After being murdered by my whole family, I was reborn

Zhang Ran took off her coat and wore it inside out, so the bloodstains wouldn't be visible, and no one would notice that she was wearing her clothes inside out. This was a batch of clothes that she had specially ordered Er Ya to have made at the factory; they could be worn inside out and were essential for murder.

She took out a mask and put it on her face, then put on a hat and pulled it down to cover her forehead, leaving only her eyes showing. Even her own mother wouldn't recognize her.

Finally, she took out a pair of gloves and put them on to prevent people from recognizing her gender by her hands. In addition, she deliberately wore unisex clothes and, given her height, she could easily pass for a man, as long as she didn't speak.

After getting dressed, she looked at Dongchan and saw that Dongchan had also changed into a new mask, covering herself up completely to avoid being recognized.

Zhang Ran pointed to her missing left hand, "Hide it, don't let anyone find out." Missing a finger makes it too easy for people to recognize her.

Dongchan nodded; she could kill with one hand!

Zhang Ran reached out and opened the passenger door, then jumped out, saying, "Let me see what kind of stuff is in the back seat."

The two people went to the back of the car, which was not locked because it could only be opened from the outside.

Zhang Ran and Dong Chan exchanged a glance, and at the same time, they both drew their pistols.

Zhang Ran took a step back, creating a safe distance.

Dongchan then opened the rear door of the carriage, and a stench hit her nose. She didn't react at all, looked inside the carriage and determined that there was no danger, then opened it completely.

Upon smelling the stench, Zhang Ran frowned slightly and looked at the wooden crates arranged in the carriage, some large and some small. Each crate had a tiny hole on its side, making it impossible to tell what goods were inside. The source of the stench was these crates.

She could guess what was inside the boxes without even opening them.

Approaching Dongchan, he whispered in her ear, "Go open the box, be careful. If anyone tries to harm you, kill them."

Dongchan gestured to her and lightly jumped into the cargo box.

All the wooden crates were opened from the outside, and without external help, the living creatures inside would simply suffocate.

Dongchan opened a small box first, but before she could see what was inside, an even more pungent stench hit her.

The stench was unbearable for most people, but Dongchan seemed to have lost her sense of smell. She continued to examine the contents of the box without changing her expression. It contained a child curled up in a ball, covered in excrement and urine, with his eyes closed. It was unclear whether he was dead or alive.

Dongchan didn't need to reach out to check the child's breath; she could tell from the child's ashen face that he was dead. She looked up at Zhang Ran getting into the car and shook her head.

Dead? Zhang Ran lowered her eyelids to look at the dead boy inside the box, then looked away at the other boxes, signaling Dong Chan to continue. She also helped open the remaining small boxes.

There are only three small boxes in total.

Inside the box were children, the youngest being three or four years old and the oldest no more than eight or nine, one boy and two girls.

The oldest boy died, while the two youngest girls survived. They drank their own urine when thirsty and ate their own excrement when hungry. Although they were alive, they were very weak.

One of the girls, who was in the best spirits and still able to speak, clung tightly to Zhang Ran's clothes and secretly told her that the boy had been too noisy and had been beaten up and stuffed into a wooden box. During this time, someone had fed them water and food once.

Zhang Ran guessed that the boy was spoiled by his family, was mischievous, and disobedient. The traffickers didn't know their own strength, and the boy suffered serious injuries, didn't receive timely medical treatment, and was locked in a wooden box, where he died.