The storm of electronic fraud, the day I was deceived into northern Myanmar

I wanted to clarify the matter of being framed by A Niu.

But when I proposed this idea, Zhao Yuan said, "Do you think He Keliang will believe you in this situation?"

Hearing her words, I couldn't help but become silent.

She was right. Now all the evidence points to me. Even if I say that A Niu is behind everything, who would believe it?

When A Niu bites me back, I'm afraid I will die even worse.

However, I am still a little unwilling to wait for death here...

"It's useless for you to think about it now." Zhao Yuan said, "If I were you, I would just take advantage of these few days to eat and sleep when it's time."

Seeing her gloating expression, I fell silent.

In the past few days, I have been in pain when I should be in pain, and I have been in despair when I should be in despair.

Nowadays, it is basically impossible to survive and leave here.

"If the blood types don't match, will He Keliang really kill me?" I asked.

Zhao Yuan said: "One hundred percent!"

She covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Do you know who He Keliang is? He is the boss's younger brother. No one has ever made him suffer in the park. You are the first one... I have never seen him do it. He has such a big temper, so if the blood type doesn’t match, he will definitely kill you without even thinking about it.”

"You seem happy when he loses his temper?"

Hearing my question, Zhao Yuan's smile froze instantly, and then a flash of hatred flashed in her eyes: "Of course!"

"why?"

"No reason! As long as I see him feeling uncomfortable, I will be happy!" Zhao Yuan said coldly.

It seems that there must be some conflict between her and He Keliang, but if she doesn't tell me, it's hard for me to ask.

Maybe it was because I was about to die, but Zhao Yuan didn't shy away from chatting with me. Apart from the matter between her and He Keliang, they basically talked about everything else.

It was also through her that I learned about the organ trafficking operation model in the park.

She said that the people who perform organ transplant surgeries in the park are all invited from Thailand.

The specific process is undoubtedly that someone wants to buy an organ and then contacts them through a black market intermediary.

These intermediaries pass information on the organs to be bought and sold, prices, etc. to major organ trafficking organizations. After receiving the information, these organizations start matching and find the most suitable organs.

After that, the quotation starts, and the intermediary selects the most suitable price and starts the connection.

Although the campus where I am located has medical facilities and equipment, it does not have a medical team.

Therefore, when performing organ transplantation, it is necessary to invite the medical team from Thailand.

"Why Thailand?" I asked Zhao Yuan.

She raised her eyebrows and said, "Because Thailand is the world's largest black market for organs, and it is also one of the top places in the world for organ transplants."

She continued: "It is not cheap to hire a medical team, so in order to improve the success rate of transplantation, the park built such a hospital so that buyers can come together and perform surgeries here."

After hearing this, I finally understood. No wonder the ward I lived in was so luxurious.

A few days later, I started blood type matching. After a series of operations and waiting for about two days, Zhao Yuan happily found me.

She held a list in her hand and said to me with excitement: "You are lucky, your blood type and HLA match!"

I couldn't be happier to hear this news.

Suffice it to say, there is no news that would make me happy at all right now.

Regardless of whether I am matched or not, my final result is death!

That feeling of powerlessness tortured me, making me seem to be suffocating at any time.

Looking at Zhao Yuan, I squeezed out a smile and asked her: "Last time I asked you something..."

"Don't think about it, it's impossible." Zhao Yuan decisively refused, "My mobile phone has also been restricted. Except for internal contacts in the park, I can't make any calls at all."

I told her before that if my blood type matched, I would like to be able to call home.

Now it seems that it is basically impossible.

"Actually, you'd better not contact your family." Zhao Yuan said, "In your current situation, what will happen even if you contact them? Tell them that you are going to die? Or let them save you?"

She put the list in her hand on the table beside her, sat down, and lit a cigarette: "In my opinion, don't think about anything now. Wait for the medical team to come over for the operation. I will give you more anesthesia." After you go to sleep, all the pain will be gone. As for your family, they can’t find you. At least they think you are still alive, which is a thought for them."

I pursed my dry lips, my mouth felt a little bitter, and sighed, "Do I really have to die?"

"Otherwise?" Zhao Yuan slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, with something in her eyes, "In fact, death is sometimes a kind of relief..."

"Sometimes I want to die but can't. That's called pain." She added and laughed, her smile filled with helplessness and bitterness.

This is the first time I've seen her look like this. In the past few days I've been with her, she's basically been careless in her speech. She's never comforted me, and sometimes she even makes various sarcastic remarks.

Of course, I can't expect her to do anything to me. After all, she and I are not relatives.

Originally, I thought I could accept it all calmly, but on the day of the surgery, my strong desire to live made me basically out of control.

I struggled desperately on the hospital bed, but it was of no use. The restraints tied my hands and feet tightly.

Tears rolled down from my eyes like an endless river, and I felt unprecedented despair.

I want to shout, I want to struggle, but I can't do anything. My life is like a bound lamb at the moment, ready to be slaughtered!

Listening to the footsteps of doctors and nurses around me, I was filled with fear.

I began to miss home, the place I was familiar with, the place full of warmth...

I miss my mother, her warm smile, and the bowl of hot noodles she cooked...

I miss my dad, his gentle eyes, his comforting and encouraging voice...

I know that is all in the past, just like the past that I am about to become.

I no longer have the opportunity to experience those ordinary and beautiful things.

I have no chance to tell them how much I miss them, how much I regret, how scared I am...

After Zhao Yuan gave me anesthesia, my consciousness began to become blurry.

It was also at this time that I realized that this world was so strange and cruel.

I have no choice, I have no way out, I can only watch myself going to a dead end, to death...

I feel like my world is getting darker and colder.

I even felt the breath of death, the coldness, the despair, the helplessness...

I am dying...

I want to scream, I want to resist, I want to run away! !

I want to tell them that I am not an object, I am not an organ, I am a person with thoughts and feelings!

I felt my consciousness disappearing bit by bit.

Like drops of water, slowly dripping...

I feel my heartbeat is like pebbles, slowly sinking...