Han Xiaowei's disappearance did not cause any waves in Kyoto, to say, the only person looking for her again is Cui Yi'an, who is inexplicably addicted to drugs, of course, the reason for looking for her is also the itchy teeth of hatred, and I can't wait to tear her up.

The day after the accident, Cui Yi'an woke up from a pile of messy clothes, yawned a lot, and was drowsy, thinking about the feeling of light and shadow last night, and he slowly reacted to what happened last night.

was first designed by Han Xiaowei to look for someone in the rental house, and he was inexplicably smoked, and when he was half awake, he was ...... with a needle

Memories stayed here, Cui Yi'an had a cold war, sat up suddenly, and his shirtless body got goosebumps when he touched the cold air, and he didn't have time to pay attention to it, staring down at the remaining syringe at the head of the bed.

Then, when he saw the two syringes that were already empty on the ground, and the two needle holes that had been pierced in his arms, they were no longer painful in the morning, but he couldn't lift his arms heavily, and he didn't have the courage to touch his two needle holes.

Cui Yi'an panicked and found his clothes to put on, and ran out without buttoning them.

When he reached the door, he stopped again, and looked back sharply at the humble room, his eyes wide and wide, full of hatred and anger.

The cold air outside the door blew on his chest, making his head sober for a moment.

He remembered why he came to this dilapidated rental house, because Han Xiaowei snatched his car keys, which were too remote and unfamiliar to him, so he chased them and asked for them.

Grinding his teeth, he took a deep breath, looked at his car keys still lying peacefully in Han Xiaowei's messy clothes, and picked up the car keys with heavy steps.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the empty syringe on the ground, as the elder brother of a special soldier, he had studied with Chen Yunze for many years, heard and witnessed the work of many Bright Group security companies, and instinctively realized that he should not let these incriminating evidence lie here.

Cui Yi'an tried to calm himself down, tidied up his clothes, and then picked up the syringes one by one with a relatively clean piece of cloth, put them in the box at the head of the bed, and then, closed them, wrapped them in cloth, and held them in his hands.

I picked up the sprayer in the same way.

After looking around the room again, looking around for other suspicious places, he found that there was nothing of value left, and then left.

However, he didn't feel that this matter was so simple, he always felt that he had missed something, returned to the car, looked at the mobile phone that was already out of battery, and thought that he would leave first now, Han Xiaowei did this kind of thing, and he would definitely not dare to go back to the rental house now, he would come back later.

Han Xiaowei did this kind of thing to herself, he would not let her go, no matter what reason she had, let herself take drugs*, this is a mortal enemy.

Back at his quarters, he gradually began to feel uncomfortable, uncomfortable and didn't know what to do, breathing wrongly, scratching the itch, taking a cold shower,......

He struggled to find a way, but he only made himself more and more miserable, and the reason in his head became less and less.

He probably understood that he was addicted to drugs, but he didn't expect it to be so painful, or even so irresistible.

He hurriedly turned on his mobile phone, and was not in the mood to see countless missed pick-ups, so he called a personal doctor and a very good friend he knew.

It's just that, very unfortunately, the friend is in the operating room, and according to the nurse who answered the phone, it will take at least more than ten hours to wait for someone to come out.

C, for more than ten hours, what is he still waiting for, let him come and collect his body?

Cui Yi'an scratched two more blood marks on his body, and the pain temporarily replaced the pain, and his hands trembled and looked at the address book.

In the end, his eyes stayed on a name, called Hou Hui, who was a very good partner in his business, and later, he met Hou Hui taking * drugs and selling drugs * with others, so he gradually stayed away from him.

The devil sent the gods to the earth, and he called him.

The phone didn't ring twice, and when Cui Yi'an hesitated to hang up the phone, the other party had already connected: "Hey, isn't this our Cui Dashao's phone? ”

Cui Yi'an reported his address.

Hou Hui lost the ridicule just now, and asked a little seriously: "Cui Yi'an, is something really wrong with you? You rarely invite people in business to your house." ”

The corners of Cui Yi'an's mouth were full of wry smiles, he was unwilling to invite those friends who drank and meat to come to his house, but the current situation was that even if he was allowed to go out, he couldn't go out!

"Can you come over in half an hour? By the way, when you come, bring less goods!"

After speaking, he really didn't want to face Hou Hui's exclamation, and hung up the phone directly.

Hou Hui came very timely, saying that it was half an hour, and he stood at the door of Cui Yi'an's house in twenty-eight minutes.

As soon as Hou Hui entered the door, he looked at Cui Yi'an, who was embarrassed, yawning, tearful, and listless, and immediately understood what was going on.

Addicted to drugs.

For Hou Hui, he is relatively familiar with it, and he is very skilled in finding tools in Cui Yi'an's house and teaching him how to smoke.

Half an hour later, Cui Yi'an finally felt that he had returned to the world and found himself.

Hou Hui kept staring at Cui Yi'an from the side, seeing that he was relieved, and then asked cautiously: "Yi'an, what's wrong with you? I remember that you are particularly disgusted with these, and you have deliberately distanced yourself a lot from our old friends, why are you like this now?"

Listen to me, I'm not sarcastic, or laughing at you, I'm curious, I just want to care about you. ”

Cui Yi'an covered his face with his hands, blocked the endless pain and helplessness, shook his head, and finally got up and said, "Don't ask, I'll show you something, you can help me recognize it!"

Cui Yi'an took Hou Hui to his study, and as soon as he got home, he replaced the two pieces of fabric wrapped in the syringe and the sprayer with clean white silk, and now he wore rubber gloves, carefully took them out, unwrapped the layers of packages, opened the box, let Hou Hui see, and handed him a pair of rubber gloves.

Hou Hui saw that Cui Yi'an was so cautious, and he was also a lot more serious, put on gloves, picked up the syringe that had not been used and looked at it, and picked up another used one to take a look, and finally sighed, looking at Cui Yi'an who was waiting for him to answer with complicated eyes.