"The reason why I made up my mind to use drugs now is because I am not so sure about the purity of the drugs.
This white powdery thing was once known as a panacea at the beginning of its invention, which can cure almost all diseases. Especially in terms of pain relief, it even surpasses medical morphine. The German who invented it even gave the elixir a brilliant name: Hai, Luo, Yin—in German, this means hero.
At the beginning, this kind of elixir was used to treat headaches and coughs. Later, the doctors were surprised to find that these drugs can cure all diseases, accelerate blood circulation, metabolism, and make the elderly rejuvenate, and there is no pathological addiction. Sex. They even used it as a cough drop for newborn babies, and there were no side effects for the first two years.
Therefore, the use of drugs as an instant treatment is scientifically based. To save him, I must scrape off the source of infection on his arm. Although I have been diligent in cleaning the last few days, if he does not cut off the rotten flesh, I am afraid that even if he can survive, this arm will be scrapped. For people like us, physically disabled will be eliminated.
My concern is how to control the dose of drugs, whether it is oral or inhaled.
This is critical.
The key to not being addicted is the way you take it. In the few years when the drugs were first synthesized, they were really only used to treat diseases and save people. At that time, patients only took a few milligrams by mouth, which was less than one-tenth of the injection volume of current drug addicts.
It takes a long time for the pleasure of taking oral drugs to reach the brain. Coupled with the small dose, people who take oral drugs cannot feel the extreme pleasure. They only relieve the pain, accompanied by a slight sense of comfort.
But within a few years, some people started to inject them intravenously and inhale from their nostrils. The drugs instantly entered the blood and brain, causing the entire body, head, and nerves to produce an explosive pleasure, like lightning. This kind of pleasure will last for two hours and will immerse the smoker in a semi-anaesthetic state, with only pleasure in the brain, and no other feelings. This feeling comes fast and goes fast. Even a strong-willed person will be swayed and only interested in the pleasure of drugs, and nothing else will be taken into consideration.
Since the pleasure quickly disappeared, then came the tolerance, dependence and habit of drugs. At first, you can find the fairy-like pleasure by just smoking one gram, but gradually, you need to increase it to two grams or three grams. From smoking once a month, you must smoke every day, even every few hours. Must suck.
After being addicted to drugs, there is no interest in anything. Once the drug supply is cut off, it will usher in painful and intolerable torture. Even if you quit, relapse in the future will worsen the situation.
I don't want Cha to become addicted to drugs, that is not to save him, it is to harm him. But I must figure out the purity of these drugs before performing surgery on him. In the previous few days, I did experiments on myself every day, taking boiled water orally to study the size of the dose.
My experiment has not got the final result, but I probably understand the range of the dose. Shasha has been unconscious for two full days, and I can't hold on any longer.
I used about ten grams of drugs and mixed them in boiling water for him to drink. He quickly fell into a semi-coma state.
I tied him up so that he wouldn't fight back when I shaved my bones. He just sat and waited for two hours until his breathing became even heavier.
I used a lighter to simply sterilize another army stab, holding it in my hand, looking at the brake, almost wanting to shrink back.
His blush was terrible, and his temples burst into blue veins, as if his head was about to burst at any moment. I held his shoulder and held my hand steady, and the tip of the military stab cut along his festering wound...
Thirty minutes later, I was sweating profusely, wrapped his arm in a fairly clean interlining, and then collapsed heavily, looking at the ceiling weakly, my consciousness gradually blurred.
I don't know how long it took, I woke up, steaming in the pot, and I leaned weakly next to me, giggling at me.
I know, I succeeded. Both of us can survive.
After a few days of rest, the first month is over. Both Sha and I are recovering. With salt and oil, plus the daily meal of dried meat and boiled skins, our lives are really pleasant.
But the food reserves are not much, we began to discuss how to spend the remaining two months. Robbery is undoubtedly the best way, but thinking of the blond boy, I feel a little uneasy in my heart.
Sure enough, when Cha and I drilled out of the weed-covered cave, we saw smoke billowing everywhere in the slums, and soldiers armed with weapons were everywhere. I saw a group of people kneeling on the edge of the smelly ditch, being questioned and shot one after another. Their bodies are like discarded broken dolls, falling into the bottom of a deep ditch.
Everything has changed, and it has become worse than ever. I guess it must be the stupid blond boy who caused this situation. He must have robbed the army when the warlord was most annoyed. Those children have been trained, and robbery and escape are certainly okay, but the aloof warlord decided to take revenge on everyone in the slum—all men, women and children, regardless of height, beauty or ugliness. As long as they are caught by soldiers, no one can escape to death, and the same is true for us.
Sha and I went back to the hiding place, and didn't speak for a long time. He looked at me, as long as I made a decision, even if it was to let him be a target to die, he would execute it without hesitation.
I checked our supplies and regretted the lavish eating and drinking some time ago. I re-divided the food and divided the food I ate in the original day into three. In this case, these materials can last for one month.
We try our best to take advantage of the rainy night to travel, on the one hand, collect clean rainwater, on the other hand, look for something to eat.
The outer houses of the slums have basically been burnt to ashes, and further down there are rugged and difficult alleys, where there is a disgusting smell, and no one in the army wants to approach them. Most of the survivors of the slums are hiding in them, and it is harder than going to heaven to try to steal things from them.
In this way, I persisted for another half month. I became thinner and thinner, and my mood became more and more irritable. I couldn't keep up with my physical strength. I obviously felt that I couldn't hold the military stab.
One night, Sha and I were awakened by the sound of rumbling crawlers on the ground. They poked their heads out of the weed hole and saw two large bulldozers appear in front of the slums.
Rows of houses collapsed, and hundreds of soldiers followed behind the bulldozers and marched into the depths of the slums.
I finally understood why the warlord was not in a hurry to attack the slums. What he was waiting for was the bulldozer. Although my hungry eyes were dizzy, I could still see the Chinese characters printed on the bulldozer.
With the bulldozer's pressure, the people in the slum finally rushed out yelling, and I saw the blond boy among them, his eyes flushed, and the desert eagle in his hand. The strange thing is that instead of getting thinner, he has gained a lot of muscle, and there are only two other boys around him.
The two sides started a melee. I pulled the brakes and motioned for him to follow me.
I'm not going to save Blond, because he is beyond hopelessly stupid. All of this was caused by him alone, and it also hurt me and Sha. It would be cheap for him not to rush to kill him.
I took the brakes around to the place where the warlords camped, and they came out, there were hardly any guards. Sha and I found our dream food without much effort.
We quickly rushed to the warlord’s tent. I leaned over on the table and ate the cold beef ribs. At the same time, holding the broth, I threw a piece of the rib and threw it to him. He passed me the broth. We are so busy that we can't use our two hands at all.
After the steak and broth are dried, we calm down. There are many foods on the table, such as grapes and oranges, which are rich in glucose and vitamin C. There are also two bags of compressed biscuits, half of black chocolate, and even a whole box of coffee-if we take them all, these foods It can last for a whole month, so that we can pass the assessment smoothly and be picked up, but if the warlord is angered, the consequences will be disastrous.
I hesitated, looking at the food in front of me. If I don't take these foods, we will not find a source of food after the warlords have crushed the slums. I am afraid it will only last for a few weeks.
Looking at me without saying a word, holding the half of dark chocolate in his hand.
If I let him let go, he will let go, he is even ready. I paused for a while, then nodded slightly at him. He was a little surprised, but more of a surprise. We quickly put all the food on the table into our pockets. I hope that the warlord himself will not notice someone stealing his food. Shah and I cleaned the room, pretending that a subordinate came in and cleaned it up.
Before leaving, I stole a shirt from the warlord because Shah needed a clean bandage.
Back to the hiding place, we are still complacent about our cleverness. The slaughter in the slum was over, and bulldozers leveled it. In the next few days, countless corpses with different heads were thrown into the stinking ditch.
The smelly ditch was steep and steep, with a drop of nearly ten meters, and it was full of dung water and dead bodies. Even if we were hiding in a hidden cave, Sa and I could not bear the stench from the bottom of the ditch.
After more than ten days in this way, the movement of the slums finally fell silent. The warlord wiped it out completely, and the slums seemed to have never existed. I don't know how many people died, but I know that apart from me and Sha, almost no one can survive.
I thought the matter was over and I could hold hands to index the last days. However, I was wrong, and it was so wrong. The soldiers who exterminated the slums did not withdraw. They lit torches and set fire to the mountains.
That night, the whole mountain was lit by fire, and Cha and I were in our sleep, unprepared, and the thick smoke choked out of the cave. Our cough was noticed by the nearest soldier, who yelled loudly, pulled the bolt, and rushed towards us..."