I met Chen Gang while traveling. At that time, I was surrounded by three local thugs, and Chen Gang happened to pass by and saved me. My feelings for him grew immensely. We fell in love and soon became pregnant. After that, I followed him back to his rural hometown. His mother treated me warmly, caring for me like a daughter-in-law. Mom Chen was tall and plump, known in the village for butchering cattle and sheep. Chen Gang often went out for photography.
I noticed that Mom Chen frequently made phone calls late at night, speaking in a very low voice. One night, I urgently needed to use the bathroom and had to pass by Mom Chen's room. "Once she gives birth, we'll handle her the old way, just like the last one. Only the dead won't be discovered," Mom Chen's voice was deep, gravelly, and unpleasant, like gravel scraping against a table.
My heart tightened with fear in an instant. Was she referring to me as "she"? Should I burst in and confront her directly? Or should I call the police immediately? But what if I had just misheard? I crouched down, preparing to sneak back to my room as quietly as possible. I opened the door, entered the room, and closed the door behind me.
I held my breath and tiptoed toward the bed. Suddenly, a wooden stick outside was knocked over with a loud thud. "Who?" Mom Chen shouted angrily. I jumped in fright and quickly got into bed, tightly closing my eyes.
I touched my phone and started recording, my palms slick with cold sweat.
After a while, Mom Chen pushed the door open and walked to my bedside, almost pressing her face against mine. "Xiao Ling, are you awake?"
I tightly shut my eyes, afraid to look at her.
I felt Mom Chen's rough fingers brush across my face, which was somewhat ticklish.
"Xiao Ling, are you awake?" she asked again.
My heart raced like a drum, blood rushing to my head.
I had no idea how she knew I wasn't asleep.
Maybe she was just testing me?
Sweat the size of beans rolled down my forehead.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash at the door, as if a wooden stick had been knocked over.
Mom Chen jumped in surprise and muttered angrily, "That damn cat."
Then she left.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, I sat up abruptly, gasping for air.
Just now, it felt like I had walked through the gates of hell.
I touched my belly, relieved that I hadn't acted impulsively.
If Mom Chen really intended to do something to me, at least for now, it seemed she didn't want to harm my child.
So all I could do was wait—wait for rescue or wait for Chen Gang to return.
I opened my phone and saw a message from a junior in elementary school on WeChat: "Senior, are you okay?"
I replied, "I'm fine, don't worry."
The junior is my mentee and currently assisting me in undercover operations.
She entered the police academy two years after me.
A year ago, we worked together to crack a Human Trafficking Case that exposed a Human Trafficking Gang.
This gang was very cunning; they not only trafficked men but also women and even pregnant women.
We followed the clues and found Chen Gang, suspecting that he is a member of a Human Trafficking Gang, specifically responsible for searching for victims. I took the initiative to get close to him, started a romantic relationship, and got myself pregnant, all to infiltrate their organization and gather more evidence.
For the past few days, I have been staying at Chen Gang's family home, trying to find evidence of their human trafficking activities. However, Chen Gang rarely talks about his own affairs, leaving me with no leads. I can only wait until he goes out for photography to sneak into his room and search for clues.
The drawer in Chen Gang's room was locked, and I couldn't open it. I had to wait until he was away to secretly enter his room and take photos in search of evidence. However, his room was very clean, with nothing suspicious at all. I felt a bit frustrated and didn't know what to do next.
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