[Master Hacker Xiao Yan Ye VS Undercover Policewoman Sister Thirteen]
There was a dark web that ordinary search engines couldn't find, called heaven hell. It was a marketplace for human trafficking. Countless girls who had vanished without a trace appeared there as commodities, listed with their nationality, age, measurements... and all kinds of explicit photos. They were auctioned off to the highest bidder, with free worldwide shipping.
The streets of Paris
Zhou Yan clutched a one-inch photo. On closer inspection, you could make out the embossed name of some high school, apparently torn from an ID. Facing the morning rush, he stared anxiously ahead, his black eyes set deep beneath his brow.
He asked again and again, using the few English words he knew: "Excuse me, this girl, have you seen her?"
That winter, it didn't snow in Paris. For the next six years, the sun never shone in Zhou Yan's world again.
