Years on the Run in Northern Myanmar

Northern Myanmar—a place where the dead outnumber the living. If not for the disappearance of my sister, I would never have set foot in that godforsaken land.

Online scams, organ harvesting, live burials, electric torture...

If it were only these horrors, I would have been prepared. But when I truly arrived in this hell, I realized there were things here far more terrifying and bizarre.

Years later, this ordeal remains a nightmare I can't shake.

My name is Liu Nanfeng. Whenever I speak of this, people think I’m joking, or worse, that I am insane.

Everything began that autumn, the origin of all nightmares.

And it all started with a video sent to me by my sister, who had been missing for three years.

Live organ extraction, burying people upside down, faces with a dozen eyes, insects the size of humans, the clinking of glasses in underground lairs...

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a violent explosion nearly knocked me unconscious, countless fragments of shrapnel tearing through my body.

Am I going to die...?

Both my parents were officers, my sister a special agent.

Growing up in such a family, I had little choice in life. After getting into the city’s police academy, I’d hoped to secure a stable job after graduation. Who could have guessed I’d end up as a lowly auxiliary policeman? I never even worked big cases—just tagged along with colleagues to raid massage parlors, and even that was considered a major operation.

Through the haze, I sensed someone dragging me by the shoulders. There was a fam