“The reason why I decided to use drugs now is because I am not very sure about the purity of this drug.
When this white powdery substance was first invented, it was once hailed as a panacea that could cure almost all diseases. Especially in terms of pain relief, it even surpassed medical morphine. The Germans who invented it even gave the doctor
The elixir was given a glorious name: Hai, Luo, Yin - in German, this means hero.
At first, this magical medicine was used to treat headaches and coughs. Later, doctors were surprised to find that these medicines can cure all diseases, accelerate blood circulation, metabolism, and make the elderly rejuvenated, and there is no morbid addiction.
Sexually. They are even given to newborn babies as cough drops, with no side effects for the first two years.
Therefore, there is a scientific basis for using drugs as a treatment. If I want to save him, I must scrape off the source of infection on his arm. Although I have been diligently cleaning it in the past few days, if I don’t cut off the piece of rotten flesh, I’m afraid he will be
Even if we survive, this arm will be useless. For people like us, if our body is disabled, we will be eliminated.
My concern is how to control the dosage of drugs, whether to take them orally or smoke them.
This is critical.
The key to not being addicted lies in the way of taking it. In the years when drugs were first synthesized, they were really only used to treat diseases and save lives. Patients at that time only took a few milligrams orally, which was less than one-tenth of the amount injected by current drug addicts.
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The pleasure of taking drugs orally takes a long time to reach the brain, and the dose is very small. People who take drugs orally do not feel extreme pleasure. They only relieve pain and feel a slight sense of comfort.
But within a few years, some people started injecting intravenously and inhaling it through the nostrils. The drug instantly entered the blood and brain, causing the entire body, head, and nerves to experience an explosive pleasure, like lightning. This pleasure would last for two days.
For hours, the drug user will be immersed in a semi-narcotic state, with only pleasure in the brain and no other feelings. This feeling comes and goes quickly. Even a strong-willed person will be shaken and only have a desire for drugs.
I am interested in the pleasure, and everything else is not taken into consideration.
Since the pleasure disappears quickly, tolerance, dependence and habit to drugs follow. At first, you can get that magical pleasure by just taking one gram, but gradually, you need to increase it to two grams, three grams, from one gram to one gram.
I smoked once a month, then I smoked every day, or even every few hours.
After becoming addicted to drugs, you can no longer be interested in anything. Once the supply of drugs is cut off, you will experience unbearable torture. Even if you quit, relapse in the future will make it even worse.
I don’t want him to become addicted to drugs. That would not save him, but harm him. But I have to find out the purity of the drugs on my hands before performing surgery on him. In the past few days, I have been doing it on myself every day.
Experiment, take it orally with boiled water, and study the dosage.
My experiment has not yet yielded final results, but I roughly understand the range of doses. Sha has been unconscious for two full days, and I can't delay it any longer.
I used about ten grams of the drug, mixed it with boiling water and let him drink it, and he soon fell into a semi-conscious state.
I tied him up to prevent him from struggling when I scraped the bones. I sat there and waited for two hours until his breathing became even and heavy.
I used a lighter to simply sterilize the other military spur, held it in my hand, looked at the brake, and almost wanted to flinch.
His face was horribly red, and veins protruded on his temples, as if his head would burst at any moment. I held his shoulders, steady my hand, and cut the tip of the military bayonet along his festering wound...
Thirty minutes later, sweating profusely, I wrapped his arm with a relatively clean lining, then collapsed heavily to the ground, staring at the ceiling with helpless eyes, my consciousness gradually blurring...
I don't know how long it took, but I woke up. There was a trace of steam coming out of the pot, and he leaned against me weakly and smiled stupidly at me.
I know, I succeeded. Both of us can survive.
After resting for a few more days, the first month has passed. Both Sha and I are recovering. With salt and oil, plus one meal of dried meat and boiled skin every day, our lives are really worth it.
It's comfortable up there.
But the food reserves were running low, so we began to discuss how to spend the remaining two months. Robbery was undoubtedly the best way, but thinking about the blond boy, I felt a little uneasy in my heart.
Sure enough, when Sha and I got out of the cave covered by weeds, we saw thick smoke billowing from the slums and soldiers with weapons everywhere. I saw a group of people kneeling on the edge of the stinking ditch, one after another.
They were questioned and shot. Their bodies fell into the bottom of a deep ditch like discarded broken dolls.
Everything has changed and become worse than ever. I estimate that the person who caused this situation must be the stupid blond boy. He must have robbed the army supplies when the warlord was most agitated. Those children were trained to rob and escape.
There must be no problem, but the superior warlord decided to take revenge on everyone in the slum - everyone, regardless of age, sex, height, beauty or ugliness. As long as they are caught by the soldiers, no one will escape death, and so will we.
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Sha and I hid back in the hiding place and didn't speak for a long time. He looked at me. As long as I made a decision, even if I asked him to be a target and die, he would carry it out without hesitation.
I took inventory of our supplies and regretted the lavish eating and drinking some time ago. I re-divided the food and divided what I originally ate for a day into three portions. In this way, these supplies can still last for a month.
We try our best to travel on rainy nights, collecting clean rainwater and looking for anything to eat.
Most of the houses on the outskirts of the slums have been burned to ashes, and further inside there are rugged and difficult alleys, filled with disgusting smells, and no army soldiers want to get close. Most of the survivors of the slums are hiding in
Inside, it's almost impossible to steal something from anywhere.
I persisted like this for another half month. I became thinner and thinner, my mood became more and more irritable, my physical strength could not keep up, and I obviously felt that I could not hold the military spurs.
One night, Sha and I were awakened by the rumbling sound of tracks on the ground. They poked their heads out of the hole in the weeds and saw two large bulldozers appearing in front of the slum.
Rows of houses collapsed, and hundreds of soldiers followed the bulldozers and advanced deeper into the slums.
I finally understood why the warlord was not in a hurry to attack the slums. What he was waiting for was the bulldozers. Even though my eyes were dazzled by hunger, I could still clearly see the Chinese characters printed on the bulldozers.
With the oppression of the bulldozers, the people in the slums finally rushed out screaming. I saw the blond boy among them. His eyes were red and he was holding the Desert Eagle in his hand. The strange thing is that he did not become thinner, but instead
He has gained a lot of muscle, but there are only two other boys around him.
A scuffle broke out between the two sides. I pulled the brake and signaled him to follow me.
I didn't plan to save the blonde, because he was hopelessly stupid. He had caused all this by himself, and it had also caused trouble for me and Shi, so it was an advantage for him not to rush up and kill him.
I led Sha from behind to where the warlords were camping. They came out in large numbers, and there were almost no guards here. Sha and I found the food we dreamed of without much effort.
We quickly rushed to the warlord's tent. I leaned on the table and ate the cold beef ribs. Sha Ze was holding the broth and slurping it down. I tore off a piece of the ribs and threw it to him.
He handed me the broth. We were so busy that we couldn't use our hands at all...
After finishing the steak and broth, we calmed down. There was a lot of food on the table, such as grapes and oranges, which are rich in glucose and vitamin C, as well as two bags of compressed biscuits, half a piece of dark chocolate, and even a whole
Box of coffee - if we take them all, these foods can last for a whole month, so that we can successfully pass the test and be picked up, but if we anger the warlord, the consequences will be disastrous.
I hesitated, looking at the food in front of me. If I didn't take away this food, we would not be able to find a source of food after the warlords flattened the slums, and we might only be able to survive for a few weeks.
She looked at me without saying a word, holding the half piece of dark chocolate in her hand.
If I asked him to let go, he would definitely let it go. He was even ready. I paused for a while and nodded slightly to him. He was a little surprised, but more of a surprise. We quickly moved the table
All the food in the room was put into the pockets. I hoped that the warlord himself would not notice that someone was eating his food, so Sha and I cleaned the room and pretended that a subordinate came in to clean it up.
Before leaving, I stole a shirt from the warlord because he needed a clean bandage.
Back at the hideout, we were still complacent about our little cleverness. The massacre in the slums had ended, bulldozers had leveled the place, and in the next few days, countless bodies with missing heads were thrown into the stinking ditch.
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The stinking ditch was steep and steep, with a drop of nearly ten meters. It was full of feces and dead bodies. Even though we were hiding in a hidden cave, Sha and I still couldn't stand the stench coming from the bottom of the ditch.
After more than ten days like this, the movement in the slums finally fell silent. The warlords completely wiped out the place, and it was as if the slums had never existed. I don’t know how many people died, but I know that except me and Sha, almost all
No one can survive.
I thought things were over and I could count the last days with my fingers crossed. However, I was wrong, and very wrong. The soldiers who exterminated the slums did not withdraw. They lit torches and began to set fire to the mountains.
That night, the whole mountain was on fire. Cha and I were sleeping, without any precautions, and were choked out of the cave by the billowing smoke. Our coughing was noticed by the nearest soldier, who shouted loudly.