The bedroom window was blocked by a rag, the sound of rain outside, and in the room, where there was only a broken wooden cabinet except for the bed, there was nothing but revealing clothes and two pairs of high heels thrown on the floor, and the floor of the room was full of dust, as if it hadn't been cleaned in months, and the clothes were spread on the dust, and no one cared. At that time, Angel sat on the edge of the bed with a dull gaze, and she only had a set of red ** coverings on her body, and the back of her hands, the base of her thighs, and her arms were full of needle eyes.

Angel's life was ruined, ruined by the eye of the needle and the countless poisons that had been injected into her body.

"It's not the gangsters who make you stand on the streets, it's the drug addiction! It's not money that can't bring your child back to you, it's depravity!! ”

Scold!

Angel turned her head to look at the empty corner of the room as if she had heard a loud shout, hallucinating as if she had heard someone talking there, but the words were no longer coming from Chekov's mouth, and the tone of the child's voice reminded her of a child she hadn't seen in a long time.

It's not that no one has told her these big truths, and some people have even given her more money than the two policemen that night after saying these words, and some people have thrown her into the back seat of the car to make the love they paid for: "You were born a, you are a!" "Disgusting ......

So what?

Her world has long had nothing to do with dignity, and the daily increasing frequency of drug addiction made Angel's yesterday meaningless, as long as the drug addiction attacked, the sense of need was like a maggot crawling out of the tarsal bones. No matter how many times I thought about it, the 'cheer up' will disappear.

Child?

A better life?

It's all far worse than someone coming up to her and giving her a packet of white powder. Who can give that packet of white powder. That's her Prince Charming.

The snot flowed down the nasal cavity unconsciously, and when the viscous liquid touched her lips, Angel reacted, she reached out and wiped it at random behind her nose, and wiped her hand on the side of the bed indiscriminately, not caring what the bed under her had become dirty, and added a wet mark to the bed.

She knew that the drug addiction was coming, and it was a nightmare that she had experienced countless times. The feeling would lead her by the nose into the abyss, watching the woman who was no longer humanoid slowly decay with a merciless laugh.

Swish.

Angel felt the goosebumps on her body rise at regular intervals like an alarm clock, and she could feel the addiction taking over her body's footsteps.

It's coming......

Angel leaned against the edge of the wall in fear, and when she let the unkempt hair on the top of her head cover her cheeks and tighten her body into a ball, her whole body closed suddenly, and her whole body was strained like a spasm...... I want to resist desperately......

"Ah~" The long voice of the voice makes it impossible to analyze whether she is in pain or uncomfortable, there is a strong nasal voice and a sense of weakness that fills the whole body, her strength is instantly drained, and those who want to resist have been immediately deprived.

Touch.

Angel, who was curled up and collapsed on the bed, was very weird, and suddenly kicked her feet away from something. It takes less than a second to straighten the whole body, and it looks like a scene from a supernatural movie.

But there won't be a street thug in the city who can give her even the slightest bit of poison. In an area so impoverished that every plank could be nailed to a fence to fulfill her self-worth, there were no thugs who made any demands on her to satisfy her beastly desires.

Once a person lives to this extent, what others can ask of her is already great mercy.

The addict agrees to the police's request to become an informant never for justice, she just wants to find an ATM that can pity her at a time like this!

I can't stand it!

When Angel, who straightened her body, pushed down a messy pile of needles beside the bed, the tingling of her palms could not wake her numb heart at all, and before the night came, those Armenians could not give her anything more, and without money, Angel could only accept waves of intense - crushing - sexual - torture in this pain.

Empty.

Angel rolled out of bed, and she had no way to take it anymore......

At this time, Angel will have all the money-related memories in his mind, whether it is robbery or fraud, as long as he can get the money...... Anything goes!

She thought of the two cops, the two cops who still showed distrust after she told the truth, these two people were the only people in the block who would give her money, and she had to go to them.

Angel grabbed the only straw she could hold onto, and when she got up from the ground, she didn't care about how much dust was stuck to her body, grabbed the revealing clothes that she would wear at night, and walked out of the door barefoot.

Cool.

Angel felt the cold of her feet touching the cold ground from the rain-soaked ground at night, but none of that stopped her from moving on!

The reason to move forward is simply because of - drug - addiction!!

Angel knew she couldn't pull herself together, she knew she couldn't get rid of that damn thing, and the hateful thing about this thing was that when you finally made up your mind to die, you thought it would be better to die.

She walked to the police station not far away, because Angel did not have the phone number of the weekend and Chekov at this time, she cautiously thought that it would be safe to let the two policemen contact her in a taxi, but she did not expect that - drug - addiction - ruined everything.

When the police station appeared in front of him, the rain turned into a broken beaded curtain in front of his eyes, Angel finally saw a familiar figure, a Russian standing in the drizzle and roaring into the air, he was angry like a brown bear standing up, grinning and revealing saliva stuck between his lips and teeth and roaring demonstratively. Then, there seemed to be a few guys in police uniforms running out of the parking lot, but it didn't matter, Angel only had Chekov in his eyes, and everyone else would be automatically excluded from sight at such times.

Angel regained her strength, moving her feet soiled by the rain and mud, and rushed to Chekov as fast as she could at the moment, and she directly said what was in her heart: "Money, I need 50 dollars, at least 50 dollars." ”

Chekov and Vik stood together like bulls, one of them annoyed that his scandal had been told in front of the police station; One was enraged by relationships, but at this time, Angel was the fuse, she didn't know what she had ignited in this light rain and what the consequences would be, what she knew was that without $50, she couldn't hold on for a second.

"Angel?"

Chekov glanced at her, and when he turned back to look at Vic's gang, it was as if the whole world had changed color. (To be continued......)

PS: All night, it feels right!

Uh, this is yesterday, it's still two chapters today, I'll sleep first.