"Why does your head hurt so much?" Du Cai's fans were confused, "The eyelids are so heavy!"

"What the hell am I doing? I don't seem to have a drink during the shoot now?" he felt like his eyelids were stuck with 502 glue, and his stomach was churning.

Accidentally burping, a stream of sour water rushed up, mixed with some other inexplicable unpleasant smells, Du Caige was almost stunned by the taste in his mouth.

What the hell is it? It shouldn't be wine.

At this moment, the mind becomes so strenuous that it is like walking in water, and encounters great resistance.

It's like trying to help my mother sort out the messy yarn when I was a child, but the more I straighten it out, the more messy it becomes.

It was not easy to figure out a clue.

"I'm supposed to be filming a new movie...... That's right, I'm on the set, filming a new film, that big production with an investment of 350 million. ”

"What's going on? right...... I remember it went dark in front of my eyes, and then it seemed like I fell out of the director's chair. So where am I now?"

His eyes finally barely opened a slit, and with the faint light that came in from the unobstructed curtains, Du Caige confirmed that he was not in the hospital.

Reluctantly turned his head to look at the layout of the room, it didn't look like a hotel room.

"I can't be submerged by some woman in the crew, right? Li Min, Liu Yu, and Deng Zhuoyin have always wanted to sleep with me......

Du Caige was startled and immediately wanted to sit up. But he was soft, his body was as if he had just come 7 times, and he didn't have any strength, and the action of "sitting up" was so simple and effortless in normal times, but now it was a little difficult for him.

He reached out and touched the side, but fortunately, it was empty, and there was not a single slick woman.

"No, we have to get out of here! God knows if there's a trap. The filming of the new drama has just started, and the crew can't make scandals. After relaxing for a moment, Du Caige suddenly thought. He actually wanted to lie down and go back to sleep, but the thought lifted him up a little, and he reluctantly rolled over and rolled out of bed.

The cold wooden floor and the pain in his knees made him sober up a little.

Du Caige raised his hand and pinched the tender flesh on the side of his cheek, "No, I can't sleep, hurry up, get out of here!"

At this time, his eyes glanced over the bedside table, on which were two white medicine bottles.

Du Caige reached out and picked it up, and when he shook it gently, it was all empty.

He struggled to keep his eyes open a little wider, trying to read the words on the vial.

Both medicine bottles are in English.

Du Caige's English is actually good, although he only took the sixth level during his graduate school and did not continue to take the exam, but he can also talk and laugh with international friends, attend film festivals and make award declarations in English, and read a few English tomes is no problem.

However, his vision was very blurry, and the light was dim, and he could barely see a few relatively large letters.

One of the pill bottles read: "Clomipramine".

What kind of medicine is this?

He looked at another vial, the most prominent part of the word shorter. “Diazepam”。

Du Caige's head was like a pile of paste flowing now, and he couldn't concentrate on thinking.

He intuitively felt that the names of the two drugs were important, but he just wanted to sleep.

"Huh~lu" Du Caige looked up reflexively, and then realized that he was awakened by his own snoring.

He had just fallen asleep on the cold wooden floor, and he didn't know how long he had been asleep.

No, we have to go.

He looked down and saw that he was wearing only a set of pajamas. There is nothing on the ground.

Looking at the bed again, there was no clothes of his own.

He held on to the bed, struggled to his feet, and breathed a sigh of relief as he walked around to the other end of the bed.

On the ground there were neatly stacked tunics and trousers.

"Doesn't it seem like it's my clothes?" Du Caige thought sluggishly.

But now is not the time to think about that. All kinds of stories of fairy jumping that he had heard before came to his mind, urging him to leave quickly.

"I hope there are no pa......parazzi downstairs," Du muttered, yawning as he slipped into jeans with a hole in his knee amid the sound of the keys.

That's really not my style of dressing...... The Duzer singer awkwardly fastened her belt, rubbed her face vigorously to sober herself up, and then put on a coffee-colored cotton jacket.

"Hey, why are they so thick...... I remember it's still summer, right?" Du Cai thought to himself. Moreover, the clothes and pants fit very well, as if they were tailor-made for themselves.

He stumbled out, fumbling his fingers for a while as he reached the door of the room, and finally pressed a switch and the light came on.

The blinding light made him close his eyes and dodge immediately.

After a while, he finally got used to it, and he reopened his eyes, his vision was still blurry, but he had no problem walking.

But here's the problem...... Why do I walk so swayingly, I feel like I can't control my muscles, and I lose my sense of balance...... There's no smell of alcohol in my mouth.

Du Caige walked to the living room and only glanced at it.

At first glance, it was a very luxuriously decorated living room, but there were no ornaments or pendants, and he couldn't remember where he had seen a similar house.

Whose home is this?

"Is there anyone?" Du Caige shouted vigorously.

But he heard his own voice very little.

It seems to come from far away.

"Is there anyone?" Du Caige shouted again without turning on the lights.

The rest of the room was silent in the darkness.

At this time, if someone really answers, it will be too terrifying, and maybe it will develop into a horror movie scene.

Du Caige thought about it with his sluggish head and decided to leave quickly.

He searched for a long time at the entrance of the door, but could not find his shoes, and finally could only pick out a pair of old brown fur shoes in disgust and put them on, praying that the other party would not have athlete's foot while wearing them.

Surprisingly, though, the shoes fit perfectly. It's as if I've been through it countless times.

Opening the door, Du Caige rushed out, and the public area outside was lit with faint LED lights.

A cold wind came out of nowhere and blew it into Du Caige's unzipped jacket, which made Du Caige shrink from the cold, and he was a little sober.

"Hell, it's summer, why is it so cold?" he quickly zipped up, then closed the door with his backhand, then stumbled over and pressed the elevator button.

When he arrived in the lobby downstairs, Du Caige looked at the surrounding environment and still felt very unfamiliar.

After pushing the door and going out, he looked left and right, and then picked a random direction, walking with one foot deep and one foot shallow, thinking that when he got outside, he would call a taxi back.

When the first round of bright moon, there are a few sparse stars, twinkling and twinking, not beautiful, only lonely.

Du Caige didn't know how to judge the time based on the height of the moon, so he just looked at the surrounding houses, and most of the windows were already out of light.

Either the occupancy rate in this neighborhood is very low, or it is already late at night.

"Damn, it's too cold!" Du Caige found that the white breath he exhaled showed signs of freezing.

The cold air outside irritated his skin, but his head was still a mess, his eyelids were heavy, and he just wanted to lie down on the side of the road and sleep until he was old.