Chapter 10 Human Trafficking Beggar Gang

There is a tree in the center of Qingnian Road, Wuling City, a peach tree that is a hundred years old.

On October 2, 2000, a young woman hugged a 4-year-old boy from the back seat of the bicycle. She said to the boy: "Wangwang, you are waiting for your mother under this tree. Mom goes to the toilet and comes back soon."

The little boy sat on the stone guardrail under the tree and said, "Okay."

Ten minutes later, the young woman came back, but the little boy disappeared. The young woman looked pale and stood under the tree to ask the people passing by. Half an hour later, the panicked family arrived one after another. They called the police and took photos of the child to go to nearby intersections, stations and docks for inquiries. During the investigation, the police learned that the little boy was taken away by a woman. When the young woman heard the news, she collapsed on the ground. The onlookers helped her up. Some kind-hearted people suggested that she write a missing person notice and posted it on the street. After a while, the young woman took off her shirt in front of everyone, bit her fingers, and wrote a missing person notice on her clothes with her blood, which hung it on the tree.

More and more people were watching. The woman wearing only a bra finally burst into tears. She sat on the ground like a madman, clenching her fists, screaming loudly. The heart-wrenching pain made her voice change, and the words she said were even more miserable and terrifying. The words were enough to make every mother cry:

"My son is lost, oh, what should I say, God, it's gone, it's a woman who kidnapped it, and people say I've seen it. I kowtowed to them, kowtowed a hundred, 10,000, 10,000, please. Oh, it's windy, it's cold, my son is still wearing only a small jacket. Wangwang, where are you? I can hear your voice, you cry, you laugh, and call me mother. My son, I'm taken away by a human trafficker. I spit, I should cut the trafficker to hell into pieces. A woman, stealing someone's children, I peel your skin, suck your tendons, drink your blood, chop your fingers, you deserve to die! Damn it!

Damn it! That's the flesh that fell from my body. He is only 4 years old. No, no, I said the wrong thing. You are very compassionate and return my child to me. OK? Without him, I can't live. You are also a woman. Do you have a conscience to hold someone's children? If you want to sell your child, I am willing to pay ten times the money or a hundred times the money to buy my child back. Tell me where my Wangwang is, I am willing to climb on the ground, I am willing to climb to the side of the child. I am willing to sell the house, loan, and all the money is given to you, just ask you not to hurt the child, don't ask for the organs on the child. Please, you evil woman, you will go to hell, hell..."

The next day, she stood under the tree again, looking dull, as if she had grown ten years old overnight. For several days, people passing by saw a woman talking to herself at the tree, like a pale, dull, gloomy ghost. Sometimes, when someone who was pushing a flatbed cart selling walnut cake walked past her, she would make a series of vicious curses, but because of her hoarse voice, no one could hear what she was saying - she was already crazy.

Half a month later, in the Huacheng Railway Station Square, an old beggar led a little boy with an iron chain to beg. The little boy rolled up his trouser legs, and there were three shocking rotten sores on his legs, and flies buzzing around him.

Half a month ago, the little boy was still in kindergarten. All his abilities were singing a few songs, memorizing a few numbers, and telling a simple story. Like all children, he had a small face like an apple and a bird-like voice. He used a small spatula to dig a hole on the ground. When he found an earthworm, he would happily run to tell his mother, chatter and say something that no one could understand to his mother's ears. Then all he did was to sleep on the sofa with a teddy bear. He woke up but didn't want to eat. Although he was only 4 years old, he would lift his little face and say seriously, Mom, I haven't eaten ice cream in more than ten years. He had his little train, airplanes and army. He ruled all the stars in the sky and all the flowers on the earth, that is, ruled happiness and happiness.

When a child merges with a dog and moves in front of you, his neck, which should have been wearing a necklace, has an iron chain, and his eye sockets are deep, his eyes have changed from fear to dullness. He doesn't speak, no longer laugh, or even dares to cry, he just kneels and begs like that; when this child, who is pale and thin, is covered in dust, has ragged clothes, and is unkempt, appears in your sight unexpectedly - even in the sun, what this child tells us is: darkness exists.

A child kneels on the ground and states the sins of all mankind.

According to the report of the Ministry of Public Security, in 2004, a total of 1,975 cases of trafficking in children were cracked and 3,488 children were rescued. This is just the data on solving the case, the tip of the iceberg, and there are more unknown content under the sea. There is nothing in the world, it is more cruel than a mother losing her child. Human traffickers abducting a child is equivalent to destroying three or four families. How many parents who have lost their children are mentally ill from then on, and how many grandparents and grandparents will never get sick from now on?

my country is sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not less than five years and not more than ten years for trafficking of women and children. Bai Baoshan, the main culprit of the Criminal Investigation No. 1 major case, was sentenced to four years for stealing several pieces of clothes; Ma Qingxiu was sentenced to three years in prison for the crime of unknown source of property for three years and five years of probation, and Ma Qingxiu was involved in the case of 9.31 million yuan (the maximum sentence of the crime of unknown source of property for unknown source of property is five years).

We can't help but ask whether the balance of the current law is tilted?

Are the two ends of the balance sometimes too light and sometimes too heavy?

Not only that, we also have to ask questions about every pair of barefoots, why don’t you have shoes? Just look deeper through the ragged hole and you will find a world of suffering.

We should face this because this is what we make ourselves.

That human trafficker and that woman is Guli.

After Cuban was imprisoned, Guli took Balang to wander around. She thought about work, but she didn't find a job. She wanted to go to the prison to see Cuban, but she gave up the idea because she also participated in drug trafficking and bank theft. During her wandering days, she missed the grape trellis and cotton fields in her hometown, and missed her usual life. In the end, she felt that she was desperate. This woman with a scorpion-like heart sold her son to a farmer in Shanxi.

At that time, Guli took the money and walked to the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, and farted. She giggled, laughed and cried again.

She returned to the family, and the honest buyer - the farmer who was barely in the family - asked her why she was back. She said, "I can't bear to leave the child, so I'll say a few more words to the child." She hugged Balang in her arms and whispered in his ear: "Ten days later, you sneak out of his house. I'll wait for you under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village. I'll pick you up. Do you remember?"

Balang nodded as if he had some clarity.

She only played this trick of making everyone lose money. The second time she sold Balang to Guizhou. A few days later, when she took Balang to escape, the whole village chased her on torches. The third time, she sold Balang to an old man in Huacheng, named Apal, who begged for a living.

Here we will briefly explain that in developed cities such as Huacheng and Shenzhen, there are a large number of professional beggars. Taking beggars near the bus stations of Shenzhen and Shanghai as an example, several beggars from Henan will shout, "The lights are red, come on! You must, there will be no lights whenever they are green!" They kept bowing to the vehicles waiting for the red lights for money. Each of their income is about 70 yuan a day and 2,000 yuan a month. This number is very attractive to farmers, so people are constantly joining this group, some families come out to beg together, and even villagers from the entire village beg in groups.

Apal is a professional beggar.

At first, he was leaning on a wooden stick and carrying a broken teapot, walking around the streets and alleys, with little income. Later, he brought a disabled child from his hometown, a baby girl with crooked mouth and drooling eyes, and sat at the entrance of the kindergarten every day. The entrance of the kindergarten is indeed the best place to beg, and parents who pick up and drop off children can easily transform their love for their children into sympathy for the "grandson and grandchildren".

In 1999, the year when the chrysanthemum one-yuan coins were issued, Apal had to go to the bank to exchange two boxes of coins every month. One box of one yuan was brand new and shiny, and there was a chrysanthemum on each coin; one box of 50 cents, yellow, emitting a gold-like light.

In April 2000, his money tree, the sick baby, died. In late September, Guli sold Balang to him for 4,000 yuan. He was disappointed with Balang because Balang was too healthy and a little old. He expressed his willingness to buy a child under 4 years old for a high price. On October 6, Guli brought a crying child.

He and Guli had this conversation with him in Apal's residence, in a rental house in Tianhe District, Huacheng:

Apal shook his head and said, "I can't accept this kid."

Guli asked: "Why?"

Apal said: "He is wearing too clean. Look, the clothes, shoes, arms and hands are too tender. Where did you steal it? The parents of children are not crazy yet. They will come up and beat me to death."

Guli made a gesture of breaking things with both hands: "You can mess with him."

Apal said: "You can't do anything that is despicable."

Guli said: "You are not bad-minded."

Apal said: "Unless you sell it at a low price."

Guli said, "You tell me the price."

Apal said: "4000, for the sake of the fellow villagers."

Guli said: "Get the deal, give the money."

Apal said, "What money should I give? Let's get even. Take Balang away and keep this child. Your little Balang, he doesn't go out to beg for food with me, and he feels embarrassing. He even stabs me with a knife and plays outside all day long. When he is hungry, he comes back to have a meal. You should take it away."

Guli scolded: "Abang died (swear words), I will take Balang away in a few days."

That night, it started to rain lightly, and Appal sat at the small round table and drank. He taught the child to call him grandpa. If the child didn't shout, he knocked on the ground with a stick and said, "I will be your grandpa from now on."

Balang came back humming a song, grabbed the boiled sheep's hooves on the table and nibbled. He saw a little boy tied to the legs of the bed and asked, "Who is this?"

Apal said: "I bought it and I'll take him on the street tomorrow."

Balang said, "Then I'll put on his makeup first."

Balang applied the oil on his hand to the little boy's clothes and poured the ashes on the little boy's head. The little boy cried.

"This way I am like a little beggar, don't cry." Balang took out a butterfly knife and threatened.

The little boy retreated in horror.

"What's your name?" Balang stabbed the little boy in the stomach with a knife.

"Wangwang." The little boy replied, he was so scared that he almost cried, but he didn't dare.

"Wangwang." Balang repeated the name and laughed, "You are a puppy, and I will call you a puppy from now on."

"Puppy, where did you come from?"

The little boy shook his head.

Balang patted his forehead and changed his method to ask a question: "Where is your home?"

The little boy thought for a while: "Building No. 4, Guanghua Community, Qingnian Road, Wuling." He spoke very skillfully. It seemed that his mother taught him a lot.

Apar said: "Dare to say Wuling again--"

The old beggar raised his crutch and made a pose to beat him: "I just suck you and jump around."

"Your mom doesn't want you anymore," said Balang.

The little boy rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands and started crying.

"What else?" Balang shrugged and said, "I, Ada, got in the phone, and my mother sold me three times, three times." He stretched out three fingers to Wangwang, and then he stuffed a sheep's hoof into Wangwang's hand.

"Getting." Balang ordered.

Every day, Apal takes Wangwang to the streets to beg, and Wangwang has completely become a dirty little beggar. Apal also made several wounds on Wangwang's legs with white glue, red ink and cotton swabs. These fake rotten sores are very realistic. If maggots are placed and a little stinky fermented beef are applied to attract flies, it will be more effective for begging. Because of the frequent crying, Wangwang's eyes are deeply hidden in a shadow and have lost their luster. At first, they kneel on the street with a look in a panic, and they have irresistible fear of everyone. Then the 4-year-old child gets used to it and becomes numb. Balang sometimes begs with Apal, but more often he likes to wander around the street. Children are easy to get familiar with, just as the light of two stars is the same. Balang sometimes bullies Wangwang, and sometimes affectionately calls him "puppy brother".

One day, it was drizzling and it was impossible to go out to ask for money in such weather. Apal lies on the bed and sleeps. The elderly always sleep very heavily. Wangwang pulled out a small box from under the bed, which contained some cards, two magnets, and several small cars with wheels falling off. He took out a very beautiful plastic villain and said to Balang: "For you."

"Picked up in the trash can." Balang looked at him disdainfully.

"Let's play for you."

"What's so fun about this," said Balang. "There are many fun things you don't know. I'll take you to the ice cellar. It's hot and there's ice there. Then go to the swimming pool, and we can sneak in and jump from the platform into the water. I'll take you to Sanyuanli to see the bone woman. She's not dead yet, and she's going to the train station to watch people fight."

"I miss my mother." Wangwang said, lifting his big eyes and holding back the tears in his eyes. He did not cry, but just let the tears flow out. Alas, this little child has learned to be strong and patient.

Balang said, "Oh."

After a while, Balang snapped his fingers and seemed to have made an important decision. He said, "Isn't this simple? I'll take you home."

The two children walked hand in hand in the rain. The rain drenched their hair. They didn't speak, and walked all the way, walking, walking out of the city village where dirt was hidden, walking through the dilapidated alleys full of garbage, and walking onto the street. Wangwang held Balang's hand tightly. We couldn't know what the 4-year-old was thinking along the way. When he grew up, can he remember who took him out of this nightmare, and can he remember the hand he was holding tightly at this moment?

Near the market, Balang took out a wrinkled piece of money from his body. He said to the stall owner who sold mutton cakes, "Come two cakes, I want to treat you." He said to Wangwang, "Eat it and stuff it into his stomach." After eating, they continued to walk forward. Balang led Wangwang to the door of Tangxia Street Police Station in Tianhe District. Balang asked Wangwang, "Do you still remember where your home is?" Wangwang nodded. Balang said, "Go in and let Tiaozi help you wipe your butt, and they will send you home."

Balang pushed him and said, "Go, brother puppy."

After saying that, Balang ran away quickly. He hid in the corner of the street and secretly saw Wangwang standing at the door of the police station and crying loudly. A female policeman walked out, squatted down and asked something, and then walked into the police station with Wangwang's small hand.

Balang left with confidence, and he whistled a song:

If you have a garden, you will plant fruit trees.

You have a son to read,

We should educate our children to love labor.

Be a strong and good man.

Guli was discovered while stealing a baby. She was beaten to death. The victim was afraid that she would die, so she was not sent to the public security bureau, but threw her at the entrance of the hospital.

Many days later, a prostitute appeared in Shikang Street, Sanyuanli, Huacheng. She was the oldest and ugliest prostitute on the street. She sat in the glass door of the hair salon, like quiet air, quietly raising enoki mushrooms on her lower body. She didn't laugh because two of her front teeth fell off. Even during the day, she brought the breath of night. This woman who was not yet syphilis waved to everyone passing by. She was particularly fond of the elderly. She hooked her fingers, threw her eyes, and even lifted her skirt, but her business was still bleak. Not long after, she could not pay the rent and the protection fee collected by the local gangster, so she had to walk on the street with heavy makeup. This woman standing under the street light yawning can be used as a night view of the city at night, just as dark clouds are also part of the sky.

At the stations, docks, squares, subway passages, and pedestrian bridges in Huacheng, there is a group of people who always lie on the concrete floor in summer or winter, covered with a broken blanket, and their arms are pillows. When they stand up, their heads come out of a hole, and the blanket becomes clothes.

They also have a hat or a broken teapot for begging.

A little girl passing by once had questions about this one winter, and she asked her mother: "Aren't these people cold?"

Mom said, "They are beggars."

The little girl said, "What is a beggar?"

Mom said, "It's just a beggar, a beggar for money."
To be continued...