Chapter 1131 Endless torture

Baal did not try to keep the other party because he lost all his strength.

After Avril left, he lay on the bed, and his whole body seemed to have a strange hallucination, as if floating on the sea, feeling of nothingness and uncertainty, causing a deep sense of fear to surge out from the depths of his heart.

Until now, his mind was confused and complicated, like a spider web, and various pictures of the past surged out of his mind. Hong Xing, Avril and other faces flashed by and appeared again.

Baal didn't know whether it was because of his inner activities or because he took the potion.

He thought for a long time and finally understood that the reason for the fear in his heart was not because he was worried about Avril's departure, but because he was not sure of overcoming drugs.

Many people are curiously poisoned because of being too confident in reality, determined that they can overcome it, and then they fall into the abyss and nightmare, because the so-called willpower is simply vulnerable in front of some things.

Once controlled by the potion, he will obey Avril's will and even kill Hong Xing.

Thinking of this, Baal couldn't help but shivered. This scene was something he would never want to happen.

He fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, Baal didn't eat or drink, so she stayed in the room all day, and went downstairs to buy two packs of cigarettes.

The whole person has been in a light state, as if he is stepping on cotton under his feet or walking through the clouds, but he is still unable to feel at ease.

I kept yawning, feeling extremely uncomfortable all over. I always wanted to take a few sips, so I quickly turned on the cigarette, lit it and started smoking.

Unconsciously, two packs of cigarettes were not left, but his symptoms of physical discomfort never improved.

Bali understood that this was because of drug addiction. He didn't expect that what he had happened was so sudden and powerful that he couldn't resist it at all.

A thought rushed out like a snake: contact Avril and ask for that kind of potion, as if only after taking a sip will you feel comfortable.

He couldn't help but have a cold war. How could he have such an idea?

"Bal, if you are a bad guy, just keep holding on!"

He patrols left and right, tore the sheets, tied his feet tightly with cloth strips, and then fell onto the bed with his back.

The ringtone of the cell phone rang, and he felt upset for no reason and turned off the phone without even watching it.

But I didn't know that this was Ye Fan's beating, and the latter was to care about him.

Yawning and tears were almost falling, and Bali felt that he could not hold on.

He suddenly sat up from the bed, staring at his feet with his eyes tightly, and he didn't even suck his face, so he looked very unkempt and dirty at this moment.

Two completely opposite ghostly hollow sounds sounded in my ears.

"Unlock the cloth strips and go find Avril."

"Don't act rashly, just stay in the room honestly."

Bali put down his cell phone and rolled around on the bed. He felt more and more uncomfortable. He felt comfortable not dead yet. Sometimes, if he really wanted to die, he would not have to suffer such torture.

He felt that compared with this torture, there was no terrible torture in the world.

Time became extremely tormented, as if every second was stagnant. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains and shone on his face, making him feel a trance and dizziness.

Bali closed his eyes, hoping that time would pass faster, and hoped that night would fall and he could have a good sleep.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sky finally dimmed.

His strength finally recovered a little. He let go of the cloth strips that helped his legs, stood up, and decided to go to the bar to get drunk. Perhaps only drunk and unconscious can solve this difficult problem at the moment.

After leaving the hotel, he stopped a taxi on the side of the road and headed straight for the nearest bar.

In the bar, there was a crowd of people and the atmosphere was quite warm. Bali ordered a bottle of vodka, added ice, and then sat in a elegant seat, looking at the crowd that twisted her waist wildly with the sound of music in the dance floor, thinking about something.

Half a cup of vodka, put a few pieces of ice from the ice drum, raise your neck and drink it all.

After a day of empty stomach, coupled with the sudden stimulation of the strong wine, his stomach became hot and spicy.

Bali put down his wine glass and rubbed his eyes. He accidentally discovered that in a dim corner, two people were talking sneakily.

The two of them stood and sat at the same time. The middle-aged man was sitting, and the yellow-haired boy was standing, as if he was selling something to the former.

Their expressions looked a little nervous. The middle-aged man first handed a few bills to the yellow-haired boy. After putting away the money, he took out a small bag of things from his pocket and quickly stuffed them into his hand.

The middle-aged man didn't even look at it, so he quickly put on his things, for fear of being discovered by others. A trace of joy flashed through his face under the lights of light, as if he had gained the most precious wealth in his life.

Then the yellow-haired boy turned around and left, but he didn't know that his every move had been accidentally targeted.

Bali looked at the other party and knew that they must have been secretly conducting an inconspicuous drug deal just now.

An impulse in his heart was to buy a few of those things from the yellow-haired boy, so that he could become free and happy in an instant, and be as good as a living god.

However, he knew that doing so was terrible and was destroying himself.

"Damn it, why am I so useless? I can't even stand this torture."

Bali complained that he was not in a hurry to find the yellow-haired boy, but poured the cup full of wine and continued to drink.

Before I knew it, the whole bottle of strong wine fell into my stomach and my whole body became more and more uncomfortable.

The impulse in my heart became stronger and stronger, and even alcohol could not control it, and even played a role in fueling the fire.

He stood up shakingly and looked at the yellow-haired boy in the distant corner.

"I think it's not a big problem to just come with one, and I will never do this again in the future." Bali was calm.

Although he knew that this was self-deception, he could no longer control his steps and slowly moved towards the other party.

Only drugs can free him from pain.

Wrong thoughts bloom with beautiful flowers, confusing people's eyes and hearts, and unknowingly destroying themselves in a pleasant sense feast.

"Brother, give me two."

Bali walked to the yellow-haired boy and said straight to the point.

When the other party heard this, he looked confused and shook his head: "I don't know what you are talking about?"

It was not that he didn't want to sell things, but that he found that the visitor was a completely unfamiliar face, and he took the initiative to ask for it, and told himself with a vigilant attitude that this was definitely a fraud, either the police or his informant.

He was not so stupid as to sell things to a note, so he immediately pretended to be confused and confused.

"Stop pretending to be confused here. I can see all the transactions you just now." Bali pulled out a stack of money from his wallet, "Don't worry about money, no point will be reduced."

"I really don't know what you're talking about?"

The yellow-haired boy felt that Bali was becoming more and more suspicious, so he insisted on pretending to be crazy and stupid. He didn't want to overturn the gutter just because he was greedy for a little money.

You know, if you sell this thing, the sentence will be very serious. If you don’t do it well, you will just eat a gun.

He is so young that he doesn't want to say goodbye to this world completely in his twenties.

"Damn it, you don't want to make money. Is it a fool?"

Bali repeatedly pretended to be stupid and refused, and couldn't help but get angry and cursed.

"If nothing else, I'll leave first, sir, you're drunk too much."

The yellow-haired boy was about to walk elsewhere.

"It's not that easy to leave."

Baal stretched out his hand and stopped him, "If you don't give me something, don't want to leave here today."

"Black eats black?" Seeing this, the yellow-haired boy immediately said to himself.

If the customer who came to the door actively was not a policeman, then he was just a traitor.

His right hand subconsciously fled into his arms, then a sharp short knife was tightly held in his hand, and he said gritting his teeth: "I tolerate you again and again, but if you are aggressive, don't blame me for being rude."

After saying that, the tip of the short knife stabbed directly at Bali. He saw that he wanted to escape in a hurry, so he was not ruthless at all.

However, how could his skills be worthy of Baal? Even though the latter's health has not yet recovered, it is more than enough to deal with such a young boy.

Before I could figure out what happened, my wrist numbed and the short knife fell to the ground with a clang.

As the sound of earth-shaking music sounded in the bar, no one noticed the movement here.

Bali held the other party's wrist and said, "Boy, you'd better not use force in front of your grandfather and me, otherwise you'll just show off your skills."

The yellow-haired boy was shocked. He didn't expect that a young man of his age would be so skilled. Not everyone could do it to grab a sharp blade with bare hands.

However, Baal is effortless, and it seems that he is drinking alcohol. If he is completely awake, he may only be faster and more agile.

Having good martial arts shows that the other party is likely to be a police officer.

In short, in the eyes of the yellow-haired boy, Baal is definitely not a serious buyer, either a policeman or a hostile bad guy.

Therefore, it is definitely not possible to trade with Baal.

"If you don't hand over the things, I'll break your arm or not."

Baal felt increasingly uncomfortable in his body, and at this moment he needed to suck something to quickly solve the problem.

"Sir, please calm down."

The yellow-haired boy persuaded him, his expression seemed very painful, and his wrist was almost twisted off immediately.

"I don't believe it, but I can't cure you!"

The more Baal wanted to get something, the less the other party would do that, how could he not annoy him?

So he used force on his hand, accompanied by a muffled "click", crushing one of the yellow-haired boy's wrists.

"Can you give me something?"
Chapter completed!