"I don't need this." Chitz said.

The strange girl gruffly grabbed her wrist and pushed her against the wall as she tried to leave again, the lines of the wainscoting clattering her back, her butterfly bones and sitting bones aching.

"Don't be so quick to answer," said the girl, "Dear Miss." She was a little taller than Chiz, her knees tucked between Chiz's legs, her breasts pressed against Chiz's breasts. "You're well raised," she praised, and Chiz's gown was satin, finely made, with no calluses on her little fingers and no pinholes on her arms, "You're not a local, who brought you here, your parents?"

Chiz spat in her face in silence.

The girl didn't care, she had suffered more insults than that, she tilted her head and wiped the wet spit off her shoulder: "Okay," she compromised, "we won't talk about this...... But you want this," she whispered close to Chiz's ear, her breath smelling of sweet pepper and cheese, "You want this, or you can yell and call everybody here from the start—don't look at me like that, I'm here to do business, I've paid for it, yes, I'll be in a bit of trouble if I'm noisy—are you sure?" I don't want a high price," she let go a little: "I brought twenty grams of goods today, and five syringes, all of which were stolen by the nurses in the hospital, sterilized, vacuum-packed, you take them all, I only need you 4,000 yuan."

"I don't want it." Chitz said.

The girl turned a deaf ear, and she saw it at first glance, Chiz. Carson is a pampered, innocent little fool who smoked du, not so long ago, and then was discovered by her parents or teachers - her arm was clean, someone was helping her get off drugs - but at this stage, the little fish was the easiest to take the bait. The tearing and pain of the hook had been forgotten, but the fragrant bait was still spinning around in her dreams.

"I can help you," she said sweetly, "on the thigh, on the inside." Close to the groin, I promise, not even your boyfriend can see it. She said, cautiously lowering her arms, taking a step back, observing the prey's expression, and when she saw Chiz's face, she smiled slyly and contentedly: "Anyway, you're still in treatment, it's not a big deal to be happy once in a while, at most put it off for a few days - no one will notice."

She took Chizz's arm intimately. Gripping the customer's bony wrist tightly.

"Give me your diamond hairpin," said the girl, "tell your parents that you accidentally lost it when you went back to your room, and that someone in Orrosa throws away a diamond ring or necklace every day, and they will buy you a better one—no need to go back to your room." I know a good place where you can get a good night's sleep, if it's going to be a little cold there in the winter, but the weather is just right. ”

She almost dragged Chitz to a small hidden room, which was used for changing clothes when the hotel was the residence of the King's mistress. Smoking or cheating. Originally depicting a picture of the Spring Palace, with a lone small light bulb hanging from the peeling ceiling, the hotel staff used it as a storage room, filled with furniture with no legs and arms, with a gap that could only fit into one leg, and the girl forced Chiz to sit on a leather couch that was peeled off as if he had leprosy. There was a pile of chairs stacked in front of the couch, and she sat on one of them, lifting her skirt and inserting her feet into the rungs of the other chair, as she worked. Even if Chiz changed his mind, it would be difficult for him to get out.

Her movements were so neat that Chiz didn't notice that she was still hanging a small bag, and inside the bag was a small brown medicine bottle, "pure water," the girl said proudly, "not tap water." She opened a tin foil package, poured the white powder on a toy-like stainless steel spoon, dripped water on it, and lit it with the lighter she had taken out of the bag, and the solution inside instantly boiled and steamed. She looked at it with concern, more seriously than the waitress looked at Chiz, and when she felt like she could, she turned off the lighter, pursed her lips, and cooled the solution.

She took out a small packet of absorbent cotton in a plastic bag from her bag, bit it open with her teeth, and a small ball of cotton was placed in the burnt black spoon underneath, the cotton ball absorbed all the water inside, and the needle of the syringe was inserted into the cotton, making a ziz sound.

After absorbing the light, the girl gently pushed the needle, the air inside was to be cleared, and when she reached out to pull away Chiz's skirt, Chiz stepped back.

"Don't be afraid," said the girl, "I've injected thousands of people, and I won't make you bleed, and I won't make you hurt," she touched Chiz's thigh, "and you're tender," she licked her lips, "and thin, and the blood vessels are easy to find."

She rarely spoke the truth, the dim light did not affect her, she touched the base of Chiz's leg, skillfully and gently, like a nurse who had been a nurse for many years, the blood rushed into the needle, mixed with the solution of Heroyin, the girl slowly pushed the needle, and injected the mixed liquid into the vessel.

It only took a few seconds for Heroin to kick in, Chizz's head tilted back, her tongue tightened, and her throat rattling, which is why drug addicts are called "white goose" in the black language of the northern thugs, she gasped with difficulty, her breathing rate was interrupted, angina, muscle spasms, everything seemed to be covered with diamonds, emitting a bright light enough to sting her eyes, her ears whirring, the wind filled her ears, Chiz closed her eyes, Everything around her swirled around her, one, two, three, faster and faster...... She saw open oysters, hundreds, their blue-black shells oozing milky liquid, and the water stained white...... Roll lemons everywhere...... Her clothes intertwined and writhed lewdly like a colony of mating snakes...... The sea washed over his feet...... Hot lava flowed out of her body, burning her legs.

The girl stood up and looked condescendingly at Chiz, who was lying on the couch with her legs open and without manners, "Stupid. She whispered, taking care not to break the frivolous dream.

A man pushed open the window and jumped in.

"Why bother so much?" The man said that he was a dark, thin boy, and that the lack of deformed teeth indicated that he was also a lover of heroin and his life: "Can't you just take that hairpin?"

"Trading is not the same as robbery," the girl said, "and she's a good baby who is recovering from drugs, and she doesn't have the guts to tell the truth – she'll just say she's lost her hairpin." She bent down. Pull the hairpin out of Chiz's hair.

The diamonds on the hairpins looked like a dancing white flame in the light.

"Genuine." The boy said.

"Why else would I have bothered to do that," the girl put the hairpin into her pouch, "take your hand back."

"The skin is pretty good," said the boy, "you wait for me outside." He pinched Chiz's, and heard a slight moan in satisfaction.

"Don't make a fuss."

"She wouldn't know who her. There were no monitors, and she didn't necessarily remember getting fucked," the boy insisted, leaning down, pushing his skirt up and ripping off Chiz's panties. "I want to taste Miss Qianjin."

"If I get caught," said the girl, "I'll get you here."

"Fuck off!" The boy threatened, "Or I'll shoot your!"

The girl walked out of the room in exasperation, she didn't dare to do anything, she didn't dare to say anything, the boy was a prep thug. He's here to spy on her, lest she put money and poison into her pocket.

Before she could close the door, a fist struck her temple accurately, and the girl fell without a snort, the door pushed open by her backward body. The boy jumped up from the couch, his pants zipped down, and "beep-" dangling outside, the length and diameter of a bastard who wasn't too short on drugs.

The boy pulled out the gun, it was a delicate female gun, and he didn't have time to put his finger in the trigger. He was hit—like being hit by a thick iron rod and flying out, but he knew it was a man, for the next moment he was pulled back by a pair of beautiful hands.

The man calmly and methodically beat him from his head. His eyes, nose, upper and lower jaws, shoulders and ribs, he was dazed by the stormy blows. His tongue was numb, and he couldn't scream, so he threw himself to the ground, and a foot in a good lambskin boot broke off his left hand, his right hand, and then between his legs.

The boy thought he was letting out a high-pitched scream, but in fact, he was just grunting, like a pet dog under anesthesia castration.

His "beep-" and two fluffy balls had been completely pulped, and it was unlikely that even he would be able to use them for a Hopkins salad.

Chiz was lying on the couch, her legs were spread apart and m-shaped, like a frog on a dissecting table, Sasha walked over to help her pull down her skirt, her eyes were open, but her gaze was not focused, Sasha didn't know if she was looking at herself.

The doctor used a lot of drugs when treating Chizz for withdrawal—the common mesha tong, butylpropion, and non-dependent cola ding, lofeixidine, and dong hyoscyamine—and at first, he ventured into a rapid detoxification therapy, in which the patient was given a large amount of sedative, and then an opioid receptor antagonist to remove the heroin residue from her body while she was asleep—and later he used controlled natural hallucinogenic drugs, such as those used by black people"Ipineain", peote cactus and nutmeg.

In the midst of all the wonderful nightmares brought about by these drugs—the boy standing on the terrace of her room for the umpteenth time, the sea breeze running through his moonlight hair and loose shirt, in reality, he only stayed for a moment, without touching, without promise, in a hurry as if it were an illusion—what was he trying to say? Why did he come to see her? Maybe he was just in the wrong place - she should have left Poseidon early the next morning, but she changed her mind, and if she did, she would never see him again.

In Chiz's hallucinations, the boy would embrace her, and from behind him he grew gray wings like seabirds, and they fluttered wildly, and their wings poked her fingers; Sometimes his teeth would become like those of a shark, rows of shiny little daggers, and he would bite her nipples, and blood would flow into her own mouth; There were also times when he turned white and yellow sand, and she fell to her knees, weeping, grabbing the sand and shoving it into her body.

((One second to remember)