Human ladder

The vehicle drove slowly, and finally stopped at the door of an ordinary restaurant. Meng Shi rolled down the window, as if seeing that the leaders in the bureau were wary of Wen Guochao, and when no one believed him, he wiped his sweat alone. Under the impatient eyes of others, ask one by one, and write it down carefully.

The figure gradually became stooped, with indescribable exhaustion and persistence.

However, everything is just an illusion, and things have changed before their eyes.There were two welcoming guests standing at the entrance of the restaurant, it was an ordinary, not even famous restaurant.

However, Meng Shi just didn't look back.

Wen Yan seemed to be used to seeing it, so he just took a quick glance and continued: "Wen Guochao found Fu Huan's editor-in-chief, and learned something from him."

"what?"

Wen Yan: "You should know this better than me. In 1996, a man committed suicide by swallowing gold. When he died, he was extremely excited, wearing jewelry all over his body, talking crazily, and his self-cognition was extremely confused."

"..."

Meng Shi was really aware of this incident, because it aroused widespread concern in the society at the time, and everyone said it was an imitation of performance art.

It was judged as suicide at the time, and the closing report stated that it was a drug overdose.

But what was ingested was vague.

Therefore, it was widely publicized and reported by various unscrupulous paper media, and even in the special period at that time, it was considered to be some kind of cult ritual.

Meng Shi: "You continue."

Wen Yan signaled Jin Shuo to continue driving, reported a location, and continued: "At that time, it was Fu Huan who insisted that it was murder. Fu Huan insisted that it was caused by unknown new drugs that had entered the country. Lysergic acid diethylamide (LSD), this hallucinogen has been popular in South America for a long time, it is really sensitive."

"Fu Huan asked her editor-in-chief to sneak into the drug lair to find out. Her editor-in-chief did not agree at the time, but Fu Huan sneaked in alone with a micro-slip and mobile phone, hiding his press card."

The vehicle bumped a bit, but Wen Yan's voice still remained calm: "Southwest, border, Myanmar, Golden Triangle, Golden Crescent... She and her editor-in-chief agreed to connect to the computer in the editor's hand through the mobile phone signal. If the signal is blocked, all the information in the phone will be automatically uploaded to the editor-in-chief’s computer for backup.”

"Until the end of 1998, Fu Huan's mobile phone signal was completely interrupted, and pieces of video, text, and photos were actively backed up to the editor-in-chief's computer across thousands of rivers and mountains."

At the end of that year, people fell into the burnout of the end of the year, looking forward to the arrival of the Spring Festival, walking lazily on the streets.

One late night, an old computer that had been unused for a long time suddenly turned on, and shocking photos and videos, and sections of authentic and standard news report manuscripts filled the entire screen.

However, the newspaper had closed down, and the editor-in-chief resigned at home. He was wearing a coat and reading glasses, staring at the computer screen, and slowly opened his eyes wide.

He also thought that Fu Huan died from a stray bullet.

After breaking contact for so many years, I didn't expect to be haunted suddenly.

He didn't expect that these were the last words.

The car turned into a village, the road ahead was too muddy, Wen Yan reminded Jin Shuo to get the computer, Meng Shi and Jin Shuo had to follow Wen Yan to get off the car, and walked towards the entrance of the village.

At this moment, the sky had already darkened, the sky was Du Ruolan, there were few people on the road, and there was only the sound of sparrows spreading their wings and flapping their wings from one branch to another, mixed with the footsteps of three people who were deep in the mud.

The three of them were panting as they walked, and a cloud of white mist came out, but no one asked Wen Yan why he brought them here.

Wen Yan walked in front, relying on his youthful vigor, he didn't care whether the two people behind him followed or not, and said to himself: "This is where the editor-in-chief will stay after he retires. It's a pity, his editor-in-chief thinks these things are too real. It was too shocking, and I was afraid of hurting myself, and the newspaper closed down. After so many years, the editor-in-chief chose to hide it."

"If it wasn't..." Wen Yan stood at the entrance of the village and smelled the hot rice from another house. Whose house was cooking.A few dogs barking in the distance were the only noise.

Wen Yan thought it was ridiculous and shook his head and smiled wryly: "If Wen Guochao hadn't worked so hard to find this place and find him, he would probably have brought these things into the coffin."

Meng Shi and Jin Shuo didn't dare to show their anger, and they were both angry and anxious for a while. They were so angry that no one said they acted alone for such a big matter in Guochao.

"Then the editor-in-chief?"

"He died, and he committed suicide not long after. He was ill for a long time, and no one suspected the real reason."

Wen Yan finally felt tired. He leaned against the stone tablet at the entrance of the village. He looked tired and didn't even want to continue, but when he looked up, he saw Jin Shuo and Meng Shi who were listening attentively. Go to the entrance of the village.

All the way without a word, Meng Shi and Jin Shuo just followed Wen Yan, until Wen Yan stopped in front of an old ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall has been idle for many years, and there are old people squatting at the door holding bowls to eat, and there are not many young people on the street.

The sudden appearance of the three outsiders attracted the attention of these old people who stayed at home all year round, and they all stopped their chopsticks and stared at the three outside intruders.

Meng Shi and Jin Shuo tensed their nerves according to their professional habits, but Wen Yan stepped across the high threshold disapprovingly.

Several people in the countryside spoke local dialect, Wen Yan and the others spoke Mandarin, and no one could understand what the other was saying.

As soon as they entered the ancestral hall, they were greeted with a wet, cold, dusty smell, but Wen Yan led them to the side hall. He raised his hand and pushed open the door, and the wooden door made a "squeak-ah-ah-" sound as if it had died.

The back room, which has been unoccupied all year round, is cold and gloomy, especially the sound just now, which has the atmosphere of the beginning of a horror story.

Wen Yan lifted the bed board and said to Jin Shuo, "Where is the computer I asked you to take?"

Jin Shuo took out the computer he had been carrying all the way, and Wen Yan took out a pile of small cloth wrapped in layers from the bed board, and took out a CD from it.

"..."

"Didn't I tell you that I know all the things you doubt?"

The computer beeped, indicating success. Wen Yan directly opened a video and turned the computer to Meng Shi and Jin Shuo: "This is why Fu Huan's family of seven died."

"!!!"

is a video.

The picture quality was frozen and not clear. I saw the camera shake for a moment, and the picture went black. There was only a hoarse panting sound from men and women. It must be trying to endure some kind of pain. The pain was so extreme that I couldn't even breathe steadily.

Then there was a harsh friction sound, and a few incomprehensible conversations from near to far.

Both Meng Shi and Jin Shuo didn't know what would happen next, until the camera suddenly had a picture, Meng Shi and Jin Shuo suddenly constricted their pupils and were frightened by the things in front of them.

The person in the camera has thin ribs and prominent ribs, and looks like he has been malnourished for a long time. His skin is darker, but it is still different from the skin of black people.

I saw 'he' or 'she' raised his hand and raised the camera a little higher so that his whole body could be photographed.

As the camera moved, Meng Shi and Jin Shuo finally saw the situation of this person——this person's ankles were chained, and his neck was restrained by a special collar.

"The pasha circumcised me today and stitched my dick up with a needle...he gave me opium to make me obedient."

This opening sentence is spoken in Chinese, standard and fluent Chinese!

Wen Yan obviously heard it too, and he explained: "She is Fu Huan... I can't find any other photos of her, and I don't know what she looks like."

But at least it doesn't look like this.

Fu Huan stared at the camera from his messy hair, as if staring at someone through the lens.

Meng Shi and Jin Shuo suddenly felt their scalps go numb.

I just heard Fu Huan say: "Editor-in-chief, I can't take the initiative to contact you. If you see this video, it will probably be the last video. I know that I am already dead in your eyes, but I am not reconciled, so you should be I climbed back again..."

The picture suddenly dropped, as if the photographer was exhausted physically, but the voice did not stop: "They took advantage of the economic recession in the Middle East countries, and reached an agreement with local arms dealers to plant khat leaves on a large scale to extract khat leaves. |Ketone is used as the main raw material, and synthetic hallucinogens are added to produce new drugs."

"This new type of drug is a hallucinogen by reducing the lethal dose and increasing addiction. Just imitate the concept of LSD and want this thing to enter the market in a legal and acceptable way."

Fu Huan gave a difficult smile, and said, "Isn't it whimsical? Heh~ You have to understand that in the final analysis, the drug trade is a business. Once they succeed, they will face huge temptations of money, and even become a legal industry. Since the development of drugs, they The purpose is not to destroy all human beings, it is... it is money, it is power..."

Jin Shuo subconsciously said, "How is it possible?"

Fu Huan seemed to know the reaction of the other party, and asked sharply: "How is it impossible?! The capitalists in some western countries strongly advocate the legalization of marijuana, air cleaners, toothpaste, drinks, and food. You have no way to estimate the economic benefits that will come!"

"Being another kind of 'caffeine', which is indispensable for people, does not affect health, is addicted all day long, and is controlled by others. Do you know what it can bring? It can bring people in any society and any class of status. Stability... Just like Soma in "Brave New World", it has become a resource to stabilize various classes and maintain social stability! Once this happens, we will suffer a devastating blow."

"This is the real 'sea market'!"

The hairs of Meng Shi and Jin Shuo who were hit by this passage stood up, layer by layer.

Most people do not accept drugs and drugs in their minds, and they know their dangers.

It became an ideology.

However, they want to fundamentally defeat this ideology and make people accept such existence.

This is a huge conspiracy against humanity that promotes the development of the drug chain!

So everything can be explained, no wonder the editor-in-chief didn't dare to announce these to the public, he was afraid that it would hurt... Pasha would have killed Fu Huan's family if he had traveled thousands of miles to China!

The picture was plunged into darkness for a long time, only the voice of Fu Huan's hard struggle was still in his ears, and he gave them blow after blow like piercing bones!

Fu Huan gathered enough strength to open his mouth: "Now, I am addicted to drugs and become a slave... Editor-in-chief, you always scold me, what is news? When I was in school, from the six elements of news to the basic principles of news , to the basic quality of journalists... What is news?"

She asked herself and answered: "The news is to expose, to discover, and to speak out on behalf of a certain group of people! Now that I have discovered it, I must speak out! It is the life and death of the world, and everyone is responsible! It's just," the shooting equipment fell. Falling to the ground, Fu Huan's limbs seemed unable to support her own weight. She lay on the ground and reached for the shooting equipment, as if she was trying to climb from one world to another. She shot from the messy hair, Looking at her editor-in-chief many years ago, looking at Wen Guochao.

Today, looking at Meng Shi and Jin Shuo seems to be provocative and helpless: "Maybe the people we represent in this life will not be the same."

Whoever Fu Huan represents must be exposed and speak out.

Who does his editor-in-chief choose to remain silent and whitewash the peace?

"Stab --" a sound.

Then the four sides were silent, and everything was silent.

Meng Shi and Jin Shuo waited for a long time but did not wait for Fu Huan to speak until the end of the progress bar.

Maybe it was because the air was not circulating and the surrounding air was turbid. Meng Shi and Jin Shuo felt so oppressive for a long time that they couldn't breathe.

Wen Yan took the computer, took out the CD, and said without any ups and downs in his voice: "It's been too long, and most of the pictures and text have been lost."

He put the CD back into the box, handed it to Meng Shi, and looked at him silently.

Meng Shi took the CD and sighed faintly, as if it weighed a thousand catties, and he couldn't digest the information for a long time.

Until they walked out of the village, no one chose to speak. It was completely dark, and the lights in the village were limited. Only Jin Shuo's car parked in the distance was flashing its lights.

The atmosphere was unbelievably oppressive, and no one's mood would be relaxed.

Wen Yan stretched out his hand to open the car door, Jin Shuo stretched out his hand to clamp Wen Yan's wrist, and said suddenly: "Unfortunately, it's still too late."

He seemed to have finally figured it out: "The new drug hallucinogen she mentioned has gained a firm foothold in the Chinese market and is spreading like venom... This is what Wu Xiu said, opening a beautiful new world ?”

Wen Yan stared at Jin Shuo for a while, then separated his fingers one by one, and said, "Should I praise you for being smart?"

"The source is in the distant Middle East, where is the recipe?!"

Wen Yan looked at Jin Shuo's reluctance with some surprise.

Only Meng Shi's eyes flickered, and he even looked at Wen Yan strangely. He watched the silent confrontation behind Wen Yan and the others, and smiled with unknown meaning.