Chapter 243 Greed

Chen Zhou smelled something unusual in the air, and he immediately looked towards the room. When the other people in the room saw him looking at them, they looked evasive and fanned the air with their hands, trying to drive out the turbid air.

Chen Zhou has smelled this smell before.

And this strange smell was like a fuse, with half of its head sticking out of his chest.

He asked, "What are you smoking here?"

He saw the suspicious banned items on the ground.

Zhou Shiran didn't expect him to ask, so he quickly stopped him and whispered, "Brothers, it's just for fun, it's not too much."

What they had just gathered there for? The result was self-evident.

Some people in the room had extremely unnatural expressions, as if they were afraid that Chen Zhou would find out.

But Chen Zhou asked: "Anything else?"

Zhou Shiran was very surprised when he heard his words. Not surprised, but stunned, with an expression that showed he had no idea what he was talking about.

In fact, when Chen Zhou said that, there was a bit of surprise on his face. He thought that this thing was not addictive for him, but who knew that the taste was a bit unbearable for him.

He even thought to himself that it was just one or two times and shouldn't be a big deal.

He thought so in his heart.

Zhou Shiran asked: "Azhou, you mean... you want to play?

Chen Zhou touched his nose and said in a low voice: "It's a bit addictive."

In an instant, Zhou Shiran's gaze towards Chen Zhou became meaningful, a meaning only he understood.

He was watching a living person gradually walking towards an abyss, and this person was from the Shen family.

In fact, he and Chen Zhou didn't really have much hatred, so he had no reason to harm him. On the contrary, apart from his deliberate catering to him, he actually had a very similar personality to him.

Things had come to this point, and he was somewhat hesitant and wanted to retreat.

So, he said, "Let's not play this anymore. You know, it's not very useful."

He tried to stop him.

But Chen Zhou felt very uncomfortable. He couldn't tell where the discomfort came from. He just felt like ants were biting his body. He didn't know if it was because of the rashes.

After Zhou Shiran finished speaking, he remained silent and walked towards the sofa not far away. When she sank into the sofa, he closed his eyes, and the strangeness in him became more and more obvious. He frowned and said in a muffled voice, "It's okay, just give me a little. I might have a cold and feel a little uncomfortable."

Everyone around him looked at him, and after seeing his condition, they all looked at each other, not knowing what was going on with him.

Zhou Shiran was naturally standing there, looking at Chen Zhou.

After observing his condition for a few seconds, he walked over and said with concern, "Brother, are you really okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Chen Zhou's hand fell on his forehead, his voice still hoarse: "It's okay, just give me some."

He repeated his request. He had already said it twice, and it seemed a little wrong for Zhou Shiran not to give it to him. At this time, Tan Yan came up and whispered, "Brother Zhou."

That question was naturally to ask Zhou Shiran's opinion.

Zhou Shiran knew very well that he could not be too soft-hearted.

After all, he is a young master, a gangster with nothing, he needs money... He needs money to survive in this world.

When he thought of this, the expression in his eyes became much more sinister. He seemed to have made some kind of decision. He looked at Tan Yan beside him, raised his chin, and signaled Tan Yan to do as Chen Zhou asked.

Seeing his expression, Tan Yan nodded immediately, and he swept another little brother.

When the younger brother saw his gaze, he searched out the hidden thing and brought it to Chen Zhou.

Chen Zhou opened his eyes, and after seeing the thing, a strange light burst out in his eyes. He reached out to take those things, and then operated them with quite skillful movements.

Everyone in the room was looking at Chen Zhou.

Zhou Shiran and Tan Yan on the side were also staring at his slightly hurried movements. The moment the thing was inhaled into his lungs, he tilted his head back on the sofa, his expression showing an indescribable state of comfort, as if he was floating in ecstasy.

Of course, Chen Zhou really felt light-headed at this moment. The uncomfortable feeling on his skin seemed to disappear at this moment. The feeling of ants gnawing also suddenly disappeared. His depressed heart even became much more open.

He just felt that even his scalp was pleasant and trembling.

When Zhou Shiran saw him leaning back and not moving at all, he felt a little worried and walked over to take a look at the weight. He found that it was quite heavy. His hand fell on Shen Zhou's shoulder and he whispered, "Brother, are you okay?"

Shen Zhou, who was leaning on the ground, said nothing.

Zhou Shiran patted his shoulder again: "Chen Zhou? Are you okay?"

At this moment, Chen Zhou opened his eyes, and his gaze drifted to Zhou Shiran's face. He saw Zhou Shiran's worried face, and he whispered, "I'm fine."

Then he added, "It's much more comfortable."

"Much more comfortable?"

"Well, this is really good stuff."

Zhou Shiran laughed instantly when he heard his words. He reminded him, "Don't be greedy for good things. You know the power and consequences of this stuff. I'm reminding you this as a brother."

How could Chen Zhou not know the power of this thing? But it seemed that only this thing could relieve the discomfort he was feeling.

He lowered his voice: "I know."

Seeing that he was still thinking clearly, Zhou Shiran knew that the problem was not serious at the moment. Because he was afraid of being investigated, he immediately asked his younger brother to put away all the tools.

Afterwards, all traces of that thing in the room were cleaned up.

And the sunken boat leaning there has always been reminiscing.

After all, the effect of the medicine is still lasting.

He just used a lot, so the effect will last for a long time.

After he almost came to his senses, the box became lively again.

Chen Zhou naturally continued to play cards and smoke with them.

Chen Zhou thought the rash on his body should heal. After all, after the thing went down, the rash was still there, but the feeling of ants gnawing on his skin was gone.

But who knew that when he was having fun with Zhou Shiran and the others until late at night, that feeling would surge onto his skin again, even stronger than before.

Chen Zhou gradually felt that something was wrong.

After drinking a large bottle of wine with Zhou Shiran and others, he went to the bathroom. He stared at the increasingly obvious rash on his arm.