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The bodyguard opened the door respectfully for Mr. Chen, and a person in a white coat walked out, bowing his head and ears to Mr. Chen, as if he was coming to greet him, but he didn't smile.Mr. Chen took Nan Zhuo in and let him look around in the laboratory.

White powder piled up on the tin foil next to the reaction tank, Nan Zhuo could smell that kind of special sour smell without bending over.With his back to Mr. Chen, the fingertips he stroked were trembling slightly.

He's all too familiar with this stuff.

Nan Xiujuan died of an overdose, Nan Yan died of violence after hallucinations, and Nan Hongzu died of trafficking, among a series of other crimes.

And Teng Yongan.

He died fighting it.

The slender fingers like plant stalks stretched out, and the fingertips touched the powder in front of Nan Zhuo's eyes, and then shook it off.Mr. Chen has come to Nan Zhuo's side, he showed a regretful expression, and said: "Little guy, look, this is the kind of thing that ruined countless families."

Shen Ling's voice became the lead of memory. Nan Zhuo heard similar words from others. Both Nan Xiujuan and Nan Hongzu hated white fans to death. Drug addicts can realize that they are going astray when they are sober.

"Son," Nan Hongzu handed the purse to Nan Zhuo, "Do you know what you have in your hand?"

Nan Zhuo opened the cable halfway, glanced at it, raised his head and said, "Heroin."

Nan Hongzu stretched out his hand and twisted his arm fiercely, Nan Zhuo staggered in pain, and his calf hit the coffee table.The place they live in is not bad, but because of Nan Hongzu's livelihood, the curtains are rarely opened, and the house has a strong musty smell, which is mixed with the sour smell of kitchen waste that is not thrown away after eating.

"You want to kill Lao Tzu, don't you?" Nan Hongzu let go of his hand and said fiercely: "Speak jargon!"

Nan Zhuo hadn't eaten for two days, and his face was bruised. He had talked back to Nan Hongzu before, and it was punishment.Nan Zhuo was taken to Yufang City by Nan Hongzu for a month, but he didn't have a good place on his body.

His eyes were a little dark, he did not fall, and said: "No. 3...4... Haibaicai, undergraduate."

The windows were left open, the wind stirred the dark curtains, and the dryness of late summer was also uncomfortable.Nan Hongzu nodded in satisfaction, and spit the smoke ring onto Nan Zhuo's face.

"Go," he opened the door, "Dad will escort you. You have a knife in your pocket, don't forget to use it if something goes wrong."

The investigation has been strict recently, but this batch of goods must be sold, Nan Hongzu asked Nan Zhuo to go for him.

Nan Zhuo stepped out, but was grabbed by the neckline by Nan Hongzu again.He was wearing a white vest that looked like pajamas, and his whole body was hung so that his feet were almost off the ground. He couldn't breathe, and he closed his eyes and struggled twice.

"Wait, review it again." Nan Hongzu supported the door frame, "What if I get caught?"

"Shut up..." Nan Zhuo couldn't speak, and patted Nan Hongzu's hand a few times before being let go.

"Shut up," Nan Zhuo answered deftly, coughing, "Just say you don't know what you ask, and you'll come pick me up after you've been in the juvenile prison for a few years."

"Well, not bad." Nan Hongzu still had a fierce look in his eyes, and said, "What will happen if you dare to open your mouth and hurt Lao Tzu?"

Nan Zhuo showed a frightened expression, and recited in a low voice: "When you come out, you will die. You have made an appointment with the people on the road. They will eunuch me first and then beat me to death."

Nan Hongzu smiled and nodded, he took Nan Zhuo out, gave Nan Zhuo's head a hard slap, and said, "Maybe I'll fuck you first and then castrate you!"

He was sure that his son would be obedient, and such an older child was like an animal to him, no matter how tough his temper was, a few spankings would do.Moreover, his son is talented in this area, he can use a jackknife, he can recognize several types of goods, and he will never forget the picture of the receiver after seeing it.Nan Hongzu was smoking a cigarette on the overpass, watching the children walk across the street to the appointed mailbox.

However, Nan Zhuo only stood in front of the postbox for a few seconds, the decision happened in the blink of an eye, he looked up at Nan Hongzu on the overpass, turned around and ran away.

The green light just turned on at the intersection, and he had already aimed at an approaching police car and rammed into it.The wheels made a sound of sticking due to sudden braking. Nan Zhuo didn't fall to the ground, but someone got off the driver's seat. Nan Zhuo saw the police uniform and jumped on it.

There was a few seconds of confusion on the flyover as Nam Hong-joo was fleeing.Nan Zhuo grabbed the hem of the policeman's clothes with one hand, and pointed there with the other.

"My dad sold drugs, and kidnapped people." He panted, "He sold my mother, killed my brother, and asked me to sell drugs for him."

After saying these few words, he burst into tears for some reason, maybe he couldn't suppress it anymore, maybe he suddenly felt wronged.He was so frightened that he didn't even dare to look up at the policeman's face, but he put his hands firmly under his armpit and picked him up.

Nan Zhuo lived for ten years, in fact, he was past the age to be hugged like this, but the police still picked him up.His two thin arms were able to wrap around the policeman's neck, and his upper body was pressed against the policeman's chest. This was a posture and experience he had never had before.

Later, this moment of being dyed by the setting sun made Nan Zhuo repeatedly recall it.What he did was extremely risky. If the policeman didn't believe what he said, or didn't investigate further, he would be in great trouble.

However, he met Teng Yongan.

That man's time with Nan Zhuo is so short, seventeen days and nights, but he has overturned Nan Zhuo's entire cognition of the word "father", so that Nan Zhuo will not think of his father in the days to come. Just abandonment, killing, violence and crime.Those cruel and raging things were all erased by Teng Yong'an, and he showed Nan Zhuo the beautiful and real appearance of this world.

He is the light shining into the swamp, the sun pointing the maze.There is no photo on his tombstone, but the appearance of him saluting in police uniform has long been Nan Zhuo's firm belief and admiration.

Nan Zhuo regards Teng Yong'an as an arrangement and a gift of fortune, and every time he thinks about it, he feels that God is not that mean to him.But now that his hands were covered with white powder, he realized that he was the one who rushed towards the police car in desperation that day.It depends on man, he can do many things.

The powder was shaken off, Nan Zhuo twisted his fingertips, and looked sideways at Mr. Chen.

The pure white light smoothed out the wrinkles on the old man's face. He looked a little young, and his smile was like a mask.He asked Nan Zhuo: "Do you know what this is?"

"Heroin." Nan Zhuo seemed to be taken away by the spring rain. He looked at Mr. Chen calmly and said, "You are in the drug business."

Mr. Chen smiled lightly and asked, "Are you afraid?"

Nan Zhuo shook his head without changing his face.Lying is not an option here, he said: "I've seen it when I was very young."

"You are expected to study," Mr. Chen looked at him, "you are especially good at chemistry, aren't you?"

Nan Zhuo's palms were sweating. Of course, he expected that Mr. Chen would investigate him, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.On the surface, he couldn't show his retreat, and nodded to Mr. Chen.

Mr. Chen spread the medicine powder on the tin foil with his palm and asked, "Do you know the smile curve?"

Nan Zhuo thought for a while, then shook his head.

Pale fingertips slide in the white powder, drawing an axis system similar to coordinates, the vertical and horizontal are value and activity respectively, with a U-shaped floating in the middle, like the curve of the mouth on a smiling face.

"Here, the least profitable place," Mr. Chen clicked on the bottom of the U-shape, "is production."

Moving his fingertip to the upper right, he said: "This is sales, and the income is of course very good."

Nan Zhuo lowered his eyes and listened intently. Mr. Chen motioned to him. He raised his finger and gently wiped away the highest point at the beginning of the U-shape.

Mr. Chen asked: "Do you know what the people here do?"

Nan Zhuo exerted a little force, leaving a fingertip mark on the tin foil."Research and development," he said.

"Smart boy." Mr. Chen smiled, touched Nan Zhuo's dry blood-stained face with his cold and greasy hands, and said, "I'll send you to the top, okay?"

Although his words were questions, he was not asking for Nan Zhuo's opinion.With a trembling force, his hand went down from Nan Zhuo's side face to Nan Zhuo's neck.

"Little guy, have you heard of the Golden Triangle?" He patiently explained to Nanzhuo, "The domestic market is not easy to do. In the past few years, Kunsha, Luo Xinghan and others have declined one after another, so the three-way zone is now a crowded place. Can Whether you win depends not only on how much you control or how much you sell, but on how to seize the opportunity in the update iteration. For example, recently, the No. 4 heroin has risen, and the second-hand goods have just been thrown out, and the market is already waiting for new ones. Product. I am successful in production and sales, there is no shortage of people, but what the market needs is continuous innovation.”

He took the handkerchief handed over by his subordinates and wiped his hands carefully.He took Nan Zhuo to walk in the laboratory, the door of the greenhouse was closed, the green stems had hidden thorns inside, and the red petals were like blood.

Mr. Chen turned sideways for Nan Zhuo to watch carefully, and then asked, "Do you know him?"

The glass reflected the flowers, which were falling in the position of Nan Zhuo's eyes.Nan Zhuo said: "Poppy."

"Smart boy." Mr. Chen praised the young man again, and he also looked at the flowers with highly poisonous capsules, and said softly and intoxicated: "From poppies to Baiyao, crushing, crystallization, liquefaction, and purification, this is a A sacred but complicated process. I often think how wonderful it would be if there was a poppy that could be addictive just by smelling it.”

He opened his half-closed eyes, looked deeply at Nan Zhuo, and asked, "Can you do it?"

Nan Zhuo said honestly: "I don't know."

Mr. Chen said: "You can learn." He stretched out his hand and brushed away the broken hair on Nan Zhuo's forehead, revealing those beautiful but silent eyes.He said gently: "I don't like coercion. Young people choose their own paths. You are a smart kid. How about you? Do you want to stay and become my scientist?"

He kept smiling, and his deep eyes were strangely narrow and golden under the light.Nan Zhuo moved his eyes away from the poppy, and turned to meet his gaze.

Mr. Chen stretched out his hand to Nan Zhuo, Nan Zhuo lowered his eyes and responded.

The two hands pressed together, and the wandering coldness rushed from Nanzhuo's tailbone to the back of his neck. He was wrapped in the palm of Mr. Chen, and the touch there was like being entangled by a snake. Mr. Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, like a soft cold blood animal.

They shook hands.

However, Mr. Chen did not let go, he said: "I want to hear your reason for joining."

Nan Zhuo tightened his grip on Mr. Chen's hand slightly, and he said, "You saved me, I would rather follow you to study poppies than being a duck." Then he pursed his lips and smiled, "And I want to become rich."

Mr. Chen also clenched his hand and nodded.

"Yeah, if it wasn't for the money, you wouldn't have been sold to that kind of place." He sighed regretfully, touched Nan Zhuo's face with the other hand, and said, "Follow me, you won't be short of money. Those people are too stupid, your value is far more than this skin. Little guy, the world can't tolerate you, so you just come out to mess around."

The smile gradually opened up, Mr. Chen leaned over slightly, Nan Zhuo opened his arms, and the two hugged with a smile.

The door of the laboratory was slammed shut, and Mr. Chen took Nan Zhuo upstairs, where there was a room, which was his future shelter.Nan Zhuo followed him, took this step, and completely left the ordinary world behind.

"I will create a new identity for you, and you have to have a new name." Mr. Chen turned slightly on the stairs and said, "Nan Zhuo has already died in Yufang City. At this time, the police have probably cremated Nan Zhuo .”

The young man followed suit, lowered his eyes and said "yes".

Mr. Chen stopped on the steps and said, "You can do it yourself."

The boy turned his head slightly, looked down at the blooming poppies, and smiled softly.

He raised his finger and traced words slowly in the air, saying, "Teng Cuo."

"Teng Cuo," Mr. Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, looked down at him, and asked, "Is there any meaning?"

"It's wrong in this world, the vine in the flower." The young man looked at him with a smile and asked, "What does Mr. Chen think of the causal relationship?"

Mr. Chen also smiled, looked at him for a while, and nodded.

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