All living beings in hell

Chapter 155 - Hallucinogens

The lotus lantern at the door was lit up, and the office welcomed the [-]th guest.

Hip-hop music came over and over again, and the guest kicked open the door and wriggled in with a huge stereo.He has dreadlocks dyed buff and blue, sunglasses, tattoos all over his arms, calves, neck, and two triangular black patterns under his right eye.

On the feet is a pair of classic Chicago AJ1s, with a small silver nose ring on the left nose.There are two gold chains stacked around his neck, and diamond-encrusted rings are worn on eight of his ten fingers.

"Hey my old brother, how is it?"

He put the stereo on the ground, and stretched out his fist to hit me, and I raised my fist in response.

"Yes yes, cool, cool. Can you smoke?"

"No smoking."

"ok, ok."

Dude pressed the pause button on the stereo and the music stopped.

"your name?"

"You sound like the cops from the NYPD."

"I will not arrest you, and I have no right to do so."

"Hahaha, just kidding. Which name do you want to know?"

"What would you like me to call you?"

The man's body exudes a cologne mixed with herbs. This smell seems to be covering something, very strong.

"Doogie, that's what my street calls me, Doogie."

I wrote down his name on a piece of paper: "What are you looking for me for today?"

"What's the matter? What's the matter? Make more friends and relax."

"So you want to chat casually?"

"Why are you so serious, you look like a group of hypocritical therapists in a drug rehab center."

"Work habits are usually more serious."

"You know, I knew two Chinese people before I was alive. One was Lao Wang from the Chinese restaurant in Chinatown, and the other was a girl I slept with. Her mother was an accountant, her father was a lawyer, and Stephanie was her name. Really Can't you smoke something?"

"It's non-smoking here, sorry."

"It's so boring. Everyone says that you Chinese are very hospitable."

"Go ahead and talk about Stephanie."

"That girl, she's smart. Asian kids really have the same brains. The stupidest Asians I've ever seen are also counting money in our gang, what's the turnover, profit, expenditure, loss, counting His head is clear and straight.

Speaking of Stephanie, a college student in the College of Arts and Sciences, what is the Department of Oriental Philosophy?Tsk, the body and brain are very sexy.We dated for a while before being discovered by her parents.Can you believe it, a skinny Chinese man with a kitchen knife is chasing me down the street to keep me away from her daughter, this is fucking bullshit. "

"So exciting."

"I can't bear it. Chinese people are like this. What family honor and face are taken too seriously. I can't bear it, I can't bear it."

"Tell me about you, how did you end up in hell?"

"you guess."

Doogie seemed to be very anxious if he didn't smoke something. He pretended to hold a cigarette with both hands, and put it in front of his mouth to take a puff.

"I don't guess, tell me." I lighted a incense stick conveniently.

"Why do you Chinese like to order this thing? Isn't it because plants are crushed to make some kind of flammable product, and there is smoke when it is lit? How is it different from smoking?"

"The difference is still pretty big."

"So you can live with the smell, but I'm not allowed to smoke."

"Yes."

"I think you're attacking me personally."

"You haven't answered my question yet, how did you end up in hell?"

Doogie chuckled: "LSD, you know this?"

"Some kind of hallucinogen, you know."

Doogie stuck out his tongue, took out a sticker the size of a postage stamp from somewhere, and gently stuck it on his tongue.Then retract your tongue into your mouth, put your hands on your stomach, lean back comfortably, and lean on the back of the chair.

"You just took LSD?"

"You just don't let me smoke, you don't let me do anything else," Doogie said defiantly.

"So your death was related to LSD."

"Do you know what a carefree world looks like?"

Doogie's voice slowed down, and the effects of the LSD kicked in faster than I'd imagined.

"Look at your face, it's starting to melt, hahaha."

Doogie pointed at me, then turned her head to look around: "The walls are melting, and the books are melting. It's all a gooey liquid, running down, running down, all running down. Oh, my body too Melting... look at my arms..."

As Doogie described it, his astral arms literally began to melt like ice cubes exposed to the hot sun.Then came the calves, thighs, buttocks, stomach, chest... His entire spiritual body was gradually turning into a liquid, flowing onto the floor of the office, and then dripping from the cracks in the floor, to nowhere.

"Everything is gone, gone. The world is gone, and neither is I, so easy, so easy—"

I didn't do anything to stop it, and watched Doogie completely melt into the water and splash on the ground.The water begins to steam, and the steam evaporates into the air.

"Ah, this part! This is the part I don't like."

"Have you reached the part you don't like so quickly? I thought you could relax a little longer."

"The water is about to boil! It's hot! It's hot! It's too hot!"

The Doogie who turned into liquid suddenly splashed out liquid spikes as if stimulated, which was blocked by the golden light barrier I opened.

"I can't stand it! It's so hot! I'm going to collapse!"

Doogie's ghost started to splash around the office, bounced off the wall as soon as it touched it, returned to the wooden chair, and put it back together bit by bit.

"It hurts, something is crawling on my skin!"

Nothing was crawling on his skin, but Doogie was still scratching at his arms frantically.Those spirit bodies that were just put together were smashed, torn off by him, and put back together because of their own attraction.He fell from the wooden chair and rolled on the ground, as if a fire was burning in him and trying to put them out.

"It's so uncomfortable, why do you still take it?"

"This is the last time! The last time! Help me, save me!"

The left bracelet emits green energy, wrapping around Doogie.The green energy is like an ice cube that has touched the magma, quickly stabilizing his spiritual state.A turquoise miasma rose from Doogie's body, and I opened the skylight to let it disperse.

At this moment, Doogie fell to the ground and gasped heavily, exhausting a lot of energy.

"It's so uncomfortable to take, why do you want to take it?"

"There will always be atmospheres and occasions where you need to get high, and it's okay to get high."

"Do you want to be high even if it's so uncomfortable?"

"This time the reaction is relatively big, not every time the reaction is so big."

As Doogie said, he got up from the ground. He fumbled in his pocket for a while, pulled out several large tablets of LSD hallucinogen, and placed them on my desk.

"do you want?"

"There are enough things in hell that can confuse the mind. Why bother to use hallucinogens in the world to create hallucinations? Everything you are in is an illusion."

"It's not about creating illusions, it's about escaping the illusion of the moment by creating new illusions."

A smell of sweat came from Doogie, his chest and back were soaked.

"What good does it do?"

"Whether on earth or in hell, there are moments that are unbearable, too boring, and need a little spice to spice things up. This is the spice."

"You almost lost your mind just now, do you know that?"

"I'm fucking scared to death."

"Even so, do you still need to use it?"

"It's probably going to take a while. This is the first time I've taken it in hell. I don't know how powerful it is."

"My advice is, don't take it in hell."

"Okay, okay, I know you will all persuade me like that."

"I felt like I was talking nonsense."

"Hahahaha, almost."

"What are you going to do in hell next?"

"It's kind of scary out here, I'm going to have to get used to it a little bit. Meet new people and get on good terms with everyone."

"Are you going to stay here first?"

"Anyway, there's nowhere to go right now, so let's do this for now."

"Okay, then you can go."

"Really not?"

"no need."

Doogie looked at the LSD on the table, hesitated and said, "Then why didn't you confiscate it?"

"I'm not a law enforcement officer. I don't have that right. Besides, the laws of earth and hell are very different. It's true that using hallucinogens in hell does not violate any laws, but if you do something because of hallucinogens , this is not necessarily the case. All in all, this is your business, and you should take care of yourself. "

After hearing this, he put the LSD on the table back into his pocket.

"Cool, cool, got it."

"then you go."

Doogie swung the speaker back to his shoulder with a backhand, shaking his body rhythmically: "Bye."

"Goodbye."

(End of this chapter)