The next morning, Wang Qiang got up early, and someone sent the latest clothes change.

Wang Qiang stood on the edge of the baptizer, the first time began to sort out the appearance, wash his face, use a razor to shave the burrs of the stubble are shaved, staring at the people in the mirror, the first time from the perspective of the third party to examine themselves, found that he was actually quite handsome, before is too confident, a year of prison career has destroyed me.But now, someone is using my body, giving off an unusual temperament.

Wang Qiang's eyes with confidence, paranoia and yin, this is a very attractive look, even the Southeast Asian beauty who came to send clothes, are straight to see.

Wang Qiang put his clothes on, followed the soldier out of the locked single room, walked out for a long time in the corridor, through an iron door, to the outside.

The place where it appears is by the river, sunny and green onions.The river bank leans against a canoe, more precisely, it must be a raft, and someone on it beckoned and gestured up.

Wang Qiang looked back, far away in the green mountains and small mountain villages smoke, I am sad, here for about half a month, experienced a lot of unimaginable things, and now can finally leave, just in such a strange way.

Wang Qiang walked step by step toward the raft, and suddenly a voice came from behind him: "Wait."

He looked back and saw that it was Jaya.She held a burden in her hand, all four sides of the line.I guess it was the wooden box with the head.

Yaya handed the burden to Wang Qiang, Wang Qiang looked at her indifferently, nodded and took over.

Yaya looked a little emotional and said softly, “Wang Qiang, do you remember me?”

Wang Qiang said indifferently, do not remember, I will complete the task.

"Well," said Yaya, grinning, "and I wish you all the best."

Wang Qiang took the burden, behind his back, put on the raft, sat on the bottom of the knee on the most side, as if to settle the old monk.The boatman shouted a trumpet, holding the bamboo pole, and the raft gradually left the shore and marched toward the far side of the river.

Wang Qiang looked up, looked at the riverbank, and stood on the shore and stood on the shore, and he said two words gently, Lizi.

From the previous only words, you can know that Lizi is the lover of Xiaolin when he was a soldier, the years are in a hurry, decades have passed by, things are human, he can only remember this name.

Wang Qiang opened the package, which in addition to the head box, and some documents, are Wang Qiang, that is, mine, ID card passport mobile phone what.

I secretly sighed, itchy and uncomfortable, finally out of the Longtan tiger cave, as long as I look for an opportunity to take back the body.

This thought is just to think, I can feel the spirit of Xiaolin Zhengji is too strong, even Xiao Ai is not his opponent, if the grass scares the snake, he only wants to throw the serial necklace, I will not do it, I will wait for death for a lifetime.

Slowly find the time.

The raft crossed the river for most of the day and went to the market town.Wang Qiang put down the raft, waiting for the people who had the joint in the market town.The joint is a small Southeast Asian man, talking in the huh and can not understand, he let Wang Qiang on a dilapidated truck, driving away from the market town.

The next trip, the route of walking is very strange, Wang Qiangshu closed his eyes, holding the package in his hand.

I am not idle, in the spirit of the son of Shirizi and Xiao Ai active integration, which is very important to me, this is a major opportunity for self-breakthrough!

It is also a blessing because of the disaster, I can actually use the form of a spirit body to fuse an ancient life and absorb all its nutrients.

After a two-day trip, Wang Qiang finally set foot on a dilapidated fishing boat, and the boat sailed into the high seas.Penang is a tourist city, close to the Strait of Malacca, a famous city in Malaysia.Wang Qiang did not enter the country through the normal way, only the smuggling.

This broken fishing boat actually hid nine stowaways, and could only hide in the bottom of the warehouse during the day, and only at night.The warehouse is full of messy fishing products, full of stinky fish and shrimp, the smell of rotten can fume the individual.

Since leaving the sea, Wang Qiang has been guarding the burden and sitting silently in the corner of the warehouse.There are men and women, the physical quality is not very good, these days have been seasickness vomiting.

According to the crew, there will be a day of travel to Malaysia, close to Penang.

There was a storm late that night, the whole ship was like a leaf by the wind and waves, the smell in the warehouse seemed to be more intense, these smugglers all lay like dead people everywhere, and some people even fell in the stinking fish.

Suddenly, some people shouted, mostly Southeast Asians, talking and listening to them.Wang Qiang's knees were on the ground, closed his eyes in a fixed state, and heard the sound slightly open his eyes.At this time, a stowaway came up to him, was pulled by him, asked what was going on.

The man was Chinese, speaking dead in Chinese, and someone died.

Wang Qiang looked up to see that the dead was a half-old man, about 50 years old, it is really unimaginable why a 50-year-old man should be smuggled.The old man lay on the ground, his face blue, his body motionless, and with the hull for a moment sliding to the left, for a moment to the right.

The body hit a woman, who also shielded the child and screamed.

She could no longer bear it, stumbled and ran to the door of the warehouse, patting the iron door with force, the time was not long, the door opened, and a fierce little man came in outside, his skin dark, his eyes were extremely deceitful, and he had a harpoon in his hand, shouting something loudly.

Wang Qiang pulled the Chinese to ask in a low voice, what he said.The Chinese whispered, "He told us not to look for anything, or else he would throw us all into the sea."

Wang Qiang nodded his head slightly.

The woman put her arms around the child crying loudly and pointing at the body.The little man scolded, whipped the woman with the harpoon in his hand, and her child was crying loudly, and the warehouse was crying, and the noisy ears were deaf.

The little man grabbed the woman's hair and began to drag out, and from the outside and down the two crew members, both in orange and red fishing clothes, covered in water, fierce eyes.

A crew member slapped the woman to the ground, slapped the woman on the ground, and then jumped up and stomped, the woman screamed and rolled around, the whole scene let people see the heart blocked.There are several stowa vomiting seen by smugglers, physical and psychological double torture.

The little man took the harpoon and pointed it at the woman, and the Chinese took Wang Qiang's arm: "Go and save her."

Wang Qiang looked at him and said a word in Japanese.The Chinese stood still, their faces suddenly changed, and took a sip: "Damn, it is Japanese."

At this time, a little man with a fork was inserted into the woman's neck, and one foot stepped on the woman's face, blood was running straight, dyed his black rain boots.

The child was only five or six years old, and he understood nothing, and sat down beside his mother's body crying and crying, constantly crying, and his voice was hoarse.

The little man choked a sputum at the woman's body, and took the fork and inserted it into the child.The hand was just raised, caught, and could not be sent down.

The one who stopped him was the king.

Wang Qiang carried the burden, his face was cold, and said in Chinese: "Adults can kill, children can't."

The little man spoke quickly in Southeast Asian languages, and the three crew members surrounded them, and surrounded Wang Qiang in the middle.The heavy rain, the big waves tumbling, the hull bumping up and down, the boat swings to the left for a while and right, the others are slipping around the ground, and only the four people standing there and not moving, maintaining balance.

The little man put up the harpoon and looked at Wang Qiang, Wang Qiang stared at him closely, and the two people looked at each other in the air for a while, the little man nodded, put down the harpoon, and ordered two sentences.The three crew members divided their jobs, removed two bodies from the ground, and then out of the warehouse, and the door was heavily closed.

Wang Qiang walked back to his position in the yellow and shaky light and sat down slowly.In addition to the child's cry in the warehouse, the others were silent and looked at him.

He was very calm, still on his knees, and his eyes closed.

The child was held in the arms of another woman, and the cry gradually stopped.After a night of bumps, the next day finally calmed down, everyone in the warehouse experienced life and death.Everyone died and died, tossed and lost strength, lying on the ground breathless, the child was not strong, shouting at his mother, lying in the corner and sleeping.

Near the end of the evening, someone opened the door, and the little man probed in, and greeted something.Wang Qiang took the Chinese and asked him what he said.After yesterday and night, the Chinese attitude was a little better, and in Chinese, he said: "To Penang, now there is a shore, but can not get off the ship, until the night is late."

Wang nodded his head.

Unknowingly, the door opened again for a long time, the little man greeted everyone out, Wang Qiang wrapped in the last side of the crowd, and when the others went out and came to him, the little man stopped the way and was not allowed to go.

Wang Qiang looked at him and said in two languages: “What do you mean?”

The little man pushed his chest rudely, and said something loudly, and his face was extremely vicious.At this time, four or five crew members came, including the big fat man with a large waist round, who pushed Wang Qiang into the warehouse, and the iron door behind them was heavily closed.