Flying smoothly and straight, pulling a straight line in the air is the shrike bird; It is the finch that draws the wavy line regularly, like a small package full of feathers, which is thrown up and down, and it is the lark and the lark that rise and fall vertically.

Every morning at about ten o'clock in the morning, the gardener of the lakeside villa will carry a large bucket of corn kernels and throw it into the lake while whistling, and flocks of swans and wild ducks will rush on the water, flapping their wings and gliding low, to eat this special meal that man has given them.

The delicate building for which the gardener served sat on a sloping meadow, with white bricks and doors, brown A-line roofs and windows, surrounded by a wide verandah, the wall facing the lake was all glass, and behind it was a small but complete greenhouse, with the left wing stretched out, and a small pier was erected, and by the pier was moored a small boat with a blue cocked tail that seemed to appear only in the dreams of young girls, and it floated on the clear water, as if floating in the air, It can fly to the clouds and stars with its little master at any time.

It's a beautiful, but almost isolated, watershire with tents and dark green vests around the lake, no twisted wheels of bicycles on the driveway around the lake, and deer roaming leisurely in the woods, never worrying about a bullet breaking their neck or a crossbow arrow piercing their skull.

To get here, one had to take a train from the city, and the train station was twenty-five miles away, and within that twenty-five miles there was only a concrete road for two cars to run in parallel, and every square foot of the road and the dense forests, meadows, and rivers on either side of the road were privately owned; This area stretches all the way to the south to encompass the lake and the hills around it that we just saw.

Mrs. Carson with Chiz. Carson lives here, along with Chitz's doctors and nurses, and she hopes that the fresh air, beautiful mountains and tranquil lakes will alleviate the inevitable torture and depression of withdrawal treatment.

Relatives are not received, visitors are refused, even if they just want to see poor Chiz. Carson.

Not all of them have bad intentions. Mrs. Carson knew, but she also knew that there were always one or two people, like those who liked to open their scars. The flies that suck the pus and blood below—every casual look they make, a pretended ignorant question, a pretentious sigh, are all aimed at the fragile and tender point in your heart, and they do nothing, as long as they can taste your pain, they can live happily for a long time.

Chiz. Carson's doctor also loved the place, no drug dealer could get close to the house to tempt his patients; The patient was just a little girl, and she had suffered a major blow not long ago, but she could still be called determined. Sane; And her mother, although she has reached the point of overkill and nervousness for her daughter, can still have a supportive and understanding attitude towards his work; The scenery near the house is beautiful, the beds are comfortable, and the cook's skills are good.

Typical withdrawal treatment takes only three to six months. Chiz. Carson's treatment was extended to more than a year.

While waiting for the afternoon tea, Mrs. Carson raised the question without worry, and the doctor thought about it, and asked the cook to bring the afternoon tea a little earlier.

"The first thing we have to know," he said, "is how the cocayin works." ”

"How does human happiness come about?—— the feeling of 'happiness' is really just a reward mechanism given by the god of evolution for human survival and reproduction, you see. You eat, you drink, you do /// love – the food is delicious, the water is clean, the temperature is right, and you get the opportunity to give birth to the next generation. Your brain tells you that this is comfortable, it makes you feel satisfied, relaxed, safe, and motivates you to keep doing it.

in the brain. In charge of this task is the brain's endocrine dopamine, which is a transmitter of nerve information that normally resides in the brain's nerve wandering cells, and once released, it binds to the receptors of the nervous system, which carry their lamentations to the nerve cells. Then, one by one, the dopamine transmits happy messages to the nerve cells, causing the nerve cells to produce feelings ranging from ordinary happiness to extreme happiness, producing the emotion of 'happiness'.

How does Cocayin do it? The cocaine yin element is a real violent maniac, once it enters the body, it will quickly invade the migratory cells that carry dopamine," the doctor picked up the sandwich placed at the bottom of the three-layer silver platter, and used it to push open the muffins on the second layer, "Their binding ability is very strong, and they can easily occupy the position of dopamine in the migratory cells, so where can the dopamine that is forcibly pushed out go?" He picked up the muffin again and piled it on top of the small cake and fruit tart on the third floor: "It only has to be combined with the receiver, which will not understand its suffering, it will only follow the arrangement made by the brain to deliver dopamine to the nerve cells, and the dopamine will only awaken the 'happy' factor in it step by step."

"Because of this, the intensity and speed of the impact of the cocayin molecule is far greater than the information conveyed by the nerves during eating and drinking// sex, and the pleasure it brings to people is also stronger than the two behaviors that are supposed to bring real happiness to people - the purer and larger the amount of cocayin ingested, it means that it carries more cocayin molecules, the more migratory cells it occupies, the more dopamine it is expelled, and the more false 'happiness' that humans can feel, of course, This kind of happiness is not good for the human beings at all, but it is very difficult for you to overcome it, because the only ones that can compare to it are the more ferocious sea luoyin and the virus, and it is almost impossible to find something that can resist it in the natural, healthy pleasures, so there are countless people who have quit cocayin and then re-thrown into the arms of this white demon in the near future. ”

"Chiz. Miss Carson is a good boy who knows a lot, and she reads books about it, and she often discusses with me about her health," said the doctor, putting the snacks back into place one by one: "She does look like she's out of Cockayin's control, but neither she nor I see anything that can make her happy, it's dangerous, once she's out of here and goes back to her normal life, but without the constraints of the environment, without the control of the drugs, She didn't know if she was going to take the first step out of that danger - you know, how easy it would be to get a pack of cocayin, binoxin, or sea luoyin out there. ”

"Then you're going to go into seclusion." The man said, with a not-so-obvious displeasure in his tone.

"For Chiz's sake, my dear," said Mrs. Carson, "we need another six months, six months, and it will soon pass, and Chitz has worked hard, and she has been looking for something that will make her happy."

"If this continues, I will only have to find happiness in Cocayin." The man got up from his chair and took Mrs. Carson's waist from behind, softly embracing a dream that could shatter at any moment, his lips gently rubbing his neck against her neck, looking for the gently beating piece of skin near the artery: "The doctor is right, baby, I need a reward, give me a reward, or I'll be disobedient."

"There is no reward," said Mrs. Carson grimly, "only punishment, if you disobey," she said playfully, "I will whip your ass with a feather duster."

"I've been punished," said the man, "tell me, darling—tell me, you love Chiz. Carson, is it because she's your daughter or because she's John. Carson's daughter?"

Mrs. Carson's body stiffened suddenly, but the man seemed completely unaware, or rather he had wanted to say so a long time ago.

"Don't say that," said Mrs. Carson, "he is your brother after all."

The dark clouds that obscured the moon left, and the moonlight illuminated the man's face.

"John. Carson's ghost haunts, both alive and dead. ”

Cade. Carson said.

((One second to remember)