Compound Diphenoxylate Tablets

Chapter 25

As the National Day Golden Week approaches, red flags are already flying at the entrances of some shops.For thieves, the tourist season is a good opportunity to start.But the crackdown that happens every year happens to be in October this year.

Without money, Xiang Dongchen and Xiang Haomiao curled up and struggled in the dark soil like pests that could not get enough food and nutrition.

"Isn't there any friend you knew before who could borrow money?" He didn't specify who it was, but Xiang Haomiao was referring to Zhou Zeya.No matter how painful Dongchen endured, it was impossible to find Zhou Zeya, this was his only persistence left.

Xiang Dongchen glanced at Xiang Haomiao and said nothing.Xiang Haomiao also knew that Dongchen would never ask Zhou Zeya for money.He rubbed his nose, "Your mobile phone should be worth a few bucks."

"Don't call my attention." Dongchen said subconsciously touching the phone in his pocket.Usually, Xiang Haomiao doesn't mention this person, because Dongchen's fall has nothing to do with him, and he feels very guilty, but whenever desire comes, his humanity will always be lost.

"I'll buy you another one when I have money." Xiang Haomiao said and rushed forward.Xiang Dongchen didn't have the strength to push her away, and the two got entangled.During the fight, the phone slipped out of his pocket, Xiang Haomiao grabbed it, and Xiang Dongchen reached out to snatch it. There was a "kuang" between you and me, and the phone hit the wall.

Both of them froze when they heard the sound.The back cover of the phone flew off, and the screen was covered with cracks.Xiang Haomiao didn't know whether he was escaping Dongchen's punishment or seeing no hope of selling mobile phones, so he went out.Xiang Dongchen silently put the back cover on.When I turned on the phone, it was still connected, but the screen was already worn out.

After half a night, Xiang Haomiao came back and threw a bag of powder to Dongchen, maybe he borrowed money from somewhere.After finishing this work, I felt drowsy, and Dongchen fell asleep peacefully.It's not that he doesn't want to blame Xiang Haomiao, it's just that he doesn't want to say anything more about his disappointment and self-abandonment.

Gradually it got colder.The days are still normal and hopeless.The night was as cold as water, and Xiang Haomiao woke Dongchen from his sleep. He rubbed his eyes, wondering what happened.

"Wait until someone knocks on the door and don't make a sound, there are a lot of policemen coming." Xiang Haomiao whispered.Hearing the word police, Dongchen woke up, and was about to ask what was going on, but heard the voice of the landlord. The voice was very loud at night, and Dongchen could hear it clearly.

"Why did you ask me to go to the police station? I'm the one who was unlucky. Is it easy to rent a house and charge some rent?! How can I rent a house now that it's like this?" It was unequivocal, almost shouting at the top of his voice.

"You are the people's police, you must be the people's masters, you must be the masters for me! I just saw that it was not easy for her as a young girl to work in the city. How do I know that she does this? How can I rent it to her!"

In the yard, the landlord is still arguing with the police. It seems that there is a murder case and the landlord is required to assist.Who doesn't know that the residents of this urban area are mixed with fish and dragons?But the landlord refused to admit it, and made a miserable face.When Dongchen heard this, she was startled.

"What little girl?"

"Who else could it be? Isn't it Yao Hongying who always loves to talk to you?" Xiang Haomiao replied impatiently, signaling Dongchen not to speak out at this moment.

After searching outside for about an hour, they left at dawn. The landlord was finally taken to the police station for interrogation.Dongchen went out of the room and saw that Hongying's door was sealed.You can smell the pungent smell of blood when you get close to the door, and you can still see the blood stains at the door.The smell made Dongchen feel dizzy.

The other residents did not fall asleep and came out one after another.Everyone didn't care about discussing a person's departure as a talking point.

Before Yao Hongying was pregnant, she was on the street. After she became pregnant, she couldn’t smoke without money, so she just used her hands and mouth to accept jobs, regardless of the appearance of the visitor, whether it was dirty or not.

A man who came yesterday seemed to be a fugitive. He had a perverted hobby for that matter, and he liked pregnant women.Although Yao Hongying was short of money, she was about to give birth and didn't dare to take the risk, so she was beaten up by the men.

The person who said it saw that everyone was listening to him attentively, and he talked even more eloquently, "The man left after the beating. I don't know if he did it in the end. I didn't hear it."

Another person said, "Let me tell you, even if I didn't have this pervert, I wouldn't be able to live until the day I was about to give birth. I've been tossing like this."

"Yeah, it's a good thing that this child died in the womb. Taking its mother away is a way to save her face, otherwise it would be born with a deformity." After finishing speaking, he laughed twice.

Listening to these people's indifferent words, Dongchen seemed to hear Yinghong calling her brother Dongchen when she closed her eyes. The desire to vomit.

Yao Hongying died at the age of seventeen or eighteen, and her death was as short-lived as her life to others, but no one mentioned it anymore in a few days.It's just that the room has not been rented out yet.The landlord came back in the afternoon that day. This urban area is already difficult to control, and I don't know if the police have pursued it.

Xiang Dongchen was bored for several days and didn't speak.I remember that I used to watch TV or newspapers and often saw the news of sudden death of drug addicts in the suburbs/by the river/by the lake. At that time, I just glanced over it.Now that I think about it, the end of an addict's life is nothing more than this, right?Once addicted to drugs, they will quit drugs for life, but most people still don't quit until they die.

Looking at Dongchen like this, Xiang Haomiao thinks that Dongchen and Yinghong's relationship is probably the reason why she is sad.Because for Xiang Haomiao, this kind of death was commonplace.

After the crackdown passed, they lurked into the train station again like poisonous insects that had been dormant for a long time.It was a very fruitful day, and I stole a foreign tourist's wallet, which contained two stacks of money, a stack of RMB, and a stack of pounds.

Dongchen gave the RMB to Xiang Haomiao, and took the money to find someone to exchange.In the past, Xiang Haomiao was responsible for buying drugs. Although he was already in the same boat, Xiang Dongchen still didn't want to have too much contact with people in the drug circle.

I took the money and went to a bank headquarters in the downtown area. There was a middle-aged man sitting at the door, and there was a sign "Exchange RMB" next to it.There are people like this at the door of many banks.This is also a good place for these thieves to "sell stolen goods".

Had a bite to eat and was ready to go back.Apart from exchanging money, Xiang Dongchen seldom comes to the city center now.He was pacing slowly on the street when he suddenly fell.A woman pulled the child and apologized again and again. It turned out that she had stepped on a shoelace that was unraveling towards Dongchen.

"It's okay, I didn't notice it myself." Dongchen waved his hands and stood up, walked to the side of the road and squatted down, but the shoelace snapped in his hand.Dongchen looked at the shoelaces, thoughtful, and felt flustered for no reason.

Not in the mood to wander around, I took the bus home.When he took out the keys at the door, he smelled a familiar smell, which made Xiang Dongchen sick.Heart pounding, he opened the door.

Xiang Haomiao leaned on the bed, a needle pricked the base of her thigh, the blood stained the entire bed sheet red like splashed ink, and the ground was also covered in blood...

Dongchen stood at the door in a daze, turned around and vomited, throwing up all the food he had just eaten.Since I vomited once because of the fear of HIV, I can't help feeling sick every time I feel scared or sad.But never once, vomiting so badly.

He had heard that someone died of excessive blood loss due to a piercing of the aorta, but such a thing happened right in front of his eyes.

Yao Hongying, Xiang Haomiao, the death of these people is the portrayal of their own future.At the beginning, there was the pleasure of wanting to be immortal, but in the future there will be a price of wanting to die!Looking back on my life, I don't know why I have come to this point. He looks down on himself and hates himself, but he also wants to live, and he doesn't want to live like a walking dead, but there is no other way...

Xiang Dongchen vomited until his throat hurt.The whole person's mind was empty, and his ears were buzzing, and he fell down straight like this.

When Xiang Dongchen woke up, he found himself in the ward.After a while, the police came in and signaled him to go to the police station for questioning if he had no problem.

On the way from the hospital to the police station, Dongchen asked the policeman about Xiang Haomiao's situation.The policeman saw that Dongchen was not like an ordinary criminal messing around, so he treated him better.Tell him to send Hao Miao to the crematorium after the autopsy.He nodded to Dongchen, expressing that he knew.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, no one in this world can help Xiang Haomiao with his funeral.If he died in the future, he would probably end up like this, right?

For the police's interrogation and inspection, Xiang Dongchen cooperated like a puppet.When he was about to be assigned to the detention center, he learned that he needed to inform his family, but after investigation, Xiang Dongchen was alone, so he asked if he had any friends as usual.Dongchen shook her head.

At this time, a policeman entered the examination room with Dongchen's mobile phone. In the address book, it seemed that only Zhou Zeya and Song Hui could be contacted.The main reason is that there are too few contacts in the phone's address book.

"You two friends, who should we contact? We have to pay back the things we collected. And if you don't have anyone to send you money in the labor camp in the future, it will be too difficult." Xiang Dongchen's case is actually in the police It seems to be a small case, after all, there are too many drug addicts, and it is impossible to catch them.Therefore, it was a little policeman who interrogated Xiang Dongchen at this time, and this policeman had always been kind to Dongchen.Speaking of this, it means that there must be a contact person.Zhou Zeya absolutely couldn't let him know, and had no choice but to contact Song Hui.

Song Hui was very surprised when he received the call from the police station, and his jaw dropped when he knew it was about Xiang Dongchen.When he arrived at the police station, he couldn't have a long chat with Dongchen, and made a lot of guesses about what happened when Dongchen disappeared during the short meeting.Although angry, but more distressed, he was busy cleaning up his mess.

Xiang Dongchen was soon assigned to the city detention center to wait for the final judgment.

For the first drug use, it should have been two years.However, he had a previous record of stealing and was finally sentenced to three years of labor reform and drug rehabilitation.

He entered the labor camp, had his hair shaved, and changed into a prison uniform.Walking in the corridor of the prison, I saw a picture.Only belatedly did I realize that I was a prisoner.

Yellow skin □□, in the hands of credit, do not distinguish between true and false, crazy and endless interest

Looking at the black soil in Guangdong, the red ladle in Chu, the green mountains in Guizhou, the white water in Yunnan, the eyes are dim, and the dragon liver and phoenix marrow are loved by He Lian

While the fire is burning, there is a curl of green smoke, and the night is long, arrange some black-bone chicken and ginseng

I can only see gold in the sky, jade characters Qionglou, US dollar bills and British pounds, skyrocketing

Hundreds of thousands of property, forget the heart, addicted to fatigue, lamenting the impermanence of life to wait

A lotus is poisonous, anoints treasures and longevity, advances with white swords, and chases after tigers and wolves

Breathing open on the horizontal pillow, full of life's pleasure

Pierce all the veins of the whole body, regardless of hepatitis and AIDS, even if the father complains about the mother, it is just a swan song in the underworld

Only a few inches of decayed hair left, half-sleeved shoulders, two lines of clear tears, a skeleton

(Note: This word comes from Bi Shumin's "Red Prescription")