"Where did you get this powder from?"
Hearing Xie Lin's question, Han Zhijin refused to answer. "Uncle Xie, you don't need to worry about that. Just tell me what this powder really is."
Xie Lin: "This powder, you've used it before."
Han Zhijin exclaimed in surprise, "Uncle Xie, when have I ever used it? How come I don't know about it?"
"Do you remember last year when you came to me for a physical examination? At that time, I found hallucinogenic residues in your body..." Xie Lin paused, "And the powder you brought today, after using it, would cause the exact same condition as back then."
Hearing this, Han Zhijin's grip on the phone suddenly tightened. "Uncle Xie, you aren't lying to me, are you? Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"
"What do you think?" Xie Lin asked lightly in return.
Han Zhijin didn't speak, but the tips of his fingers holding the phone couldn't help trembling uncontrollably.
