The extraction room is filled with a light and sweet fragrance. /top/

Dr. Douglas was comfortably seated in one of his favorite soft chairs, his eyes half-closed, his hands hanging under the armrests, his dark curls pressed against his smooth, snow-white forehead—the room was not as comfortable as he appeared, it was hot as a furnace, and it was damp.

The room was lined with a number of pipes, some of them made of steel, others of clear hose made of rubber, plastic, or other materials, connected to a heating device at one end, through which a large amount of water vapor rushed into a ten-foot-square cylinder, the upper part of which was glass, allowing people to observe the situation—inside which were piled up with gardenias, and the steam was "forced" Forcing the gardenia to give out the last trace of fragrance, those lovely ingredients melt into the steam, through the twists and turns of the pipe into a condenser surrounded by ice water, the steam is "liquefied", falling into the water, the treasures it carries are also condensed at low temperatures, they are grease, so that they can float to the surface, every once in a while, the machine will automatically filter it, leaving the grease and releasing the residual water.

These oils are the essence of people's hearts, and every drop of them gathers the essence of hundreds of flowers, and they must be blended when they are used.

Douglas reached out and touched his lips, the scent of the air made him trance, he opened his eyes and looked contentedly at the machine in front of him, it was ugly, and it was very reminiscent of human internal organs—mouth, throat, esophagus, stomach, intestines—except that its end product was not as foul-smelling as human, but quite the opposite.

There was a knock on the door, with only one knuckle, and the sound was faint enough to barely outweigh the sound of the boiling steam passing through the pipes, and Douglas frowned a little in displeasure, and he was silent for a few minutes. The voice reappeared.

"Well," Dr. Douglas grumbled, "you win, come in, Jane." ”

Jane walked in happily, as we have already described, she was a delicate and delicate woman, with beautiful features, full breasts, and a slender waist. The most fascinating thing is her hands and feet, as well as her wrists and ankles, which are snow-white, soft and small, which fully meet the requirements of the aristocracy for perfect female "sex" a thousand years ago. Her face looked like it was surrounded by flames that were somewhere between golden and fiery red.

She carried a wine bottle in her left hand and two wine glasses in her other hand.

"You have to remember to stay hydrated. Doctor. "Especially in a room like this." ”

She poured Douglas a glass of wine, full, and poured herself another glass. "I wish you good health." Douglas lifted his glass: "Good health." He slowly raised the cup to his lips and took a shallow sip. Chablis from the southern region of the wine tradition has no sweetness, but in a moment it was permeated by the aroma of gardenias, Douglas felt that he was drinking a mixture of grapes and flowers - he drank several sips, drank it all, and casually dropped the glass into Jane's arms (she caught it with quick movements), Douglas completely relaxed, he opened his limbs, and waited for the effects of alcohol to reach his brain.

"Do you feel hot?" He heard Jane say that his neckline was untied, and Jane's fingers were always so dexterous. The warm fingertips floated above the skin, like a lively little fish, and quickly swam into the shirt: "You have to cool down." ”

"But," said Douglas, "dear Jane, you're doing something that makes me hotter." He frowned slightly, as if a little dissatisfied—Jane knew him so well that she knew he wasn't really upset or unhappy.

Fingers left, and Jane stood in front of Douglas, who took off the white "colored" robe of the doctor assistant. Naked inside, only a pair of high heels, she held one hand against the wall and bent down. Take off your own shoes.

"You're daring." Douglas said the bottle was hidden in the infirmary. Between the infirmary and the extraction room is a public courtyard, under which the trees are full of white and fragrant flowers, and the students love to come here for a walk or to read, and it takes a few minutes to walk from one end to the other, and Jane came here.

"When you are ready, you will be afraid." Jane drank the rest of the wine in her glass, her face flushed, her eyes sparkled, very "fascinated", "Give me a seat, how about it?" Douglas? ”

"Please, of course, please," said Douglas, "is there anyone who would refuse?" ”

Jane laughed, her little fingers covering her lips reservedly—her long copper-colored hair fluttering in the pale fluorescent light, and she walked back up to Douglas and sat down in his arms without shame, her arms wrapped around the man's neck like a snake.

Douglas grabbed her ""/room, Jane reached out and ripped the buttons off her shirt, her fingers with crimson nail polish bouncing off her chest, and finally stopped at a scar that was clearly bitten out by a woman's "sexual" teeth: "What an insatiable fellow," she commented in a tone mixed with jealousy and contempt, "How does it feel?" One...... A woman like that? ”

Douglas leaned over and kissed her ""/head, "That's none of your business. His tone was cold and his words were harsh, in stark contrast to the previous intimate gestures.

Jane's body stiffened for a moment, and she calmed down and pretended to be nothing.

"There's one more thing," she said hurriedly, knowing that Douglas didn't like to be disturbed during meals and zuoai, whatever it was for: "Boa wants tea bags, comprehensive tea bags." ”

“…… Oh," said Dr. Douglas, tired of it, "as I said before." He kissed Jane on the lips: "Give it to him." ”

***

At eight o'clock in the evening, the students gathered in the parking lot of the town, and the teacher counted them one by one, and only when the number was complete did he tell the driver to drive, and as he passed the seats of Beelzebub and Sasha, he paused in his steps.

Beelzebub. There was no lightness on Bisandi's face, he looked very tired, as if he had played three full rugby games, and he couldn't even open his eyes. If it weren't for Hopkins' quick eyesight, he would have crashed straight into the protective railing.

The teacher suspected that he had drunk alcohol, and he tried to sniff it with his nostrils wide open, but he did not smell the alcohol.

The car staggered, Beelzebub's head resting on Hopkins' shoulder, and he dozed in a daze.

Someone was talking to Sasha.

"I'm sorry," a tenth-grader leaned over from the seat on the other side, her voice lowered, "Excuse me?" How much chocolate did you buy today? She said quickly, "If you still have a quota." Can you bring us two jars in - we didn't realize we bought too much. She took out two jars from her backpack, which were about two hundred grams, and shook them, and there was a thump inside. The shell is printed with a portrait of colored beans, which is a kind of sandwich chocolate bean that students love.

Beelzebub sat up.

"How? We can pay somewhat," the 10th grader blinked, "One kiss, one for each person, how about it?" Or two. Well, three, no more. She pursed her lips, which were plump and full, like fresh cherries.

"Deal." Beelzebub said.

The car drove into the campus. The students got out of the car and followed the regulations. Their backpacks are to be opened for inspection.

Today's inspection was particularly slow, and only one person was called in every ten minutes or so, and he didn't know why until Beelzebub's turn came.

The people waiting inside the examination room were not teachers, but policemen, with instruments and dogs.

Everything they buy is opened and checked, and the chocolate beans are no exception, they are pulled out in a part and clamped to the crush.

Neither the instrument nor the dog responded, and he was the last. Beelzebub was visibly relieved to see the nervous teacher on the side.

"May I ask what happened?"

Hopkins asked.

The on-board teacher taught Latin in grades 9 and 10 at the school, and Sasha was one of his favorite students.

"Don't tell anyone, it's not good for you." He looked left and right, and made sure that no one had a careful mouth: "Someone reported that a student brought the forbidden 'drug' into the school today disguised as chocolate. ”

"That's terrible." Hopkins replied with an unchanging face: "Fortunately, the facts bear out, and no one did that, did they?" ”

"God forbid." The Latin teacher said heartily.

***

"Adder." Sasha tasted some minced dust and came to a conclusion.

"What's that?"

"It is not a forbidden drug." Sasha said: "Amphetamine 'medicine' can make people concentrate and have high energy. According to the Western Continent Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, this "drug" is used to treat ADHD, prescription stimulants, but where is the "drug" administration. It is not a forbidden drug. As prescribed, the physician prescribes a prescription for an adolescent with ADHD. The normal procedure should be to meet with a parent, teacher, or other person who can prove that the symptoms are long-term - but many doctors simply listen to the patient's complaints and easily prescribe 30 capsules of Addera a month, 10 mg each, which is easy to obtain, and it is not enough, and they can buy it from other students - this is what they should be looking up tonight. ”

"Why are they eating this?"

"Thirty minutes after swallowing, you can see a miracle, and it is said that the user's memory will be as focused and sharp as a Jedi's laser sword, and you will feel that you can do anything." "If you want a, you have to eat – for most people, that's it," Sasha said. ”

Beelzebub tossed the real jar of chocolate chips in his hand. It's a bit surprising, didn't they think they should look up the details of him and Hopkins? If they had checked, they wouldn't have played this old trick tonight.

Poseidon people often use this trick when transporting drugs - stuffing drugs into passengers' luggage, and they will transport this batch of illegal goods here without knowing it, and wherever it goes, except for one or two unlucky ghosts who have been spot-checked, the others can basically arrive at their destination safely, which is convenient and cost-effective.

"Both cans are this?"

"No, the other jar is cocaine. The texture is pure. Sasha said, "It seems that they are determined to drive us out." ”

"It's not good," said Beelzebub, "I like it here." ”

"Me too." Sasha said.

(To be continued)

This chapter - even if it is a Dragon Boat Festival benefit - stay up late to catch up.

Thank you for your zongzi, I will list them one by one tomorrow, I am tired......

n (one second to remember the world)