It was a remote hotel located in a small alley on a busy street, and when he came to the door of this hotel, the village chief's mood was already extremely low. At that time, the money to open a room in the hotel was paid by the prostitute, because they were all related to the person in charge of the hotel.

And the hotel that this sick woman took the village chief to at that time was in tatters just by looking at the appearance, and the village chief felt very disappointed in his heart, but after all, the money had already been spent, and leaving here would only be more of a loss, so he followed the woman up.

He felt that he had been deceived by this woman - what else could a lonely man and a widow do when they came to the hotel? Isn't there nothing else to do but that? She was embarrassed to say that she could show any new tricks for herself.

And when the village chief was about to take off his clothes and leave quickly, the sick woman looked at the village chief and smiled.

She said that if you want to do things directly, I can listen to you, but if you are willing to listen to the sister, I hope you don't be in such a hurry. The village chief said impatiently, isn't this what this place is here for?

The woman didn't speak, just smiled, and then locked the door from the door, turned on the light and closed the curtains, with a mysterious look, which made the village chief feel strange. Immediately, she pulled out a small box under the bed.

The moment the village chief saw this box, he suddenly remembered the memories of the past—because this box was emitting a stench that made him feel familiar. The moment the woman opened the box, the village chief covered his nose with a frown.

He looked in disgust at the sick woman, whose eyes had been cloudy, and only showed excitement when they saw the contents of the box. At this time, the village chief finally knew why this woman was like this.

She was actually a prostitute who smoked a lot, and of course the village chief knew how much of a big cigarette would affect her body. He had heard the contractor tell him that if he wanted to do this job, he must not get a lot of cigarettes, otherwise he would not be able to do this job once his body weakened.

The village chief turned around and was about to leave, but who knew that the prostitute would not let the village chief leave, and she begged bitterly, saying that she would know the benefits of the big smoke as long as she tried it once. She doesn't ask for much, as long as the village chief takes a sip, and if she still feels dissatisfied, she can return the money to the village chief.

Seeing that everyone had already said this, the village chief also felt quite magical, and the relevant memories in his mind also surfaced - he thought of the "addicts" who gathered in the dilapidated brick houses, their eyes were foggy, and they were enjoying their faces.

So I couldn't help but be a little curious about the smell of this big smoke, and the most important thing is that the woman said that as long as she took a puff and felt that it was wrong, she would return the money to herself. This was the decisive reason why the village chief decided to give it a try.

After he agreed to smoke it, the woman seemed more pleasant, and her movements were much more neat, and she helped the village chief to take off her clothes, and served him to lie on the bed, while she sat on the edge of the bed and made a cigarette lamp. The village chief watched her modulate boredly, while touching the buttocks that were like hard steamed buns.

The village chief drank all the wine in his hand, and then said with some emotion that smoking this big cigarette is not a trouble-free thing, and it is necessary to prepare, if the hand is raw, it will be a waste of time, and the woman at that time has been very sophisticated.

Generally, when the poor smoke a big cigarette, they do it themselves, but when the rich son smokes, it may be the maid who helps to recuperate, and this son is only responsible for smoking the big cigarette. The village chief is in this state now, holding an unfamiliar pipe in his hand.

The pipe was made of metal, divided into sections, but it was all spliced together, and the woman told him to just wait a moment, and then after a while she said she could smoke it, just take a deep breath.

The main ingredient of cigarette paste is actually morphine, and the boiling point of morphine is 476 degrees, and the temperature of the outer flame of the alcohol lamp can generally easily reach 500 degrees, which is why it needs to be burned slowly. Under this slow burning, the morphology of the paste begins to change.

The cooked paste begins to liquefy a little under the burning, and will change from a black solid to a pitch-black "paste". During this process, a thin bubble slowly forms on the surface of the paste. This smoke bubble can generally be smoked in two puffs, and two puffs are considered to be smoked as one smoke bubble.

Smoking a big cigarette is actually the heat emitted by the cigarette paste when it vaporizes, this gas contains addictive ingredients, you may feel nauseous and dizzy at first, but once you start to get used to it, it is considered to be on the "right track".

The village chief didn't know exactly how powerful the smoke was, or he had trusted his willpower a little too much—all he had in mind was the idea of taking a puff and leaving. When the sick woman said she could smoke it, the village chief took a hard sip.

As a result, when I inhaled it, my mouth was full of hot and disgusting rubber and the smell of stinky leather boots, which normal people would never be able to stand. So the village chief's first reaction was that his nose hurt, and he almost wanted to vomit when he was uncomfortable.

But the sick woman advised him to be patient a little, it didn't take too long, just burn it for a while.

But it was in this short period of time that completely changed the fate of the village chief. Just as the sick woman said, after the village chief endured it for a while, something strange happened. The village chief noticed that hallucinations began to appear in front of his eyes.

But this consciousness also disappeared quickly, and the village chief said that his deepest feeling about smoking was that this rotten and smelly thing, after being inhaled into the lungs, would make people understand what it means to be out of the body - the stimulation is so strong.

A hot smoke was smothering in his lungs, as if there were no more worries, everything became indifferent, his mind was filled with only pleasant, happy thoughts, and the only remaining consciousness was telling him to hurry up and take a puff.

When the village chief returned to reality from that happy town, he found that his limbs were weak and weak, and his whole body was fluttering, and he felt that his voice was soft for a while, and at some point, the woman had already stripped naked.

The shriveled skeleton-like body was already clinging to her arms, and she closed her eyes, craned her neck, and inhaled the heat from the pipe. The village chief took another puff, and the smoke bubbles were gone, and the woman poked the cigarette cream.

In this way, the village chief went to the hotel with the woman for the first time that night, but did nothing, and for the first time, he did not return at night.

He was still late when he went back to the construction site during the day, but because it was the first time, the contractor didn't say anything, and even made jokes about him, saying that he looked like a serious person, but he didn't expect to be a layman. However, when he said this, the contractor seemed quite happy.

Up until this time, it was his own secret that he had learned to smoke a lot, but as he had heard, it was difficult to quit once he had become addicted, and the village chief had tried to quit many times but failed.

Until one day I really couldn't help it, and the village chief was distracting by spreading hope outside, but when he came back to his senses, he was already in the Fengyue place. He never thought that he would one day take the initiative to order such a sick woman.

When she came, she found out that it was the village chief, and she seemed to know everything, and symbolically drank a little wine with the village chief, and then the two of them got up and headed towards the hotel in tacit understanding. This night was even happier for the village chief.

Because at this time, because his body has become accustomed to morphine, he has become dependent, so he will no longer resist the disgusting taste of cigarette cream, he only feels happy, and his mind is full of thoughts of being happy like a fairy.

In the days that followed, as if going to Fengyue Place to smoke a big cigarette with that sick woman was his only motivation to live, he had to go to this woman almost every day. And the village chief can also feel the change in the line of sight around him.

Although everyone didn't say it, the village chief felt that many people had noticed the changes in themselves. Because one morning, when the village chief looked in the mirror to see his appearance, he was startled to see the man with sallow skin and deep sunken eyes.

Because the first time he saw himself in the mirror, the village chief thought of the group of addicts who were deeply hated by him. He felt very unwilling and ashamed, but he no longer had the pride and self-esteem he had at the beginning.

Even, quitting smoking and regaining self-confidence, the village chief has no idea at all at this time. But it didn't take long for an accident to happen - one day the village chief went to the Fengyue place as usual to look for the sick woman, but was told that she was no longer there.

The village chief didn't react at first, thinking that they were talking about the woman who didn't go to work after resting, but the waiter complicated and told him that this sick woman had died because of excessive smoking.

The waiter who told the village chief about this knew that the village chief had to name this woman every time he came, so he could guess the secret between the two people to some extent, so he bluntly said about smoking. He also said that the sick woman died the day before yesterday, and the body was wrapped in a garbage bag and taken away.