Interaction rules for sick girls

Xia Xiu was gambling. He was gambling that Lan Zixuan would not be willing to spend his money, and that he would not be willing to let such a good and valuable commodity be wasted by Xia Xiu.

Lan Zixuan immediately waved his hand and asked Xia Xiu to leave. Of course, he noticed the boy's little trick and just yawned, but didn't say anything else.

He really couldn't bear to part with such a good product, as he could sell it at a good price through his channels.

He casually pushed Xia Xiu back to the original place and handcuffed the boy again.

Such a farce made him feel happy. After enjoying the good show, he naturally relaxed. After relaxing, the growth hormone subsided and a feeling of tiredness slowly surged from his limbs to his brain.

He was indeed tired today. He kept yawning for some reason. He couldn't perform delicate surgery in this state. It would be terrible if he accidentally ruined the goods.

The girl was simply disinfected. As for Xia Xiu, he wouldn't die from a little bleeding.

But just in case, Xia Xiu was hit with an electric shock device. Although Xia Xiu was not knocked unconscious, his limbs had completely lost the ability to move.

Let's wait until he gets a rest and is in better condition before dealing with the two of them...

He lay on the sofa, yawning.

"Hey, do you remember what it felt like when you first sucked that stuff?"

Xia Xiu, who had been quiet the whole time, spoke in a slow and low voice without any hurry.

At this time, the moon in the sky was completely covered by dark clouds, and the whole house fell into darkness.

Xia Xiu, who was exhausted, lay on the ground and said with a smile.

Chapter 223 Zhuang Zhou and the Butterfly

"That thing..."

Lan Zixuan was lying on the sofa, his eyes were a little dazed and he felt a little sleepy, but he couldn't fall asleep.

"What is that thing?"

He mechanically repeated what Xia Xiu said.

A cold laugh was heard.

"Isn't it the same thing you used to sell? You smoked it yourself, right? It must have been hard to give it up during those years in prison, right?"

Lan Zixuan couldn't help but recall the days and nights he had just been in there. Due to withdrawal reactions, he felt like his life was worse than death every day. Even banging his head against the wall couldn't relieve even a little bit of the pain.

Living in dire straits every day, he never dared to touch anything addictive or dependent after he was released. Only those who have experienced it would understand the fear of those things.

Xia Xiu lay there and sighed, his heavy sigh drowning out the soft music.

"Don't you think your current symptoms are exactly the same as the symptoms you had after taking that thing?"

He looked with pity at the man lying on the sofa like a zombie.

"Benzodiazepines, withdrawal symptoms include: irritability, increased tension and anxiety, panic attacks, hand tremors, shaking, sweating, difficulty concentrating, cognitive difficulties, memory impairment, retching and nausea, weight loss, palpitations, headaches, muscle pain and stiffness, etc. I'm guessing that this is the type of drug you sold back then?"

The drug hormones that entered his body activated the nerve receptors that had been dormant in his body for several years. Due to insufficient quantity, a mild withdrawal reaction occurred.

Of course, Xia Xiu did not use this kind of stuff. He used flunitrazepam-type drugs, which have the same pharmacological effects as mentioned above, but the sedative effect is about ten times that of the former.

Generally speaking, after you take a pill, you will lose consciousness and enter a deep sleep in less than half an hour.

Because its efficacy lasts for about 14 hours, you can sleep until noon the next day.

In addition to the addiction caused by long-term use, the most terrifying thing is that the user will have memory confusion after waking up.

In other words, when you wake up the next day, you have no idea what happened last night.

In medicine, the inability to generate new memories within a certain period of time after taking medication is called adaptive amnesia.

This is one of the popular ** on the Internet.

The brain is conscious but the body cannot move. This is the effect of this drug.

What’s interesting is that ordinary people can easily buy this kind of thing. Just join a few WeChat groups and you will find this kind of thing.

Lan Zixuan lay on the sofa, his limbs gradually becoming weak. He wanted to get up, but he couldn't move as if he was possessed by a ghost. All kinds of negative emotions surged in his heart.

He laughed at himself. It was true. Normally, he was a quiet person who didn't want to do unnecessary things. But tonight he was inexplicably excited and had a strong desire to talk, as if he couldn't calm down unless he did something.

He should have noticed it...

Lan Zixuan tilted his head with all his strength, looked at the little ghost, and grinned. The pale smile and distorted facial features made people feel like a hungry ghost crawling out of hell.

"Don't be happy too soon. I know this thing better than you do. It won't take more than two hours. I will send you to hell as soon as I recover."

Although he didn't know when he was tricked, the boy was handcuffed to the ground five or six meters away from him. Even if he lay there until tomorrow, they would still be the ones to die.

He closed his eyes and began to silently fight against the hallucinations that kept emerging, imagining that he would be able to tear the brat's tendons and bones apart in a few hours. But it was of no use. The strong and distorted hallucinations took him away from that world in an instant.

He came to a world without pain, bullying, or pressure in life. In this world, his dear parents did not abandon him, and his mother did not cheat. They were his biological children. He could grow up without worries, study hard for exams, instead of dropping out of school to work like before. His grades were clearly the best in the class. Then he could have a relationship without feeling inferior, and he could boldly stare into the eyes of girls when chatting with them, just like ordinary people... just as ordinary...

"I like you, please stay with me!"

In front of him was the girl he had a crush on during his school days, confessing her love to him. The dazzling afternoon sun was so beautiful that he couldn't open his eyes. The girl's face became blurry, leaving only the former beauty and fantasy.

I like you......

What a beautiful sentence, it's a pity that no girl has ever said this to him.

The real yet somewhat illusory world before him made him unable to distinguish between reality and illusion for a moment.

He sighed, returned to his old home, and picked up the knife used to chop bones from the kitchen. His mother and father were sitting on the sofa happily watching an unknown skit with great relish.

What is reality?

What is fantasy?

When you regard the fantasy world as reality, the status of the two will be completely reversed.

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of being a butterfly? Or was it the butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou?

He smiled, a smile that was somewhat miserable and desolate, then he raised the knife and swung it at his so-called ordinary parents, one cut after another, as if venting some emotion in his heart.

Xia Xiu chuckled at Lan Zixuan, who fainted after saying those harsh words. However, this chuckle pulled at his wound, causing his teeth to clench.

He had indeed lost his ability to move, and the wire lock pick and other things he had hidden in his sleeves were searched out and thrown into the trash can. He really had no way to deal with the handcuffs that bound him.

Because the wound on his thigh was bleeding all the time and his brain was feeling dizzy, Xia Xiu himself didn't know how long he could hold on.

But Xia Xiu did have a backup plan. He set up his phone to automatically send messages and looked at the clock on the wall. The message should have been sent half an hour ago.

At that time, Lan Zixuan had already checked his mobile phone. What was funny was that the other party did not immediately smash the phone and then pick out the SIM card inside and break it into two pieces.

** caused the opponent to lose his usual caution and calmness. Even Xia Xiu himself did not know when the drug would take effect because he did not know the dosage.

Xia Xiu turned his head to look at the girl with her eyes covered with white cloth, and gradually she overlapped with her body in the previous life. It seemed as if he was hallucinating, as if he was the one who caused Xiaoyu to become like that in the previous life.

Then he felt funny again. How could Xia be such a person?

As time passed, his blood slowly drained away and he became sleepy.

Oh my divine police sister, if she doesn't come again, I will kick her hard on the ass with my shit-covered boots, I swear I will do that.

And under Xia Xiu's prayers, a crack finally appeared in the door.

Xia Xiu slowly went from being happy to calm down.

Interlude: Heroes and Clowns

He easily entered the house with the lock pick, and Xiaoyu was easily sent away by him.

Yesterday's so-called outdoor adventure actually did not gain anything. No traces were left in Brother Zixuan's room or his clinic, and the other party had a perfect alibi. So even if he chose to call the police, the police officers would not pay any attention to him as a little kid.

He had no choice but to come to the table and put a handwritten account book on the table. The girl was not very familiar with his handwriting anyway, not to mention that he deliberately changed the handwriting.

And the rest of the time is just waiting.

He needed to wait for time to pass, wait for the girl to actively lure the man out, wait for the other party to reveal a flaw, and then he could obtain evidence.

He is a civilized man and will never solve a problem by means outside the law, because this is the survival code of this world.

He looked around and realized that he had already surveyed the terrain here. Although he knew that this could not be the first scene of the crime, he still carefully placed a micro surveillance camera here, in a corner of the windowsill, facing the sofa and the living room.

Anyway, he was fully prepared for tonight.

Then he ran to the balcony alone and climbed up. There was no guardrail on the balcony here, so he easily stood on the anti-theft window of a neighbor's house next door.

He stayed there for more than an hour, ignoring the biting cold wind and not looking back at the dark sky that was more than ten meters deep. He just stayed there like a wooden sculpture.

Soon, the noise in the room became much quieter. He leaned over and saw the girl sleeping on the sofa. The way she curled up was so pitiful.

He tilted his head, then took the risk of sneaking into her room to find a blanket to cover the girl with.

After covering herself with a blanket, the girl smiled happily because of the little warmth. Next to her was a notebook that had been flipped open.

He didn't laugh, but continued to return to his original place and continued to be a wood sculpture.

He opened his eyes, and his bloodshot eyeballs were dimly visible in the darkness, hidden behind the curtains fluttering in the wind.

He just stared at one place, motionless as if he had no life.

With the sound of turning a key inside, a strong and slender figure appeared in the room. He first glanced at the girl lying on the sofa, then picked up the notebook on the table and flipped through it. Then, with a gloomy face, he walked to the utility room, took out some sleeping pills, ground them into powder bit by bit, and finally walked to the kitchen to start making soup.

The girl woke up and drank the soup. She watched the man knock her unconscious. She watched the man walk around the room again and again, as if he was looking for something. She knew that he was looking for her.

He moved slowly and disappeared from sight, holding his breath and lowering his heart rate until it was long before he heard new sounds coming from inside.

The man carried the girl on his back, then turned the door handle and walked out.

He followed him and finally found out that the crime scene where the man usually committed crimes was next door to the other person's house.

The anti-theft window he had just stepped on was the place and evidence he had been looking for.

He squinted his eyes and returned to the top of the security window where he had been standing. He placed a surveillance camera in an inconspicuous place to record the scenes in the house next door.

After doing all this, he tilted his head and thought for a while, then took out a small bottle from his backpack and looked at a water tank three meters away from him.

He slowly groped his way along the eaves, like a superman who could climb walls and fly over eaves, and finally came to the water tank. He observed the amount of water in the tank and looked at the medicine bottle in his hand.

He didn't know what the appropriate dosage was. After all, there was a lot of water in it. No matter how good the medicine was, it would be unreasonable to discuss it without considering the dosage.

So without thinking, he poured the whole bottle of medicine that he had ground into powder. There were more than 30 pills in a bottle, and one pill could make three adult men sleep for more than ten hours. But there was still a lot of water in the water tank, so he didn't know how effective the medicine was.

He could only choose to delay time, and then he ran to the corridor. The door of the house next door was locked, and he had no idea of ​​the scene inside.

To prevent any accidents, he ran downstairs and ruthlessly destroyed the main water valve of the entire building. It would take at least one or two hours for the property maintenance workers to come and repair it, which gave him plenty of time.

Then he spent the rest of the time sitting on the lawn of the community, where all kinds of children and old people were walking or playing.

He was connecting his phone to watch the surveillance footage. The picture was stuck and a little unstable, but it was barely watchable.

One of the little boys came running over and pulled his sleeve and said.

"Brother, are you Spider-Man? I just saw you running on walls and flying over rooftops!"

The boy opened his eyes wide and looked at him in admiration.

He smiled, touched the boy's head, and was slightly dazed.

"Yes, brother, I am Spider-Man, and I am about to beat the nasty villain away."

After casually fooling the boy away, his face looked a little gloomy. Perhaps some people had seen his actions just now.

Several different worst-case scenarios popped up in her mind, but then she shrugged her shoulders. As long as the man didn't know, the rest didn't matter.

With a ding-dong sound, the girl's coquettish text message came into the phone. He smiled, and then looked at the surveillance camera inside. A man was taking out the cotton wool from a dog doll bit by bit, and then put it in a garbage bag and threw it in the utility room. Then the man stuffed himself into the doll, and the whole room began to become quiet again.

On a whim, he made a Spider-Man pose to the boy.

hero?

He never felt that he was worthy of such lofty words, and generally speaking.

He composed a text message and set it to be sent at a scheduled time. The recipient was an older sister who was always a little bit stupid.

There is never a good ending for so-called heroes. They either sacrifice themselves for the sake of their country and morality, or they sacrifice themselves and die together with their enemies for the sake of saving all living beings.

He is not such a person. He is just a selfish and despicable clown who uses his sister to achieve his ugly desires.

He walked into the elevator and opened the door directly. He knew that there was someone waiting for him inside and he needed to cooperate with the other party to perform this not-so-good-looking and bloody drama.