Kill Me, Heal Me

Chapter 5 Everything Has Changed.

Five years later——

On the Atlantic coast, a ship sailed quietly on the blue sea.

A thin and small woman, holding a black package, squatted in a corner of the deck. Her face buried in the black package, as if she holding a valuable treasure.

The woman's long hair was withered, yellow and dry. She was wearing a shabby linen clothes that the color was faded. It seemed as if she put a big bag on her body. Under the big clothes, her body was skinny and bruised.

"Miss, you can go back to Country C in a short time. In view of your success in helping us solve the case this time, we will escort you safely to Gang City of Country C and let you go home. "

The black policeman on the ship spoke English fluently.

Hearing the words "go home", the woman suddenly trembled violently, and raised her head. A little face which was dry and black showed.

"I don't go to Gang City. I'm going to Chongming Island. " The woman's voice was hoarse, as if she had a handful of sand in her mouth.

If you didn't listen carefully, you didn't know what she was talking about.

The black police said patiently, "no, we found that Gang City is your hometown. Don't worry. I'll send you back. "

His tone was resolute.

The woman did not speak, and buried her face on the black package again.

In the package, there was a small black urn.

In the box, it was everything for her.

Half a month ago, she finally escaped from the hell with several companions and contacted the South African police successfully. With their help, she completely destroyed the hell full of filth and drugs.

In order to leave that place, she planned for five years and her best friend died for it.

She was free now.

When she left the land in South Africa, Belle thought that she was free finally.

For five years, she was tortured day and night. She was desperate every minute. She can't help but want to boast herself. It was not easy for her to die!

Why? Because of it, her best friend died.

People can change.

They were five years, nearly two thousand days and nights. Sometimes, she can't help thinking, if she died on the operating table five years ago with her child, would her world be better?

But it was impossible.

Holding the urn tightly, the last tears slowly soaked into the black package.

Ryan, I promised you. I promise you I would live well for you...

"We come Gang City, miss."

The black policeman asked her out of ship politely. Before he left, he seemed to think of something. Then he turned around and put money in her hand. It was not much. It was all bits. Then he patted her on the shoulder: "Be brave!"

Yes, she should be brave.

He was really a good man. During these years, he was the second person to say this to her except Ryan.

"Thank you."

At the moment of stepping on the land of Gang City, the ground that was exposed to the sun was burning her feet. "Hiss." She stamped her feet, raised a small pale face. On the small face, there was confusion.

She came back to Gang City.

But where was she going?

She looked at the money in her hand. Gang City was far away from Chongming Island. She bit her dry and white lower lip and thought quickly. Where she should go?

Can she get a room to stay in Gang City?

It didn’t need to be big. She would be satisfied if she could get a small room.

As long as she can earned the fare and she can go to Chongming Island, see Ryan's hometown, and throw his ashes on the Mingzhu Lake, she would be satisfied.

Ryan said that there was a beautiful natural inland lake called Mingzhu Lake located in Lvhua town in the west of Chongming Island.

It was was a pearl like her.

Ryan also said that even if his ashes should always be together with her and protect the pearl.

He also said that although it would be life-threatening for a baby who has been in its mother’s belly for more than seven months to be taken out, if it was well protected, it would still have a great chance to survive.

Was her child still living in the world?

"Go away, you smell beggar! Don't stand in front of my shop and pollute the air. " By the side of the road, a owner of a grocery store came out and ran into her. He immediately changed his face and drove her out.

She stumbled back more than ten steps. Her right leg was a bit wobbly and she almost fell unsteadily. She looked back and looked at the boss timidly. "You...Do you still want a waitress?"

The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a thorn in her throat.

"A beggar want to apply for the job? Get away. Don't make me unhappy." The grocer boss, like seeing a jinx, picked up the broom next to him and hit her. Belle couldn't dodge. Her face was pain and she fled in a hurry.

"It's so unlucky. Get out of here. If you dare to come here later, I will kill you!"

Belle didn't say a word. She ran far away but can still hear his abuse and humiliation. She said nothing, and the life of being a slavery for five years had worn away her pride and self-esteem. In such a dark place, it was extravagant to live. For this reason, she has lost a lot.

It was scorching. The sweat was on the forehead. The translucent water drops fall from the forehead which was covered with the messy bangs, along her ugly face.

As she passed a shop, she glanced casually at the glass window, reflecting a thin, rickety woman with a light brown scars on her small face. The scars were from her forehead, across her cheek to her chin. Many scars almost disappeared. With time going by, there were light traces.

Her face was yellow and pale, with many scars.

She raised her hand and touched her face. The face she had destroyed with that stone was the protection of her for five years.

Otherwise, in these five years, she was not a slavery, but a prostitute.

At this time, a nearby recruitment sign attracted her attention. Belle dragged her left leg to walk forward slowly, and saw the recruitment. They were all waiters or managers.

"Underground entertainment club?" She frowned and was not impressed by the name. However, she had left Gang City for more than five years, and the changes in five years was great.

In the bottom of recruitment, there were cleaners and pedicurists.

The cleaner's salary was two thousand a month, but the pedicurists' salary was double.

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"Application? I'm sorry, you don't meet our criteria for a waiter. " The man spoke indifferently, with some impatience. It was even wasting his time to look at her.

Belle coughed a few times in a hoarse voice, "no, no. I'm here to apply for the chores worker."

"The cleaner?"

"No. Pedicurist..." Her voice was getting lower and lower, almost disappearing.