"What kind of drugs are you taking?"
I asked strangely, "I don't do that kind of thing."
"What I said is different from what you said.
Did you drink last night?
I know a kind of psychedelic poison.
When I was studying in college, I met people from Xiangxi selling this kind of stuff. otbnkotgt "Oh, it's hard to say.
You were in a similar situation last night.
Anyway, it's like someone who drank too much.
He also lost his voice.
I can't remember anything."
"Fuck, if you put it like that, Brother Shan's situation is really true."
Luo Qiong responded smoothly.
I frowned and thought about it carefully.
It seems that I have met all the above points, but I can’t even remember what happened last night.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door of Fatty's house.
Yuan Feng was closest to the door.
When he walked over and opened the door, he saw two police comrades.
"Who is Ba Xiaoshan?"
the police comrade asked after he came in.
I looked over strangely and said, "I am, what's wrong?"
"It's you.
Someone reported anonymously that you might be taking prohibited substances.
We're going to take you back for a checkup now.
Let's go."
What the police comrade said shocked me.
He was just talking about taking drugs, so why did he change the topic?
It was a coincidence that a comrade from the police came to our door.
"How is it possible for me?"
I said strangely.
"We'll know after checking whether it's inhaled or not.
Get up."
I was put into the police car and then taken to the hospital.
The results of the blood test confirmed that something went wrong with me the night before.
The result was actually positive, and the most frightening thing was that the measured data was quite strange.
Two police comrades immediately took me back to the station and interrogated me, asking me to confess what I had done last night.
They also asked me if I was involved in the sale of such prohibited items.
I can't say a word.
I could only shake my head desperately.
In the end, they seemed to have no way to do anything to me, so they took me into the detention center.
After a day and night spent in the detention center, I seemed to feel that something was wrong.
I woke up slowly with the gradual recovery of my memories of last night.
The bartender gave me a drink and said it was 99 yuan a glass.
It is also said that if you drink red, you will forget the past, and if you drink blue, you will forget the future.
I gradually thought about it.
Ever since I drank this glass of wine something started to go wrong, like I was going crazy.
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Until the monitoring report came out positive.
The monitoring results are definitely not fake, which means that I did touch something similar to the psychedelic poison that Tang Yuyan mentioned yesterday, and the biggest suspicion is that glass of wine.
The bartender was behind my back when he was making drinks, so he might have been poisoned.
I relied on the breath protection in my body and was not afraid of ordinary poisons, so I drank it without paying attention.
After I drank this glass of wine, the situation changed amazingly.
So, he must have drugged the wine After thinking about this, I then thought about another aspect, why the bartender wanted to deal with me.
I don't know him well.
It is possible that there is a secret grudge, but in my opinion, the greater possibility is that he took advantage of me.
Taking other people's money to attack me is the most suspicious thing.
So, who is targeting me?
Entering the bureau again, I am no stranger to this place.
I haven't been working in a dormitory these years, to be honest.
There is still a big difference between a detention center and a prison.
At least the people in the detention center still have hope, while many people in the prison have begun to reject the outside world.
"It's time to eat."
There was a shout from outside, and I walked to the door.
Someone from outside pushed a bowl in.
The prison food in the detention center was actually pretty good.
Although it wasn't cooked well, at least it had meat and vegetables.
I don’t have high requirements for taste, so I don’t think I can’t get used to it.
He picked up the bowl on the floor and glanced at it.
Just as he was about to speak, his heart suddenly trembled slightly and the movements of his hands slowed down a bit.
If someone hurt me last night.
Then will someone drug me in the food today?
But this is a detention center after all, and those who want to deal with me should not be that capable.
But I am wise enough to understand the principle of being careful when sailing a thousand-year-old ship.
I picked up the steamed buns, broke them apart piece by piece, and then put the fire in my hand to slightly burn.
Although the steamed buns were a little burnt, they were at least safe.
I then looked into the bowl.
At this glance, I finally saw some clues.
The vegetables in the bowl were a bit rotten and sticky, but there seemed to be something buried underneath.
I fiddled with it a few times and put it up to my nose to smell it.
This smell gave me a slight sense that something was wrong.
It smelled like something strange.
It wasn't the strange smell of spoiled food, but something strange.
The idea immediately popped into my head when I had a question.
Simply put the rice bowl aside and start thinking about it.
Since the other party can extend his "devil's claws" into the detention center, he seems to be somewhat capable.
Although I don't know who wants to harm me, this method is not very clever.
But since you are offending me, don't blame me for being rude.
Now the other party is in the dark and I am in the light.
This is too disadvantageous.
I have to find a way to turn this relationship upside down.
I definitely can't touch this bowl of food.
But if you return it intact, I'm afraid it will arouse the other party's suspicion and make it even less likely to show up.
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Rather than passively defending like this, it's better to take advantage of the situation.
Thinking of this, I moved the vegetable bowl, and then with the flame on my hand, all the vegetables poured out of the bowl were burned.
Although the traces were obvious, they generally would not attract people's attention.
As usual, we start putting away the bowls after about ten minutes.
When it's my turn here.
I deliberately didn't hand over the bowl, and someone outside urged me, "Where's the bowl?"
I didn't say anything.
The people outside became increasingly impatient and opened the door directly after a while.
Then I saw me lying on the ground, twitching all over, and uttering nonsense and curses.
"What's going on?"
The person who opened the door was shocked and ran up to ask.
I grabbed his trousers and twitched non-stop.
The man's panic didn't look like he was pretending.
He immediately turned around and said, "I'll report to the director.
You can watch him here."
After he left, another person outside slowly walked in.
Compared to the previous person, the person in front of him was much calmer and even showed a trace of a sneer.
He took out a dagger from his sleeve, squatted down and sneered: "Is it good to add ingredients to your food?
I'll let you feel good before you die.
Don't come to me after you die."
As he spoke, he suddenly raised the knife and stabbed me in the heart.
But at this moment, I reached out and grabbed the dagger in his hand.
The other person was stunned and looked at me in surprise.
I sneered: "You are very brave if you want to kill me."
"Didn't you take the medicine I gave you?
Why are you still here?"
He looked at the burn marks on the ground, then looked at the rice bowl, widened his eyes and shouted, "You didn't eat the food in the bowl?"
"Do you think I'm stupid?
You don't know how to smell it when you give it to me?"
I snorted coldly, jumped up, and tapped his shoulder.
He shouted: "Who filmed you to kill me?"
"You think I'm going to tell you about your dreams, I won't say anything."
He wanted to show off, but I sneered, and squeezed with my fingers so hard that he screamed, and he didn't last for a few seconds before shouting: "I said I said, it was the mad dog who gave me three He asked me to help him get rid of you for 10,000 yuan.
He also provided the psychedelic poison.
He said he would drug you and then kill you, pretending that you went crazy and committed suicide because of the psychedelic poison.
I told you everything. , let me go quickly, it hurts so much" It's this guy like Mad Dog who dares to do such a nasty trick to me behind my back.
I originally thought that the conflict between us would be put down, but now that my grandson has come to seek death, I can't blame him.
"You didn't lie to me" "I don't dare lie to you.
It's really a mad dog.
He called me and said that," he replied hurriedly
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