After finishing teaching Tang Meiling and the other three, Song Ye didn't return to the third and fifth-grade junior high school classes. One reason was that she wanted Tang Meiling to enjoy some time in the restroom, and the other reason was that she realized she was being targeted.
Since accepting this absurd experience of rebirth, Song Ye had noticed a pair of eyes watching her from the shadows. In her previous life, she had been arrested by this man when she got off the train, so she suspected that she was being targeted when she boarded the train as well.
After pondering for a moment, Song Ye made a quick decision. She turned and walked towards the middle of a carriage where three people were seated, engaged in a low conversation. Upon hearing her footsteps, they suddenly fell silent and glanced at her.
"Excuse me, can I sit here for a while?" Song Ye hung her head, her bangs covering most of her thin face. Her voice was soft and delicate, reminiscent of a frightened little animal.
The man on this side of the aisle raised his gaze and looked at the young girl in front of him. A friendly smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Sure, you're still a student, right?"
"Yes, thank you," Song Ye replied softly, clutching her school bag and taking the only empty seat in the four-seater.
The three individuals pretended to casually look at the scenery, but in reality, they were surreptitiously observing Song Ye. Finally, the middle-aged man sitting across from her flashed a calculating look in his eyes. "Little sister, you don't look too well. Would you like some water? I was just about to get some." He shook the plastic cup in his hand.
Song Ye hesitated timidly, as if contemplating for a long time, before nodding and saying, "Then, thank you, uncle."
"No need to thank me. Helping each other is only natural. Could you do me a favor and keep an eye on my things while I'm gone? I'll be right back." With a smile on his face, the man walked away, generously entrusting his black bag on the table to Song Ye for safekeeping.
If it were any other child who had experienced rejection, coldness, and hunger, encountering the help of a well-meaning person would have evoked gratitude. But sitting in front of them was Song Ye, who had been abducted and trafficked by this man fifteen years ago, enduring two years of severe beatings in the mountains. She remembered him clearly.
Looking at the black bag filled with stolen goods, her eyes flickered with a plan. She hugged the bag tightly, pretending to be a watchful guard, while her hands secretly explored its contents.
Having undergone extensive and cruel training in her previous life, Song Ye's hands were extremely agile and sensitive. It was easy for her to detect objects through a thin layer of fabric.
However, when she touched the top of the bag, a strange scene instantly flashed through her mind. Dozens of wallets and scattered items appeared vividly, as if she had seen them with her own eyes.
"Little sister, is something wrong?" The man sitting beside her noticed that Song Ye had frozen and wasn't moving. He asked her suspiciously, his eyes filled with curiosity.
In that moment, Song Ye quickly reacted and hugged the bag tightly in front of her. Shaking her head, she whispered, "I'm fine."
While dealing with the prying eyes of the trafficker's accomplices, Song Ye discreetly touched the surface of the bag with her hands. She confirmed that it contained wallets, jewelry, and other valuables, which shocked her.
She had only touched the surface of the bag, but she could clearly see the contents inside, as if she had a glimpse through the material.
This realization startled her. Her heart raced with excitement. She had experienced rebirth, but she never expected to gain such an extraordinary ability.
Eager to explore her newfound power further, she couldn't help but want to test it on other objects. However, considering the current situation, she forced herself to remain calm.
The bag she held contained stolen goods, and these people were not only human traffickers but also engaged in other illegal activities.
Song Ye glanced down at the bag's contents and unintentionally discovered a round stone at the bottom. Its shape and texture indicated that it was still a rough stone.
Lost in her thoughts, she almost unconsciously reached for it, but footsteps echoed from the other end of the aisle. The middle-aged man returned with water for Song Ye, forcing her to pause.
"Thank you for helping me keep an eye on my things," the man said with a smile. He glanced at the two of them sitting together and, satisfied with their interaction, his eyes gleamed as he looked at Song Ye.
In the past, he had deceived middle-aged and elderly women, selling them for a few bucks. Little did he expect that this time he had stumbled upon a valuable treasure—selling a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in the mountains would fetch a high price, especially if she was naive and timid, unlikely to cause trouble.
Song Ye concealed her calculating expression behind her bangs, sneering inwardly as she thanked the man and returned the bag to him willingly.
Her gaze fell upon the rough stone inside, and she couldn't help but feel regretful. If only she had another chance to examine it...
That thought flickered in her mind, and the next second, something strange occurred. The rough stone in the black bag flew into her palm, and then... disappeared!
Song Ye was stunned. She instinctively opened her palm, but there was nothing to be seen. Although her heart was filled with astonishment, she couldn't dwell on it further. The current situation didn't allow her the luxury of contemplation. Taking the cup of water from the trafficker, she pretended to raise her head and slowly sipped from it, allowing the water to slide down her sleeve instead.
The water contained sleeping pills, a common trick used by human traffickers. Song Ye wasn't foolish enough to actually drink it.
Observing Song Ye's compliance, the three individuals exchanged knowing smiles, satisfied with their plan.
As the train passed through different platforms, half an hour later, Song Ye estimated that they were nearing the final destination. Pretending to be affected by the sleeping pills, she laid her head on the table.
"Little sister, little sister..." the middle-aged man across from her called out twice. After ensuring she was fast asleep, he signaled to the others. Taking advantage of the passengers' slumber, they swiftly transferred Song Ye to the train's restroom, leaving her there while they sought out other victims.
Song Ye opened her eyes and found another girl in the restroom, around seventeen or eighteen years old. She had also been drugged with sleeping pills.
Due to the unpleasant odor and unstable environment of the train restroom during the journey, few people used it, which conveniently aided the traffickers in their operations.
Listening for any signs of movement outside, Song Ye tore off one of her sleeves, tousled her hair, and opened the door, rushing out. She ran straight to the front of the train, grabbing the attention of a flight attendant. Panic-stricken, she pleaded, "Help! Someone is trying to abduct us. I have a companion who has been tied up by traffickers in the restroom."