Chapter 619: Chapter 611: Called Over Chapter 619: Chapter 611: Called Over No, Big Head humd for a while, but he still didn’t reach the main point, making him anxious enough to break into a cold sweat.
“Auntie, quickly hide the woman you bought.”
“What?”
Old Lady Song didn’t hear clearly at first, “Hide what?
The sweet potatoes we bought?”
“No, no.”
Big Head hurriedly waved his hands, “The police are coming, they’re about to enter the mountain from far away.
Uncle Three t them when he was coming down the mountain.
They said they’re looking for kidnapped won.
The human trafficker was caught and confessed that the won he sold are here in our village.”
“What?”
Hearing this, Old Lady Song was frightened, “The police, the police are coming.”
Although they live in a secluded place, they are still afraid of the police.
They are law-abiding farrs and haven’t seen much of the outside world.
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They can wield power in the village, but they dare not ss with the police.
As they say, if your conscience is clear, you won’t be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door at midnight.
But not everybody in their village has a clear conscience.
They know very well how they treat the won, they bought from outside.
Few of them live a good life.
So have accepted their fate and are living in the village, but they are treated as lower-class, and they have no place in daily village life.
They are verbally abused and physically beaten at ho, living a life that is even worse than the lowest human.
Let alone those who were driven to death or madness by them.
Even the villagers themselves may not be able to count how many they wronged.
Even if they paid money for these won, they are not dogs or cats.
They are humans.
Without ntioning anything else, consider the three won sold to the village this ti.
None of them is living well.
One is pregnant and still locked up, another has lost her sanity.
There’s one more woman living with Old Lady Song.
Although others don’t know, Old Lady Song knows that the woman is still in the dilapidated house.
Whether the woman is dead or alive, if she is found, there will be dire consequences for Song.
“Auntie, stop talking, just go hide her.
I need to go alert the rest of the villagers.”
Big Head didn’t dare to waste more ti.
This was a big deal for the village.
Because of their guilt, and their past actions of buying and selling humans in the village over the years, they had been acting with impunity, ignoring the law because they thought they were too far away to be caught.
Probably many villagers don’t even know what the term law ans.
To them, buying people was justifiable.
Once they bought soone, they own them and can treat them however they please.
But who would have thought that the police would co to such a remote place?
This indeed wasn’t good news.
Old Lady Song was so anxious she didn’t know what to do.
She hurried to the dilapidated house and tried several tis to open the big rusted lock.
The lock didn’t open.
“It’s okay, it’s okay.” She continuously comforted herself.
The woman was locked in here, even if they searched, they wouldn’t find anything.
Once they failed to find anything, they would naturally leave.
The villagers’ lives would continue as usual.
Soon, the villagers found out that indeed, the police had entered the mountains and the village.
Several of them dressed in neat uniforms.
Each was tall and robust, their facial features stern and frightening.
Their aura carried sothing like a killer instinct, silencing the villagers gathered at the village entrance.
“Is this the place?”
A man asked calmly.
His face was extrely cold.
Despite the noticeable fatigue, his imposing presence was intimidating, inciting a sense of fear.
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Under such a pair of silent black eyes, everything seed exposed.
The man was tall, even taller than the tallest man in the village.
His height was intimidating, not thin and feeble like so of the oversized n in the village appeared to be.
“Yes, it’s here,” a man in a police uniform walked over, “This is Stone River Village, ntioned by the human trafficker.
Three of the won were sold here.”
The tall man gave a sweeping glance at the villagers gathered at the entrance, his cold eyes narrowed slightly.
“Who’s the village chief?” he asked.
Soon, a path was cleared for the village chief.
He was a dominant figure in the village, but at this mont, he acted cowardly.
He hesitated for a long ti before daring to face the man, never daring to make eye contact.
Not long after, the officers arrived at the village chief’s house.
“Did you buy three won into your village six months ago?”
The tall man asked, his eyes scanning the village chief’s face like a radar, including observing his ntal state.
He can detect if there is any dishonesty.
“No, no such thing.
Who told you that?” The village chief was startled.
After a while, he stuttered a denial.
But the cold sweat on his forehead, his intentionally raised voice, and his skittish deanor all indicated that he was lying.
“The human trafficker said it,” the man pulled his thin lips slightly.
The frost hiding in his dark eyes seed to deepen, becoming colder and giving rise to a terrifying dark mist.
His skin, his flesh, his bones, his tendons; every inch and cell of his body declared that he did not want to hear any nonsense and didn’t want anyone speaking nonsense to him.
The village chief stuttered for a while, but nonetheless, he flatly refused to admit that won were sold in their village.
“Comrade, if you don’t believe it, you can search our village.
We only have a few people here, you can simply find out whether we bought any people or not by looking around.”
Having no other option, the village chief set his teeth and suggested this, hoping by allowing them to see their village, they would give up soon.
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