In the alley, women's screams and shouts could be heard, but it was too remote and there was no one nearby.
After an unknown period of time, the woman's voice stopped, followed by the sound of flashes, and then a few figures ran out.
A woman was lying on the ground, her clothes disheveled. She was looking up with a pale face, her eyes listless. The clothes on her body had been torn clean, and her white skin was covered in bruises and bloodstains.
After an unknown period of time, footsteps could be heard from the alley.
Her eyes moved. Another group of people had appeared.
"Is it her?"
"It seems so, boss, but she looks like she's already ..."
"This is the nature of this kind of woman. No matter where she goes, people can't help but lay their hands on her."
"Boss, are we still going to continue?"
"Forget it, forget it. It's already like this. I'm afraid of getting sick. I'll just take a few photos and go back to report."
