Chapter 2

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

After teaching the Tang-Meiling trio a lesson, Song Ye did not return to the third-grade-class-five group. One, because she wanted Tang Meiling to enjoy a little while longer in the toilet; and two, because she realized that someone was spying on her.

Ever since she experienced this ridiculous revival experience, Song Ye noticed that there was a pair of eyes in the dark. In her previous life, she was taken away once she got off the train. She believed that she was noticed since she left the group on the train.

After some thinking, she suddenly made a decision and walked towards the middle carriage. Three people were sitting there while talking softly. When they heard the footsteps approaching, they stopped talking and looked over at the same time.

“Hello, Uncles, could I sit here for a while?” Song Ye looked down, and her middle-length fringe covered her entire thin face. Her voice was soft as if she was a frightened small animal.

The man sitting near the walkway looked up and sized up the girl before putting on a friendly smile. “Take a seat. You’re still a student, right?”

“Yep, thank you,” Song Ye answered softly as she held her bag and sat on the only empty spot in the four-people seat.

The three people seated casually pretended to look at the view, but in reality, they were judging Song Ye from time to time. Finally, some calculations flashed in the middle-aged man’s eyes. “Little girl, you look a little pale. Do you want to drink some water? I’m going to get some for myself.” After he finished talking, the man waved the plastic cup in his hands.

Song Ye lowered her head and hesitated for a while as if she was scared before she nodded. “Then, thank you, Uncle.”

“No problem. We should all help one another outside. Then, can I trouble you to look after many things? I’ll come back as soon as possible.” As he was speaking, the man walked away with a smile and had generously passed the black bag on the table for Song Ye to take care of.

If it was another child ostracized by other people and was cold and hungry who met a nice person to help her, she would have been thanking the gods. However, the person in front of them was Song Ye. Fifteen years ago, she was sold by this man and suffered two years of brutal beatings in the mountains. Even if she turned to ashes, she would remember this man.

Looking at the black bag used to gain Song Ye’s trust, there was a flash in her eyes. She decided to go with the flow by hugging the bag closely and pretended to look after it. In reality, her pair of hands was already feeling around to guess the contents of the bag.

In her previous life, she had received many strict and cruel forms of training so her pair of hands was as agile and sensitive as ever. Things hidden with a thin cloth were easy for her to guess.

However, when she placed her hand on the bag, a weird image flashed in her mind: tens of wallets and spare items were shown in her head, one by one, as clear as ever as if she saw it on her own.

“Little girl, what’s wrong?” The neighboring man saw that Song Ye’s body tense up so he asked her curiously, and there was an investigative look in his eyes.

At that moment, Song Ye recovered swiftly and hugged the bag in front of her tighter as she shook her head. “I’m fine.”

While handling the man’s questioning, Song Ye’s hands swiftly moved across the surface of the bag and confirmed that there were valuables like wallets and accessories inside it. Then, there was a pang in her heart.

Previously, she merely touched the bag’s surface and not any substantial items, but she could clearly see the wallets and accessories… even their model and color could be seen as if she had gone through the bag and saw the inside.

Thinking about this, Song Ye’s heart skipped a beat, and her fingers could not help but to touch her own bag. Once she focused on it, all the messy books, the red scarf, and the school badge’s position were presented in her head, one by one.

She could confirm that this was not a dream or her hallucination. She could indeed see the contents of the bag by just merely touching the surface of it.

This knowledge shocked her, and she could not stop the wild beating in her heart. At the same time, she was elated. She could experience revival, and she did not expect God to also give her a cheat.

The novelty of having a special power made her happy beyond words, and she wanted to try to test her powers on something else. However, when she thought about the situation that she was in, she became calm again.

There were indeed stolen goods inside the bag. These people were not only human traffickers; they were also thieves.

Song Ye lowered her head and investigated the contents of the bag and accidentally found a round stone at the bottom of it. Judging by the shape and the material of it, it was a gemstone.

When she wanted to take it out to see without anyone looking, footsteps sounded from the other end. The middle-aged man passed the water to Song Ye, making her let go of her hands.

“Hehe, thank you for being so nice and helping me take care of my things.” The man smiled and took his things back. His gaze met with the two people beside him. When he got a satisfying answer, his gaze towards Song Ye glowed.

In the past, they tricked middle-aged women who could not be sold for much. They did not expect to pick up a gem this time as it was the most valuable to sell a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old to the mountain areas as they were silly and cowardly enough to not cause trouble.

Song Ye used her fringe to cover her face, and she smiled coldly in her heart as she remembered these people’s calculating smiles. She thanked him and took the initiative to return the bag to the other party.

Her gaze swept across the gemstone’s location, and she felt pity in her heart. If she could just see it again.

Just as this thought flashed across her mind—the next second, something weird happened. She saw the gemstone fly towards her palm from the bag and… disappeared!

Song Ye was taken aback and kept flipping her palm, but she could not see anything. Even if she was very anxious and could not figure out what was going on, the situation before her did not allow her to think much. She took the man’s cup and pretended to lower her head to drink the water, bit by bit, but in actual fact, the water flowed into her sleeves down her palm.

There were sleeping pills in the water and was a common trick used by human traffickers. Song Ye would not be silly enough to really drink it.

When the people opposite her saw that Song Ye was obedient, the smile in their eyes became deeper.

The stations passed one by one. Half an hour later, Song Ye estimated that they were reaching the terminal soon so she pretended that the sleeping pills had worked and lay on the table.

“Little girl, little girl…” The middle-aged man opposite her called out. After he confirmed that she was knocked out, he made a sign and rapidly brought Song Ye to the toilet while the other passengers were all asleep. Then, he turned around to find other prey.

Song Ye’s eyes opened wide and realized that there was another girl in the toilet. She was seventeen or eighteen years old and was also given sleeping pills.

As the train toilets had a pungent smell and the journey was unstable, very little people would use this toilet on the train, which gave the human traffickers this convenience.

When Song Ye noticed that it was quiet outside, she ripped her sleeve off and made her hair unkempt before she ran out of the door and towards the head of the train. Then, she grabbed one of the train attendants as anxiety filled her face. “Help! There’s someone who wants to kidnap us! I have another friend; she’s trapped in the toilet by the human traffickers.”