For people who are addicted to drugs, they don't miss any chance to smoke. Of course www.biquge.info they usually can't find opportunities, because there are many opportunities, but they all need money to support them.

Regardless of whether these addicts had money before they took drugs, they usually become moneyless when they become addicted. In order to be able to alleviate their addiction, they will do anything to do it. Some people will even go to the inferior glue just to temporarily relieve the pain of the addiction.

For them, a bowl of cold skin can not only fill their stomachs, but also relieve their addiction symptoms, which is simply the best thing. After an addict eats cold skin, he discovers the secret. They are already sensitive, so they work better than professional instruments. He only took a bite and knew that this cool skin restaurant was very bold, and the poppy shells were enough to make them feel refreshed.

When an addict becomes addicted, more addicts follow. As a result, more and more addicts came here, and finally caught the attention of the police.

In fact, the police put on such a big posture that they really thought that this was a den of drug trafficking. Therefore, when they searched and found that there were no new drugs here, only poppy husks used as spices, they felt a little crying and laughing.

Originally, they thought they had caught a big fish, and it didn't take much effort to get it. Who knew that the fishing was caught, but he didn't catch a big fish, but he just caught a king eight. This annoyed them, so the boss and the proprietress had to suffer a little inside. But these things didn't have much to do with me, so I was released.

I also feel very unlucky, after all, those methods are very uncomfortable. But since this is already the case, what else can be done. Fortunately, I was released, otherwise I would have been treated as a gang of bosses, and that would have been really wronged.

This experience made me no longer dare to look for work at a roadside stall. Who knows if there will be some conventions but illegal practices for stalls that seem to have no problems?

When I entered this restaurant, I felt that it was so upscale that I would definitely not have the same problems as before. But the pot of coffee in front of me made me can't help but doubt again.

It's just a little strange that those cold skins have to be eaten many times before people feel addicted. I've only stood aside and smelled the scent a few times, how could I feel it so strongly? Besides, I just tasted that small bite, and according to my previous experience, I feel good at best, and I shouldn't feel fluttery so quickly.

With such a strong feeling, such a fast speed, if this pot of coffee is filled with poppy husks and the like, how much does it have to be added to have the current effect?

I think maybe I'm thinking too much, because if there are so many poppy husks, there is no reason why the police haven't come to the door now. Is it because it's so upscale that people who can't afford to take drugs and want to find alternatives can't find it at all?

I thought it was strange, but I just thought about it. I'm not a police officer, so I can't care too much, all I think about now is whether to drink more.

In fact, reason tells me that I should put down the spoon in my hand. But in terms of feelings, this feeling is so strong that I can't resist it. I struggled for a moment, then drank the scoop of coffee completely.

If it was fluttering before, it just made me feel like my feet were off the ground. But now it makes me feel like I'm about to fly to the sky.

This feeling, this feeling of flying, is something I've never experienced before. But once I experienced it, I never wanted to leave it. After one spoonful, another scoop is followed.

At first, I was afraid of getting burned. But after a few spoonfuls, I'm no longer afraid of burning, or I don't feel hot anymore. I drank it spoonful-by-spoonful, and then I felt that it was too slow, so I just put my head in the pot and drank it against the pot.

With such a big pot, I should have drunk it for a long time. But after drinking it for a while, I noticed that the coffee in the pot was quickly gone. I said no, but in fact, there is. I couldn't drink it so conveniently, though, because the rest of the coffee had sunk underneath. If you want to drink coffee, you have to remove the things that are in the way in front of you.

It's no wonder that such a large pot is filled with a few coffee pots each time and then no longer scoops out. Because the coffee is only coffee on the top, and everything else is on the bottom.

I didn't drink, but I felt dizzy. While others were drunk, motion sick, and seasick, I was dizzy from coffee. I felt useless and waved my hand in a self-deprecating manner. The smoke in the pot had cleared a lot, and I could see what was holding back the rest of the coffee underneath.

"Ahh I couldn't help but scream, and then the moment I screamed, I noticed that someone was gagging me from behind.

"Little thing, in the end, you still found out."

When I heard the master's voice, I was horrified. Because I didn't hear the door open, when did he start running behind me?

I can't think about it so much, because if the master doesn't make a move, he wants my life as soon as he makes a move. There were a lot of things in the kitchen that could kill people, but instead of a knife or a stick, he just pressed my head down on the steaming coffee pot.

I don't know if the master wants to drown me or burn me directly, anyway, he wants me to die, as for what the process is, it's not that important. I don't want to die, so I can't just watch the master do whatever he wants.

I am a child from the countryside, unlike the little girls who grew up in greenhouses in the city, and they are powerless. But I have a little strength, and the master has even more strength. Lao Cheng was right just now, the master was indeed brought into the industry by him. Lao Cheng is a chef who specializes in white cases, so the master chef was originally born in white cases. Chefs like them have the basic skill of kneading dough, so they have a lot of strength in their arms. Besides, I'm being put on his head by his hand now, no matter how strong I am. Using the strength of the neck to fight against other people's arms is also hitting a stone with an egg.

Thanks to the master's continuous efforts, my face was already pressed against the coffee pot. Now the heat in the pot is steaming up my face, and I don't even dare to open my eyes, I really wonder how I drank all that hot coffee before.

I didn't dare open my eyes because the heat in the pot was too much. Of course, I'm afraid not only of the heat, but also of what's in the pot. It was because I saw this just now that I couldn't help but scream.

In fact, the contents of the pot are not anything strange. If I see it in a forced place on weekdays, I might reach out and touch it. But now it's lying in a steaming pot, and it's weird.

I closed my eyes, but I still had this little baby lying in the pot in my mind. It's so small, it looks about the size of a person's palm. Maybe it's not formed yet, maybe it's because it's shrunk at high temperatures, but it looks a lot smaller than a normal baby anyway. It turned out that the master didn't let people get close to this pot, in order to hide the secret of a baby corpse boiling in the pot. The secret is scary and secretive. In order to hide this secret, maybe the master really dared to kill me.

I didn't want to die, but my struggles didn't make much difference to the master. I know I may die in a few days, but how long is it? What about a minute, thirty seconds, or just a split-second?

People are sometimes so helpless, and those who lie on the hospital bed may beg for death, because they are tormented by illness and have nothing to love. However, neither law nor morality supported euthanasia, so he could only continue to endure the pain. Sometimes people don't want to die, but they can't change their fate. I don't want to die now, or in other words, I never wanted to die. But what can I do now? My strength is not as great as that of the master master, and I can't fight him at all. He covered my mouth, and I couldn't scream. Can I just passively wait for death, and have no chance of turning the tables around?

I struggled hard, knowing that the outcome would be hopeless, but I still didn't give up on the pitiful struggle. The moment I was pressed into the cauldron, I opened my eyes in a ghostly way, and then saw the baby open his eyes too, and smiled at me.

Maybe it's my hallucination, but I really think the baby is smiling. After that, I couldn't struggle anymore and was pressed in. Now I have piping hot coffee all around my head. But I didn't feel much sad, because I didn't seem to feel any pain. Is this what it feels like to die, and when you die, there is no pain?

I felt something touching my lips, and that was the only thing I felt. Now not to mention the piping hot coffee, I can't even feel the arm of the master who grabbed my head.

Even though I knew the coffee around me was boiling hot, I still had a feeling that I needed to open my eyes. It felt strange, both as if someone was whispering in my ear and as if the voice was coming back directly in my head.

I opened my eyes, because my sanity could no longer control my actions. Luckily, my eyes weren't burned by the hot coffee, not even the feeling of burns. Now I just feel that my vision has never been so clear, like a pair of eyes that don't belong to me.

"I chose you, would you?" (To be continued.) )