her, just like his mother.
But that night, she was dragged by the truck driver into a small wood on the side of the road and raped.
The fat black driver pulled up his trousers and drove away, leaving only her backpack behind, and the cakes she cherished so much were scattered all over the floor.
She picked up the steamed bun while crying, wiped the dirt off it, and then put it back on her back.
She didn't know why the driver, who had been so nice to her, suddenly treated her like this. She walked along the road in the dark, crying.
She felt pain in her lower body with every step she took, as if the pain was going to tear her apart.
She touched it with her hand, and it was sticky and smelled of blood, but it was too dark and she couldn't see the bright red color on her hand.
Behind her, it was pitch black.
There is an abyss in front of her.
She no longer remembered how she survived. She only remembered that she understood one thing: the world outside the mountains was not good.
She began to wonder why her mother let her go out.
Later, she met a boy who looked older than her, short and thin.
He took her to eat a bowl of spicy hot pot and told her to follow him and he would take care of her.
She remembered that the spicy hot pot was delicious, a hundred times better than the leftovers she picked up from the trash can.
The boy also bought her a bottle of Coke, but she didn't dare to drink it because of the dark color.
Later, she finally plucked up the courage to take a sip, and choked so much that tears came out.
But she smiled because she thought the Coke was sweet.
That night, the boy took her back to the rented house.
She was very scared. She was afraid that the boy would do the same thing to her as the driver.
But fortunately, the boy did nothing. That night was the most peaceful sleep she had ever had since she left the mountains.
Just when she thought she finally had a place to live and food to eat.
But after a few days, she was sold by the boy to a woman named Sister Hua in a small city.
She was a fat middle-aged woman, but she dressed up beautifully every day and put thick powder on her face.
Her husband was a big, fierce-looking man who could lift her up like a chicken with one hand.
Later she found out that Sister Hua bought her from the boy for five hundred yuan.
On the night she was sold, Sister Hua dressed her up and took her into a room, where an old man closed the door with a smile.
But ten minutes later, the old man stormed out of the room angrily, cursing Sister Hua for breaking the rules in her business and selling a slut as a prostitute.
Sister Hua and her husband rushed in and found her curled up in the corner crying, naked.
But there was no blood stain on the washed white sheets.
Sister Hua's face suddenly turned the color of liver. She picked up a rattan stick and started to beat her, cursing her as she beat her, calling her a shameless bitch. She asked if she couldn't see that she was not a virgin at such a young age. If she had known this, she would never have spent five hundred to buy such a pair of sluts.
She was beaten all over and cried for mercy, but Sister Hua beat her harder and harder until the cane broke.
She was lying on the cold ground, dying.
A few days later, she was taken to a hair salon, still limping, where there were several other girls wearing clothes that she found embarrassing.
Behind the hair salon were two small, dimly lit rooms, where she lived for nearly two years.
The owners of this hair salon are Sister Hua and her husband. These girls were bought by them and then forced to engage in prostitution. Their customers are mainly truck drivers traveling from north to south, so this hair salon located in a remote area always has many customers at night.
They could not resist, because if they disobeyed, they would be beaten, deprived of food, and put in solitary confinement by Sister Hua and her husband.
It is said that someone tried to escape before, but was caught and beaten to death, and his body was buried on the back mountain.
In addition to those smelly drivers, they also have to face the abuse from Sister Hua's husband at any time.
During the two years in the hair salon, she felt like a piece of rotten meat, and she could even smell the odor of death on her body.
She seemed to finally understand why her mother drank pesticide and committed suicide that day. Her mother thought that she was dead and there was nothing left in this world worth lingering on.
But Sister Hua and her husband kept a very strict watch over her, and she couldn't even commit suicide.
Until one day two years later, a dark and fat driver came. When he was lying on her and moving constantly, she suddenly remembered, wasn't this the driver she met after she came out of the mountains?
After two years of torture, she is no longer the little girl who knew nothing.
She already knew that it was the driver who raped her.
I also understood why Sister Hua beat me so madly. It was because Sister Hua sold her virginity to an old man as if she was a virgin, but then she found out that she was no longer a virgin, so she was furious.
She also knew why the boy who treated her to spicy hot pot and Coke didn't touch her, because he thought she could be sold at a higher price because she was a virgin.
All the pain and torture I have experienced in the past two years are all caused by this driver.
A huge anger suddenly surged in her heart. The anger was like a pair of sharp claws, tearing open her scalp and drilling out of her body.
She stretched out her limbs and hugged the driver's ugly and bloated body tightly.
The driver thought she was trying to please him and suddenly became even more excited.
But the next second, she opened her mouth and bit his ear hard.
She bit down with all her might, as if she wanted to vent all the suffering she had endured in the past two years.
No matter how the driver screamed in pain, her limbs clamped around him tightly like a pair of pliers.
Finally, she pulled hard, and the driver's ear spurted out with a stream of blood. She had bitten it off alive.
She thought that she would be beaten to death by Sister Hua and her husband, and then buried in the back mountain.
But unexpectedly, at this moment, a group of police suddenly rushed in and raided the entire hair salon.
She could no longer remember what happened afterwards, she only remembered that she had an unpleasant taste of blood in her mouth for a long time afterwards.
The girl in the hair salon was rescued, and the girl buried in the back mountain was also found. Sister Hua and her husband, who were handcuffed and taken to the police car, as well as the clients, all looked like huge insects in her eyes.
Later, the police verified her identity and sent her home.
But she knew she could not go back. Once she went back, the final outcome would be the same as her mother's, committing suicide by drinking pesticide.
So she ran away halfway using the excuse of going to the bathroom.
She slowly traveled to distant places by doing odd jobs.
I suffered a lot during this period, but it was nothing compared to the suffering I endured in those two years.
At the age of sixteen or seventeen, she had already grown into an exceptionally beautiful girl.
In a factory, there was a shy boy who pursued her for a long time and finally impressed her.
But the naive girl thought that two people in love should be honest with each other, so she told the boy about her past experiences. She thought that he would sympathize with her, understand her and tolerate her.
But the boy's face turned cold and he left without saying a word.
A few days later, word spread throughout the factory that she had been a prostitute, a bitch who could be slept with for money.
She was completely dumbfounded. She didn't understand why others treated her like this. It wasn't her fault, so why was everyone scolding her?
That night, she stopped the boy on his way home from get off work and asked him why he did that to her.
The boy's eyes were cold, and he walked away after saying a few words.
He said: Don't come over here, you are so dirty.
These words, like a knife, stabbed her to death.
She pulled out a wrench hidden in her sleeve and hit the boy hard on the back of the head.
The boy fell to the ground, and she looked at the blood all over the ground and ran away.
But she didn't know where she could go.
She shouted in her heart: Mom, when can I escape from this mountain?
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Qiao Jiali looked at Hu Ying, who had a dull look in her eyes for a long time, and then suddenly a line of tears flowed from her left eye. She was a little confused.
She didn't know that in these short dozen seconds, Hu Ying's mind was like that of a dying person, and the memories of her half life flashed through her mind as quickly as a kaleidoscope.
Nana also noticed the tears in the corners of her eyes, raised her hand to wipe them, and then asked, "Can I have a cigarette?"
Qiao Jiali shook her head, but stood up and took a glass of water.
In principle, smoking is not allowed, but it is allowed if the interrogation rhythm requires it.
But he wants to smoke without telling me anything. Does he really think this is a restaurant?
Nana took the paper cup and said thank you.
"Ask whatever you want to know."
"What's the name of the boss of your group, the one who escaped, Brother Long?"
"Didn't Fatty Chen say that, Brother Long?"
"I asked for his real name."
Nana shook her head and said, "I'm not sure, but I did see his ID card once. But I think it must be fake. With the kind of business he runs, there's no way he'd use a real ID."
"What's his name on his ID?"
"Long Zhiqiang."
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