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    I lowered my head and tried to bite the fabric of the restraint. This damn thing was borrowed from a mental hospital, and the tight leather straps of the two monsters, the bear and the butcher, suppressed my arms tightly to my sides, and my hands  He was handcuffed to a metal belt on his abdomen and could not move at all.  Strong elastic cords hooked into the waistband of the restraint from all sides, holding me in the center of the basement, unable to touch any of the walls.

    The dim surroundings and oak staves told me that this was once a wine cellar.  I don¡¯t know where the butchers got the requisitioned wine cellar from, but judging from the century-old seal on top of the wine barrel, it must be a wine cellar owned by a super rich man, because the value of the wine stored in this cellar exceeds my  All net worth.

    "If I could stay here and drink this good wine every day, I would rather Xingtian's poisonous filter be a little heavier." The butcher sat at the tasting table surrounded by oak barrels, sipping the fine wine and looking at me with a satisfied look on his face.

    "You are a pure bastard!" The devil next to him also held a wine glass, but he was much more humane than the butcher.

    "I know!" The butcher was not satisfied with drinking from a small cup. He reached out and took the wine ladle and drank directly from the wooden barrel on the side.

    "Do you know how much this whiskey that has been stored for a hundred years is worth?" Of course, in a place with good wine, the drunkard Gongzi Ge is indispensable, but a yuppie will always be a yuppie. When pouring wine in a place like this, you have to wrap the bottle with a napkin.

    "I just need to know how delicious it is!" The devil didn't want to waste his saliva on the issue of not harvesting food. He followed the butcher's lead and put on the wine, scooped up the bucket and drank.

    "20,000 pounds per bottle!" Young Master sighed and took a sip of the golden liquid: "But you are drinking around a bucket of cows. I don't know if it's your luck or the wine's misfortune."

    ¡°Looking at the English seal and annual stamp on it, you can tell that this wine was given to the Kuwaiti royal family by a British colonial man.

    "The prince kept it for so many years and was reluctant to drink it until he died, but he took advantage of you rough guys. It's really a shame!"  "The knight next to him is also a tasteful guy, but this sigh did not stop him from grabbing the butcher's wine spoon and taking a few more sips.

    "What are you sighing for? His daughter doesn't drink. In the future, she will be a pretty boy who doesn't know where she came from. It's better to nourish the bodies of the brothers and avenge his father." The devil said this and looked at his watch: "The time is almost up!"

    ¡°Oh!¡± After hearing this, the butcher put down his wine glass and walked up to me. He took out a huge hollow brace from his pocket and stuffed it into my mouth.  This thing is as big as a baseball and I can't open my mouth from ear to ear. No matter how hard I try, I can't spit it out, but I can breathe and swallow from between the braces.

    "You should understand what this stance is for, right?" The butcher rubbed his hands and looked at me with a smile on his face: "In half an hour, your poison filter will come up. From that moment onwards,  You can¡¯t leave here for a week.¡±

    I stretched my neck and asked him to put the pickup on my neck.  Then he said in an electronically synthesized ugly voice: "I want to see redba!"

    "What do you want to do? Robot!" the demon asked, imitating my unpleasant electronic voice.

    "I know about the child! I saw it. I want to see her." I sat on the ground and lay back, letting the straps on my body hang me in the air.

    "She can't come." The genius walked into the basement accompanied by the kitten.

    "Why?"

    "Prenatal checkup!" The kitten looked at me with a very unfriendly expression: "Prenatal checkup at the 38th week!"

    "So?" I asked, looking at the room full of people.

    "She has been pregnant for more than nine months!" Mao Mao looked at me with disbelief: "I can't believe that she has been taking care of you here for more than three months, and you didn't find out that she was pregnant? You see  What's the use of Qing? How bad a man can be to be so slow?"

    "I" After hearing the other party's accusation, I sat on the ground and was unable to refute.

    "You are high every day, and every day except sleeping, you are wandering in space." The little cat finished the sentence for me, which made me even more unable to get off the stage.

    "You don't want to be like this either. He was so seriously injured. It was simply because he was awake less and more comatose, plus drugs."

    Genius grabbed a kitten who came over and hit me: "Redba wore such a big robe by himself, and it was not obvious for the first few months. I only discovered it. You don't want to blame him on everything."

    "Damn it! I just want to beat him, at least I have to kick him." The kitten had already run to me, but the genius grabbed his hand and pulled him back. Unwilling to do so, he stretched out his foot and kicked me.

    "Don't take it to heart! Group consciousness! Group consciousness!" It is extremely difficult for a genius to pull away a strong kitten with a limp leg.

    "When can I see her?" I'm not angry with the kitten, because I want to give myself a break.  I didn¡¯t post it for such a long timeWhen he found out that his woman was pregnant, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was worse than a beast.

    "It won't be in a few hours!" The speed machine came in and closed the door of the wine cellar.  Hoey followed with a medical kit and a doctor in his hand: "But your drug addiction shouldn't wait until that time. You won't be able to think clearly for the next three to four days."

    If this were the case, wouldn¡¯t it take longer to apologize to Redba? After hearing this, I was a little anxious because I was afraid of hurting her more. The waves of ¡°frustration¡± made me extremely irritable and sweat dripping down my face.  A large amount of water drips from the pores, and the acidity in the eyes stimulates the continuous overflow of tears and nasal mucus.

    "I wantI want" I felt my heart beating faster and faster, and my abdominal muscles were shaking and twitching violently.  The strong nausea was suppressed by the tight corset, which made me short of breath.  A large amount of saliva gushes out from under the tongue and drips from the corner of the mouth. Although I have never injected drugs under the tongue since I was rescued, for some reason, once I inject drugs or become addicted to drugs, the original injection site will appear.  Starts to secrete saliva in large amounts, as much as mouthwash.

    "Sorry! We can't give it to youyou have to be patient!" The doctor came over, touched my carotid artery, and nodded to the person in the distance. My poison filter had begun to attack.

    "I feel uncomfortablewow!" There was a strong abdominal spasm and all the contents in the stomach were squeezed out.  The pain that had brought me to death exploded in my body like a wild beast.  My chest felt like a thousand-jin stone was pressing down on me, making me unable to breathe.  Sometimes it feels like a fire is burning.  Sometimes it feels like walking into an icehouse where the temperature is 40 degrees below zero.  I don¡¯t know how long it took, but the feeling of nausea and vomiting became more and more serious. The feeling in the skin began to seep into the seams of the bones. It felt like millions of ants were biting on the body. The bones were sore and itchy, and I wanted to scratch but couldn¡¯t.  It was worse than death. I could only use my fingers to pinch the flesh of my chest and abdomen and pinch it as hard as I could.  Unknowingly, a lot of skin and flesh were torn off.

    "Brother! Hold on!" The doctor reached out and grabbed my tight clothes, pulled my hands away and shouted in my ear. At this time, my five senses were blocked by the strong hunger for heroin, and I couldn't speak in a low voice.  The sky sodu doesn't listen to me.  The pain of driving people to the point of death makes me eager to use any means to relieve the pain of pain and numbness in my body. Hanging me up is because I am afraid that I will stab my own flesh with sharp objects or soup my skin with cigarette butts. But now I can only desperately  Nothing can be done except stomping your feet.  This is a pain that normal people cannot imagine. I can¡¯t remember how many times I wanted to stab myself to death.

    I couldn¡¯t stop vomiting until even the bile was squeezed out. I felt like there were crawlers crawling up my throat and biting me.  The itching makes me want to vomit, and the pain makes me heartbroken.  Looking at the walls around me but unable to hit them, I was so anxious that I could only scream as hard as I could, feeling the tearing pain in my throat to relieve the anxiety in my heart.

    "Brother! Hold on! I know you can do it."

    "Ghoul! Show some military perseverance"

    "Xingtian! Think about your family. Do you have the nerve to go back and see your parents if you don't quit drugs?"

    "Look at this! Geological map! Found on the hard drive of the reconnaissance plane in Afghanistan. The U.S. military base in Kyrgyzstan, the closest military base to China. The U.S. early warning aircraft equipped with the early warning and control system (AWS)  Deployed there, using the radio wave interception matrix composed of bases in Taiwan, Japan, and South Korea, the entire western China is monitored, and there are no more secrets over China. Using stratigraphic detection devices, all nuclear bomb silos in China can be dug out."

    The brothers in the wine cellar took turns coming to me and talking to me to encourage me.  Although their screams were loud and full of emotion, I could only find a panacea to relieve this hellish ordeal.  My addiction made me miserable, and my pain made me empowered.  The iron bolts that fixed the ropes were obviously stronger than the stone walls that had been in disrepair for a long time. The cracks in the mortar were loosened by my pulling here and there.

    "Quick! Hold him down!" The quick-scheduled machine was the first to notice the condition of the wall behind me: "This guy is going to pull the wall down. If it collapses, none of us will be able to get out."

    Hearing the sound, four or five people jumped over and held my head and feet down with all their hands and feet, knocking me down to the ground.  With the force of their pulling, the collar was torn open, and it hit the butcher's solid torso hard.  Using the impact of our weight, he knocked his left upper arm out of the shoulder socket.  The dislocated arm freed up a few centimeters of space for himself, and he used his normal hand to pull the corset downwards, successfully freeing the arm from the fabric.

    "Hold him down! He's about to break free! Damn it! This thing is also known as the safest corset in the world. It's useless!"

    The devil didn¡¯t dare to attack me because I was injured, but when he saw that I ignored the pain, he pressed the collar with his dislocated left hand and tore the fabric of the corset.  He had no choice but to stretch out his knee to press my head, and his other hand to hold my dislocated shoulder socket.  He pressed me to the ground like a dead pig.

    "Don't move!" Tu grabbed my right hand that was going to take out the braces from my mouth, and the knight and Kuai Ji pressed my legs together.  plus kittyIt took five people to hold me down.  But I still kept fluttering in their hands, fighting for any possibility of exchange.

    "Give it to me! Give it to me!" I threw off the butcher's grip and inserted it into his thick neck, threatening: "Quick! I won't do it to you!"

    "Oh! The wings are thick!" The butcher reached out and pulled off the pickup attached to my throat and threw it aside. Suddenly, countless words of threats and inducements came to my mouth and turned into an inarticulate roar.  My mouth was full of blood and I couldn't say anything. At this moment, I felt my heartbeat getting faster and faster, so fast that it seemed that all the oxygen in my body was used to supply its acceleration, and my brain became a little sluggish due to lack of oxygen.

    "He's gone! Hold him down! Hold him down!" The doctor held down my head and took out a syringe. When I saw the familiar needle, the first thing I thought of was heroin, and my body became excited earlier than my brain.

    "You want to inject him?" The butcher angrily grabbed the doctor's hand holding the syringe and stopped him. Seeing that the syringe close at hand could not relieve my pain, I impatiently bit the butcher in front of my face.  on his calf, hoping that the pain would make him let go of the doctor's hand.

    "Ah! Fuck! Bite me!" The butcher was bitten by my good teeth. He let go and the doctor took back his hand, pinched my chin and forcefully opened my teeth.  At the same time, I felt a heat on my neck. The doctor inserted the needle into my skin. Although no liquid had been pushed in yet, the habitual reflex accumulated in my brain already felt a comfortable release.

    "I injected him with chlorpromazine hydrochloride, a central dopamine receptor blocker. This injection was used to relieve arrhythmia and heart failure caused by his excessive withdrawal reaction. It can also relieve vomiting and eliminate excitement.  , hallucinations and delusions." The doctor slowly pushed the liquid into my body: "Intravenous injection together with the strong analgesic fentanyl can produce a special anesthetic state in the patient and eliminate pain."

    With the rapid flow of blood, I felt that the fire in my five internal organs was extinguished, the rushing blood became gentle, my limbs began to move weakly, and the severe pain gradually subsided, followed by a strong sense of drowsiness, but there was no  Feng fell asleep completely, his consciousness falling into a severe trance.

    "Applying a large amount of chlorpromazine can cause sedation, drowsiness, decreased body temperature, reduced basal metabolism, reduced organ activity, etc., just like animals hibernating. We call it "artificial hibernation state." After application to drug users, it can make them almost  He has been drowsy throughout the day and is in a sub-hibernating state, which means that the symptoms of drug addiction can be spent in sleep, thus alleviating the pain."

    Hoey took the doctor¡¯s words and explained for him, and asked the doctor to examine me: ¡°This guy¡¯s drug addiction is too great. If he is forced to detoxify, he will suffer heart failure and die.¡±

    "Sounds great! Why didn't you use it earlier?" I seemed to have fallen into a pool of glue, and the side around me became sticky, and even the sound was stuck in my legs.

    "Because although this thing can make him feel no pain during drug detoxification, it will not let his brain enter a state where he is no longer addicted. Although he can survive the symptoms of drug addiction physically, he will still go through it psychologically.  The chance of relapse is too high, several times higher than other drug detoxification methods." Hoey tried to explain to the butcher that the harm of addiction is more serious than the physiological reaction: "Compared with the incontinence of urine and feces during treatment,  Adverse reactions such as excitement and agitation, respiratory depression, and lung infection are nothing."

    "What should we do?"

    "This is just to save his life. When his withdrawal symptoms are no longer life-threatening, we still have to let him endure it hard!" Hoey himself seemed very hesitant when he said this.

    "Wouldn't it mean that we have to prolong the withdrawal process and make him walk several more times before the gate of hell?" The knight heard this and understood that this method is like taking a person out of boiling water and putting him in ice water to cool down, and then re-  Throw into boiling oil.

    "Yes! There is no way!" Hoey shook his head helplessly.

    An angel in plain clothes quietly appeared in the swaying picture in his eyes, with long golden hair hanging down to his chest, half covering his stunning face.  The bright red lips opened slightly, and the soft voice contained incomparable determination: "I believe he can survive it! Because I will not let my son have an addict father!"

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