"Miss Liu, you've been 'running a fever' for almost three days now, and it's just the right time for the 'smallpox' to come out. In a moment, you just need to lie down and wail; as long as it seems somewhat convincing, it'll do. If you're not confident, you can practice a few cries now for me to hear,"
Mo Yan looked at Liu Tinglan, who was a bit nervous, and quietly comforted her, asking her to relax.
Liu Tinglan nodded and tried crying out twice. It did sound quite believable, enough to deceive the traffickers.
Mo Yan nodded, then cautioned the sixteen other girls, "Whether we can successfully escape depends on this. The traffickers are extremely cunning, so everyone, be careful not to give us away."
All sixteen girls nodded in unison. After these past few days, their admiration for Mo Yan had grown immensely.
Mo Yan smiled and gave them an encouraging gesture before stepping up to the platform and squatting beside the iron gate to watch outside.
