As the saying goes, good things don't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles. The father's friends all knew that Zhou Rui was taking drugs, and when the father chatted with his friends, he felt that his son was gloomy. This is not a good thing after all, so my friends avoided it when they gossiped with their father.

One day, one of my father's best friends came to the company with a happy face, saying that he had good news to tell him, that there was a privately run drug rehabilitation institution on the outskirts of the city, and the founder promised that as long as the people who had been treated in his institution still took drugs after they came out, he would burn the drug rehabilitation center himself.

When the father heard that it was a matter of drug rehabilitation, he was no longer interested, and he had long been disheartened by this son, so he perfunctory a few words to his friends. The friend hurriedly said, "Old Zhou, you listen to me first." ”

Then I told my father that the founder's promise was not verbal, but was written directly in the consultation board in the lobby of the institution. This drug rehabilitation institution used this extreme propaganda method to advertise, which attracted the attention of some small media outlets, and the newspaper criticized this kind of behavior.

Unexpectedly, this organization sued the newspaper company, saying that they maliciously slandered the reputation of others. Later, after an investigation by the specialized personnel handling the lawsuit, it was found that the person who recovered from his illness after treatment in this drug rehabilitation institution had no record of being forced to undergo drug rehabilitation by the public security organs, without exception. There is not even any criminal record.

In the end, the reporter and the entire newspaper collectively apologized publicly to the drug rehabilitation institution. All of a sudden, this drug rehabilitation institution became famous, and it was a public welfare undertaking, and the government also gave a lot of policies to support it.

It's just that this agency states that they use psychotherapy, and the patients are treated in batches, and the agreement must be signed before treatment, and the patients must be isolated. The duration of treatment is one hundred days. After hearing what his friend said, my father was a little moved.

The friend persuaded him again: "Lao Zhou, I have been friends with you for so long, Xiao Rui was grown up by me, my son was born to cause trouble for Lao Tzu, the child went the wrong way, do you still want to watch him rot to death?" ”

My father listened to the persuasion of his friend and found this drug rehabilitation institution, Jin Buchang Drug Dependence Hospital. When he came to the center of the institution for consultation, a lady in a suit enthusiastically introduced the process to him, after paying the treatment fee and signing the isolation agreement, when the next batch of treatment begins, there will be a full-time staff to pick up the patient to the treatment site for treatment.

If the signatory of the agreement forcibly requests the termination of treatment during the treatment period, he or she must wait for the 100-day treatment period to expire and be discharged from the hospital. As for how to treat, except for the words of psychotherapy, I refuse to disclose anything.

The father, with the last hope, paid a large and expensive fee and signed the agreement.

Zhou Rui doesn't care, he is a frequent visitor to the compulsory drug rehabilitation center of the public security organs, let alone a private voluntary drug rehabilitation center. Just looking at his father's appearance, if he didn't go to this drug rehabilitation center to perfunctory, I was afraid that the father-son relationship would be severed on the spot. Jin does not change, this name is like a signboard in the rivers and lakes.

I hung out in bars and internet cafes for more than a month, and during that time I was still taking drugs. Once playing a game in an Internet café, he went to the toilet and smoked a few puffs when he was addicted to drugs. When I came back, I found that there was a six- or seven-year-old boy standing behind the machine he was driving and watching, Zhou Rui was drifting after taking a few puffs, and he didn't want to play games, seeing the child's pitiful appearance, he let him play, and sat next to him and squinted.

This Internet café is not strictly checked, and most of the people who play games in it are underage junior high school students. Since then, this kid has always stood next to him and watched him play games, and when Zhou Rui didn't want to play, he let him play for a while.

A month and a half had passed, and the hospital had a meal at home that day, and his father finally said to him: "After quitting drugs, you are still my son." With that, he hobbled upstairs.

The woman rarely put away the coldness in her eyes and the smirk on her face, sighed and said in a low voice: "Although the things on your body are powerful, I'm afraid they won't be able to protect you, don't go, find a chance to run." Zhou Rui looked at her in surprise, he didn't know what she meant, and when he was thinking about whether to answer her words, people outside were already urging.

Walking out of the house, Zhou Rui touched the pendant on his neck, this pendant that he didn't sell when he was addicted to drugs and was delirious, it made him feel at ease.

A white ambulance-like car was parked in front of the house. He got into the car from behind and looked back at his home, where the woman was leaning against the window with her arms crossed and looking at him. With a thud, the door slammed shut, and the car started heading for a place that only he didn't know.

There are two rows of seats in the carriage, which are lit up, but there are no windows around it. There were already three ruffian-like youths sitting in the car. The opening to the cab is blocked by a board and can only be opened from that end.

There was a small vent overhead, separated by barbed wire, and when you looked up, a little starlight swept backwards. This design feels a bit like a prison cart that escorts prisoners to prison. There isn't even a window, don't you want them to see outside?

Zhou Rui remembered what the woman said when he was about to leave the house, inexplicable, and he didn't know what her idea was, and finally said to let him run. How to run in this situation? Besides, Zhou Rui didn't want to run, wouldn't it be a hundred days, and he had enough time to finish the work, and he had passed his father's level. As for whether he should really quit poisoning in the future, he didn't think about it seriously, and it would be a day to be able to mix it up for a day.

Every time the car stopped, someone would come up, some of them would come voluntarily to get off drugs, and immediately after getting on the bus, they would find a seat and sit down, and the car would start again. Some were forcibly sent by their families like him, standing in front of the car and refusing to come up, and the staff also gently helped the family to persuade for a while, wasting a lot of time.

Every time the car stopped and the back door was opened, Zhou Rui looked outside and found that the car was still picking up people in circles in the city. Stop-and-go, and when the number of people in the car increased to nine, the car never stopped.

The nine people in the car didn't know each other, and no one spoke. After a long time, I only felt that the car was driving on a flat road at first, driving very fast, and then the road became bumpy and the speed slowed down. Someone in the car was bored and panicked, and began to talk to others.

The dull atmosphere was temporarily relieved, and most of the people chatted about the topic of this gold drug rehabilitation center, and no one who went in could not quit drugs, and everyone guessed what kind of psychological treatment there would be.

Zhou Rui felt a little sleepy, so he leaned his head on the back of the chair and took a nap. The car was bumpy and he didn't fall asleep, and the car stopped in a daze.

After the car door opened, the usual people came down one after another, and what caught their eyes was a patch of white in the night. White building, glowing street lamps, staff in white uniforms. Or that there is no color here at all.

Looking around, except for a few small street lamps that could shine on some trees, the rest was pitch black, and I didn't know where it was.

They were greeted by a staff member who was also wearing a white coat, the only difference being that he did not wear a mask like a staff member. It was an old man with gray hair and gold-rimmed glasses, smiling kindly when he saw them. He was introduced to him as the director of the hospital, and after a brief welcome from the old director, he instructed the staff to lead them into the white building.

Zhou Rui silently counted, there are thirteen floors in the building, thirteen, an unlucky number.

The nine of them were taken to the tenth floor, some people came to search their bodies, and all the things they carried with them were taken away, these people had all been in the drug rehabilitation center before, and everyone knew what the rules were inside. So after a few complaints, no one resisted.

Each person had a separate room, and after entering the room, the staff locked the door and walked away without saying a word. These staff members are a bit eccentric, and they can't see their faces clearly because they are wearing large masks. But it feels like they're robotic, like robots.

Zhou Rui looked around, it was a small single room, and there was only a bed and an old-fashioned TV set hung on the wall with a shelf. The single bed was covered with white sheets, and the white quilt was neatly stacked at the head of the bed, and the pillows on top of it were also white. Zhou Rui now wants to vomit when he sees white.

A little tired, and no matter how much he didn't care about it, he pulled the quilt and lay on the bed and fell asleep in a daze.