Chapter 2: Power

After finishing the lesson of Tang Meiling, Song Ye didn't return to the junior team of the third and fifth classes. One wanted Tang Meiling to enjoy some time in the toilet, and the other was that she found that she had been followed.
After accepting this ridiculous rebirth experience, Song Ye noticed a pair of eyes from the dark place. He got caught by the train when he got off the train in the previous life, and he was also spotted when he placed an order on the train.
She thought about it and made a decision in a flash. She turned and walked towards the middle of the previous compartment. There were three people sitting there, talking in a whisper, hearing the footsteps, and silently looking over.
"Several uncles, can I sit for a while?" Song Ye hung his head, and the half-length bangs almost covered the entire thin face, his voice was soft and thin, as if he was a frightened little animal.
The man near the aisle raised his eyes and looked at the little girl in front of him, with a friendly smile suddenly on his face, "Sit down, are you still a student?"
"Well, thank you." Song Ye whispered, holding his schoolbag in the only vacant seat in the current four-seater.
The three of them pretended to look at the scenery at will, but in fact all looked at Song Ye. The middle-aged man's eyes flashed at the end, "Little sister, I don't see how you look well, do you want to drink?" Water, I just want to pour water. "After that, the man shook the plastic cup in his hand.
Song Ye bowed his head, and Sheng Shengsheng seemed to hesitate for a long time before nodding his head. "Then, thank you Uncle."
"You don't have to go out. It's a good idea to go out and help each other. Then please help me look at things first, and I'll just go there." Then, the man walked away with a smile on his face, and he was particularly generous with the black bag on the table Entrusted to Song Ye for safekeeping.
If I had changed to another child, I would have been grateful for the help of a kind person under the circumstances of everyone's rejection and coldness and hunger. But sitting in front of them was Song Ye. She was kidnapped by the man fifteen years ago and suffered two years of beatings in the mountains. She was remembered as a ash.
Looking at the black bag used to trick Song Ye's trust in front of her, her eyes flashed, she counted it, hugged it tightly in front of her, pretended to be a caretaker, and in fact, her hands were already secretly judging the content.
She had received many precise and cruel trainings in her previous life. Her hands were extremely flexible and sensitive. It was easy to detect things through a thin layer of cloth.
But when she put her hand on the bag, the weird scene rushed into her mind instantly, dozens of wallets and scattered items all appeared in her mind, very clear, as if you saw it with your own eyes The same.
"Little sister, what's the matter with you?" The next man saw Song Ye froze and asked her in confusion, his eyes inquiring.
At this moment, Song Ye quickly responded, closed the bag in front of him, shook his head and whispered, "I'm fine."
As he coped with the spying of the trafficker's accomplice, Song Ye quickly touched the surface of the bag with both hands and determined that it was indeed wallets and jewelry, and he was shocked.
Just now she just touched the surface of the bag and didn't touch the real thing, but she could clearly see the wallet jewelry in front of her, and the style and color could be seen, as if she had seen through the bag and seen inside.
Thinking about this, Song Ye jumped to his heart, his fingers couldn't help touching his schoolbag, and his spirit was slightly concentrated. The messy books, the red scarf and the school seal were all in front of him.
She was sure that this was not a dream, nor was it an illusion. She could indeed touch the contents of the object with her fingers.
This recognition shocked her, could not stop the heart from beating violently, and at the same time she was rejoicing. After undergoing a rebirth, she did not expect that God would open a plug-in to herself.
With the freshness of her powers, she was eager to try and find other things to test her power. But at this moment, she was calm again.
The bag in his arms was obviously stolen goods. These people not only trafficked the people, but also did the trick.
Song Ye lowered his head and explored the content, and inadvertently found a slick stone at the bottom of the bag, looking at the shape and texture, or a rough stone.
I was thinking that God would take it out without looking at it, but footsteps came from the other side of the aisle. The middle-aged man handed water to Song Ye and forced her to stop.
"Oh, thank you so much for helping me look at things." The man took the things back with a smile, stared at them and sat with them. After getting a satisfactory answer, he looked at Song Ye's eyes brightly.
In the past, I lied to some middle-aged and old women and didn't sell them for a few dollars. I didn't expect to pick up a baby this time. It is the most valuable thing to sell to a mountainous area at the age of 15 or 6. .
With Ye Liu covering up, Song Ye closed the eyes of these people's calculations one by one, sneered in his heart, thanked his face, and took the initiative to return the bag to the other party.
She glanced over the place where the original stone was. She couldn't help but regret it. It would be nice if she could look at it again ...
The thought flashed through my mind, and the next weird thing happened again. I saw the rough stone in the black bag flew towards her palm, and then ... disappeared!
Song Ye was stunned, but she couldn't help but open her palms, but she couldn't see anything. Although her heart was in a state of confusion, she couldn't feel her head, but she couldn't tolerate the situation now, and took the man's drinking glass. She pretended to lift her head and drank it a little, but in fact the water went into the sleeve along the palm of her hand.
Sleeping pills were put in the water. This is a trick used by traffickers. Song Ye won't be stupid enough to drink it.
A few people across the face saw Song Ye obedient, and the smile in his eyes deepened.
The platforms passed one by one. After half an hour, Song Ye estimated that he was almost at the end of the station, and pretended to be lying on the table with a sleeping pill.
"Little sister, younger sister ..." The middle-aged man on the other side shouted two times, and after making sure she was asleep, he made a gesture, and while the passengers were sleeping, quickly transferred Song Ye to the toilet of the carriage, and then Turn around to find another prey.
Song Ye opened his eyes and found that there was another girl in the toilet, around the age of seventeen or eighteen, who also took sleeping pills.
Because the toilets on the train are so stinky that they are not fixed during the journey, few people use the toilets on the train, which also provides convenience to traffickers.
Song Ye listened to the outside and didn't move. Now he opened one of his sleeves, messed up his hair, opened the door and rushed out. He ran directly to the front of the car, grabbed the responsible flight attendant, and panicked, "Help! Someone is going to kidnap us, and I have a companion who was tied to a toilet by a trafficker. "