Kill Me, Heal Me novel Chapter 5

Five years later——

On the Atlantic coast, a ship sailed quietly on the blue sea.

A thin and small woman, holding a black package, squatted in a corner of the deck. Her face buried in the black package, as if she holding a valuable treasure.

The woman's long hair was withered, yellow and dry. She was wearing a shabby linen clothes that the color was faded. It seemed as if she put a big bag on her body. Under the big clothes, her body was skinny and bruised.

"Miss, you can go back to Country C in a short time. In view of your success in helping us solve the case this time, we will escort you safely to Gang City of Country C and let you go home. "

The black policeman on the ship spoke English fluently.

Hearing the words "go home", the woman suddenly trembled violently, and raised her head. A little face which was dry and black showed.

"I don't go to Gang City. I'm going to Chongming Island. " The woman's voice was hoarse, as if she had a handful of sand in her mouth.

If you didn't listen carefully, you didn't know what she was talking about.

The black police said patiently, "no, we found that Gang City is your hometown. Don't worry. I'll send you back. "

His tone was resolute.

The woman did not speak, and buried her face on the black package again.

In the package, there was a small black urn.

In the box, it was everything for her.

Half a month ago, she finally escaped from the hell with several companions and contacted the South African police successfully. With their help, she completely destroyed the hell full of filth and drugs.

In order to leave that place, she planned for five years and her best friend died for it.

She was free now.

When she left the land in South Africa, Belle thought that she was free finally.

For five years, she was tortured day and night. She was desperate every minute. She can't help but want to boast herself. It was not easy for her to die!

Why? Because of it, her best friend died.

People can change.

They were five years, nearly two thousand days and nights. Sometimes, she can't help thinking, if she died on the operating table five years ago with her child, would her world be better?

But it was impossible.

Holding the urn tightly, the last tears slowly soaked into the black package.

Ryan, I promised you. I promise you I would live well for you...

"We come Gang City, miss."

The black policeman asked her out of ship politely. Before he left, he seemed to think of something. Then he turned around and put money in her hand. It was not much. It was all bits. Then he patted her on the shoulder: "Be brave!"

Yes, she should be brave.

He was really a good man. During these years, he was the second person to say this to her except Ryan.

"Thank you."