Survival begins with Red Dead Redemption 2

Chapter 9 9, Dach's Sigh and Unstoppable Impulse
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Reverend Swanson, who had fallen unconscious, was carried back to his own bed.

Everyone sang, danced, and laughed.

Before the robbery in Blackwater Town, Pastor Swanson was a little bit distracted. After he came out of Coulter Village, the symptoms of this confusion became more intense.It's not the first time they've seen drunken madness like tonight's, and it's definitely not the last time they've seen each other. People in the gang have long been used to it.

No one noticed that something was wrong with Pastor Swanson, and no one noticed the strange expressions on the faces of Dutch, Arthur, and Hosea.

After waving Arthur and Hosea to disperse, Dach sat next to Dai Pingan with a bottle of wine.Also looking at the laughing crowd, Daqi's eyes did not have the indifference and depression of Dai Pingan, but were more composed and calm.

"Can I still smoke?"

Dutch offered him a cigarette, Millicent, high-end.

Dai Pingan took the cigarette.

The two sparks lit up one by one, and then dimmed. Amidst the smog, Dach's voice was surprisingly calm:
"How did you know?"

"Ever heard of opium?"

Without rushing to answer, Dai Ping'an seemed to have remembered many things.

Those are just a few words and pictures in the book, but what they record is a bloody history and an indelible humiliation:
In [-], Humen Beach, boiling lime water;

In 47, outside the Pearl River Estuary, there were [-] British warships showing off their might;

And in [-], a treaty was signed on board the Kang Huali on the Xiaguan River;
And then [-]!

One Eight 1960!

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……

[-]!
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Until
[-]!

How many people have sacrificed one after another, how many people have sacrificed in obscurity, how many people have exchanged blood, tears and sweat for today's innocent and clean world!
Even now, there are still people who continue to work hard to guard this innocence and cleanliness.

But there are always a small group of scumbags who want to tarnish this innocence and cleanliness for the sake of profit and for some shameful reasons. Some people even use the name of "civilization" to refer to the shit system of some "free" countries and want to Defend these scumbags!
"Ho-bah!"

Dai Pingan spit thick phlegm on the ground.

"The British sold us a lot, the French also sold a lot, and of course, you Americans. You even went to war to ensure that the sales went smoothly, twice!"

"Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, the pain and lessons it brings are deeply engraved in our bones. We must not forget it, and no one dares to forget it!"

"Is there still time?"

Foreigners also smoke opium, and the United States also has opium dens.

Dach has seen those people's desire to die, and also seen those people's pain and wailing. Now that he thinks about it, Pastor Swanson's symptoms these days are exactly the same as those people's performance.

"That's too late!"

Dai Pingan shook his head and sighed:

"That thing is ten times more powerful than opium, not to mention the reaction, Pastor Swanson's medication is not a matter of a day or two, and it is already too late."

Dach's hand trembled, a piece of soot fell off, and the pale white fragments fell all over the floor.He took a deep breath of the cigarette, and in the calmness of the past, there was a trace of undetectable panic.

Dach is not blind, let alone a fool.

During the treatment, he saw Dai Pingan's strong resistance to painkillers; during the drugstore robbery, Dai Pingan's disgust for the room full of "heroines" was so strong that it could not be hidden and suppressed.

At that moment, Dach thought of Pastor Swanson. After all, it was an open secret that he was pocketing gang drugs, especially "heroine" painkillers. However, due to his status as a doctor, no one Just to expose it.

Back at the camp, he took Hosea and Arthur to the priest.At the beginning, the communication was normal, but as the conversation got longer, the abnormal symptoms of Pastor Swanson began to emerge step by step.

With the last chance, Dutch took the painkiller that Pastor Swanson hid in the Bible.He hoped that this old man who had been with him for a long time was just drunk tonight, but when Pastor Swanson learned that the reason why he could not continue taking the medicine might be related to Dai Pingan, the wine bottle he threw out crazily broke Dutch van der Linn's last fluke.

Pastor Swanson seemed irreparable, but what made Dutch anxious was that Pastor Orville Swanson was not the only one who used and continued to use "heroines" in the camp!

"Is there any other way? I don't want to give up on him..."

Dai Pingan shook his head, but didn't answer. He knew something, but he was not a god, and he couldn't do everything.

"one question!"

Dach extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, sparks flew everywhere:
"As you said before, Mr. Death, one piece of gold, one question. I can ask three questions in total. Today, I want to ask the first question. Is there any way to save it?"

Dach became serious. In his magnetic voice, there was a bit of seriousness in his calmness, but Dai Ping'an was really helpless.

"..."

The two were silent. Compared with the joyful crowd in front, this place seemed to be another world.

"Thomas Downs! Mr. Death, Thomas Downs!"

After a long time, Dach started to say something else: "You took over the debts owed by his family..."

"He saved my life."

"I know, Mr. Death, you've said this before. You also took money from me to take care of his family..."

"And those Indians, Mr. Death, Hosea has dealt with them before, and the howling of wolves is a means of communication for them at night. You gave all the medicine we snatched from Valentine to the Indians! "

"They helped me too..."

"I know, Mr. Death, of course I know this, this is your style, isn't it, Mr. Death..." Dach looked at Dai Pingan with a special look: "

Thomas Downs saved you, you covered his debts, took care of his family, even beat a doctor to death for him, I saw it all.

The Indians, as you said, they also helped you, and you worked tirelessly to find medicines for them. I have also seen this.

But what about us?Mister Death, what about us?

Micah saved you, uh-he, he was a jerk!But even then you gave him gold!

What about us?

Mister Death!

We gave you food, drink, and a place to live!We forgive other people's debts for you!We helped you rob the town drug store!We also help you kill people!

We helped you too!What about you?

That's right, you promised to take us out tomorrow to find gold, gold worth a lot of money!Can go so far!Mister Death, so far!We only saw one coin on you!Penny! "

Dach van der Lin stated that Dai Ping'an always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.At this time, Dutch finally stated his final purpose:

"Now, Mister Death, I just want to know one question, a question that I hope can be fulfilled in advance. Mister Death, is there really no other way?"

Dai Ping'an compromised, although he felt something was wrong, but Daqi's words had already cornered him, and there was no way to retreat.He thought for a while, and finally came up with the answer:
"'Heroine' is a drug that takes a toll on the body!"

Dai Pingan thought of his previous guess about Arthur's tragic fate:
"It can indeed relieve pain, especially when the body is seriously injured, and it can indeed save a life. But its dosage needs to be accurately calculated and grasped. If it is only used for pain relief, it is easy to cause huge damage to the body. , no irreparable damage.

Even if the wound heals in the future, the inside of the human body is already broken, and a small problem before may deteriorate into an incurable disease.

Naturally, this person won't live long! "

After hearing Dai Ping'an's words, Dach frowned.

"If you don't take it much or for a short time, is there a way to quit?"

"There are, but there are very few successful examples. I have only heard of them, but have not really seen them."

Dai Pingan didn't think too much, and continued:

"This drug is easy to repeat. If you want to really quit it, you need a very strong willpower. But fortunately, Pastor Swanson doesn't know the horror of the drug 'Heroine', and he doesn't know how uncomfortable it is." Where is the root of.

We can numb him with alcohol or other things, and reduce the amount of medicine he takes every day without letting him notice. This time will be very long and difficult.

Maybe!Note, I said maybe!

After going through this long torture, one day in the future, the priest may successfully escape its control. "

"Then what if the drug is stopped directly? Can the time be faster?"

"It should be possible, but it will be very painful, and it will be a severe test for the body. I am worried that Pastor Swanson's body may not be able to survive..."

For a moment, the last tragedy of those opium smokers appeared in front of Dach's eyes one after another, and it took him a while to recover.

"Thank you, Mister Death, thank you very much, thank you for saving poor Swanson. He's one of us, and I'm not giving him up!

Until then, though, I want you to keep this a secret, and never mention the 'heroine' thing to anyone again. "

After getting an affirmative answer, Dach handed the wine he brought to Dai Pingan. It was a typical bottle of classic Fenton Tennessee corn whiskey, which was Dach's personal collection, and he was always reluctant to drink it.

Afterwards, Dach bid farewell to Dai Pingan, said hello to the happy crowd, and walked to his own tent alone. Tonight, his lover, his lover, Molly O'Shea was still waiting there with him.

Maybe it was because he drank too much wine tonight. The moment he walked into the tent, Dach staggered a little:
"Molly..."

It was Dach's sigh.

(End of this chapter)