"Ha...he..." Hong Lei looked at the little demon in front of him with a ferocious look, and struggled in pain. But unfortunately, just after he drank the water given by the little demon yesterday and fell asleep, he was tied up by the little demon from beginning to end like a rice dumpling. Now no matter how hard he struggles, he can only squirm on the ground.

And which little demon was holding his cheek with his hands, looking at him with curiosity and writing something.

"Two weeks after taking opium continuously, the addiction was very obvious." Wukong lowered his head and glanced at Hong Lei again. "The symptoms were initially manifested as extreme mania, accompanied by strong aggression. The middle was manifested as whole body pain and unbearable itch. The later was manifested as..."

"I said Hong Lei, how do you feel now? Tell me." Wukong grinned at the zongzi tied in front of him, "As long as you say everything you feel now, you will definitely become famous. Thank me, you can be famous in history without doing anything. Of course, it is possible to not be left in history, but I believe you can..."

As he said that, Wukong thought carefully again, "When it comes to the history of medicine, otherwise it is the history of experimental science? Or the history of pharmacology. Even if these are not up to date, there will definitely be your name in the history of drug development. The first addict with evidence and history of drug development in China and even the world."

"Ha...he..." Hong Lei rolled on the ground, gritting his teeth at Wukong.

"I don't want to say it, it's easy." As he said that, Goku gently picked up a thick porcelain bowl from the table with his hands, "Where do you guess what is in this bowl?"

"Huhu..." When he saw this bowl, Hong Lei's eyes suddenly showed an anxious look, and his whole body began to wriggle in the direction of this bowl.

"It seems you know what's inside, yes." Wukong smiled brightly at Hong Lei, showing a mouthful of white teeth, "This is the kind of fairy water you have drunk. Do you want it?"

Hong Lei stared at the bowl in Wukong's hand and nodded desperately.

"Now, tell me what you feel, if you are talking nonsense..." Goku picked up which bowl he wanted to throw it out, "You know what I would do, don't you?"

"I...I...I...I'm...I'm very...harm now..." Hong Lei answered intermittently with a hoarse voice, staring at the bowl in Goku's hand with his two godless eyes, "It's uncomfortable...I don't have the strength...I'm stomach...I'm head...I'm hurting...I'm whole body...I'm hurting..."

"Well, the later symptoms are manifested as general weakness, pain, abdominal pain, and emotional despair." Wukong picked up his pen and wrote down all the symptoms Hong Lei said. Looking at Hong Lei, who was sad and rolling all over his body while controlling his body toward the porcelain bowl in his hand. For some reason, he suddenly felt a little unbearable.

Although Hong Lei is indeed a scumbag, he did everything like knocking on widows' doors and digging out graves when he was a raider in the Jianghuai area (which is now commonly known as a street gangster). Later, he joined Shen Faxing's peasant uprising army (well, this is the official word later, it is actually a bandit.), and he did not do anything like burning, killing, looting, and so on. There were no less than a hundred innocent lives in his hands. It would be no exaggeration to say that it was a murder.

If a person like this is placed in the so-called democratic countries in later generations that abolished the death penalty, he would be sentenced to at least seven or eight hundred years in prison, with only more, not less.

Moreover, what Wukong knows is just the content that Hong Lei incoherently brought out when he was addicted to drugs. The things he really did are also more, not less.

However, even so, even if Wukong knew it, he told himself in his heart that the poor man in front of him was actually not worthy of being pitiful no matter what the result he encountered, and he was completely asking for it. But when Wukong saw this guy's current appearance, he still felt a little unbearable.

Originally, he planned to continue to make Hong Lei suffer for a while so that he could have a real memory. But looking at Hong Lei's appearance, Wukong, who was restless, gave up this plan and directly took the water mixed with opium in the porcelain bowl and placed it in front of Hong Lei's face.

Seeing Hong Lei excitedly stretching his mouth to drink water from the bowl, he accidentally knocked over the bowl. Then Hong Lei arched his body without hesitation and licked the water marks on the ground like a dog. Wukong suddenly made a decision that even he felt a little puzzled.

"If you don't use it in the future, don't use it."

In his previous life, Wukong was an agent. Generally speaking, it was difficult for agents to be called the word "good person" in the common sense. Take Wukong himself as an example. I don't know how many innocent people are in his hands. For example, when performing a mission, a passerby A, B, C and D suddenly discovered himself, and was silenced by him. It was a common thing.

Not to mention that after Goku was exposed, the big explosion that he played before his death blew up all the commercial buildings in New York, USA, and also brought three of the best killers from the CIA to bury them. As for the unlucky guys in that building who had nothing to do with the organization, they also died hundreds of people, and this is just the employee and industrial owner of this building.

As for the same thing, it has nothing to do with this building. Even the unlucky guy who passed by the collapsed building was killed by the collapsed building, he didn't know how many people there were, but the building was in the city center. I think the number of people in this building exceeded the single digits.

Wukong himself also didn't know how the US government would determine the mess he made in the end, but he thought it would be either ** or the Taliban or the like to take the blame.

It can be said that before dying, he still dragged hundreds of innocent people to the underworld without any unbearableness. Therefore, Wukong always felt that he was a decisive decision, cruel and ruthless person, and I would not offend others. If someone offends me and destroys his whole family, he would be very strong-hearted and could turn a blind eye to any suffering of the enemy in order to realize his ideals.

"But when facing a scum like this, I can't bear it." Wukong stood outside his door, looking at the clear starry sky that would never be seen in later generations, and took a long breath, "Even the attribute of a good person can be contagious. If you stay with a good person like Master Daoxin for a long time, even a person like me will be influenced."

"The so-called unbearable heart that arises in your heart is the compassionate nature of your original heart." A familiar voice came from the top of Wukong's head, "Don't talk about you, even if you have achieved the enlightenment of the Bodhisattva fruit, the two attachments to me and Dharma have been destroyed, and all the delusions of seeing and thinking have been eliminated forever, and can protect the four thoughts without loss. The monk who has not moved through the eight winds will still be moved by compassion in his heart."
Chapter completed!