"Let's call a car first, call a Didi car. Du Caige touched the pocket of his jacket, no.

I felt in the pocket of my jeans again and pulled out a small mobile phone.

Just as he was about to open the Didi app to call a car, he suddenly realized: Oops, this seems to be a flip phone more than ten years ago?

Du Caige was stunned for a moment, and clumsily opened the flip cover of the phone with his frozen fingers.

The shimmer lights up, and the eye catches the eye is a very small color screen, estimated to be less than two inches, and it is full of grain.

It reminded Du Caige of his first mobile phone in high school.

Don't think about it, there must be no Didi app in this kind of mobile phone.

Du Caige was puzzled.

Who is the outfit and why is there such an old phone in his pocket that should go into the museum?

He felt like he had a vague clue.

But when he thought about it carefully, he had a terrible headache and suddenly distracted him.

The headache was followed by a feeling of dizziness that made him just want to lie down and fall asleep.

No, you can't sleep here.

He closed the phone cover, tucked his jeans in, and continued on the S-shaped route.

After going around for a while, he didn't know how he got to the gate of the community.

Seeing the sentry box made him breathe a sigh of relief.

But the security of this community seems to be very strict, and the sidewalk gate is the kind that only one person can pass through at a time, and the card must be swiped.

Du Caige reached out and touched the back of his jeans and found a bunch of keys.

Jingle sounds.

With his frozen fingers, it took him some effort to remove the key, and his distorted and blurred vision looked carefully for a while, but he couldn't find the small access card.

He thought about it, hung the key back again, felt the pocket of his jeans, and found an IC card on the left.

When I got closer, I vaguely saw that it said "Yuxi International".

He tried to brush the barrier, and the green light came on.

Du Caige immediately pushed open the barrier and walked out.

He raised his hand, sighed into his palm, and touched his body again, eventually digging a wallet out of the inner pocket of his jacket.

When I opened it, there was an ID card inside, and Du Caige took out a section and saw his avatar.

Although it is a little strange why his ID card is in a strange wallet, there are too many strange things happening tonight, and he just wants to take a taxi now, return to the hotel where the crew is staying, sleep with his head covered, wake up refreshed and clear-headed, and then try to figure out what happened with his clever brain.

He inserted his ID card back and looked at the cash again, it was a thick stack, about one, two, three or four thousand.

Enough for a taxi.

He observed the environment, the street lights were bleak, the shops on the side of the road were basically closed, only the night food stall was still lit, but the tables and chairs placed outside were empty, and it was estimated that the stalls would be closed soon.

Discarded newspapers and plastic bags were blown by the wind and glided across the empty sidewalks, not a single human figure except him, not even a ghost.

After waiting for two minutes, I didn't see a vehicle passing by.

Du Caige's already sluggish head was blown by the wind, not only did it not become sharp, but it became even more sluggish.

It took him a long time to figure out that this is the path at the entrance of the community, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to get a taxi.

First of all, you have to get to the main road.

But Du Caige was very unfamiliar with the road here, so he had to tremble and find a direction to go down.

At first, I was still a little energetic, but soon I felt that my body was sour and soft, as if I had been drained of all my strength, and soon drooped my eyelids and dragged my feet.

While walking, Du Caige fell into a state of "fragmentation" from time to time. It's just that I suddenly feel like my brain is blank, and I don't know what I'm doing or where I am.

Then he came back to his senses, understood his situation, and then looked at the store next to him as a reference, and found that he had walked more than ten meters forward.

However, his luck was good, and after walking for ten minutes, he found a wide road in front of him, with vehicles coming and going.

Du Caige perked up, yawned a few more times in succession, and the steps that he had originally dragged were a little brisker.

Finally coming to the side of the road, Du Caige walked to the edge of the sidewalk, expecting a taxi to come immediately.

After waiting for a while, the taxi didn't wait, but he kept falling into a state of fragmentation, his consciousness began to drift, and he lost his grasp of time. I don't know if one, two, three, or four minutes have passed, or five, six, seven, or eight minutes.

At this time, a police car slowly drove up from the left.

Du Caige glanced at it, continued to droop his head, his eyelids were so heavy that he could barely lift them, and his body staggered unconsciously, almost falling.

The police car stopped in front of him.

Soon the co-pilot's door opened, and a female policeman walked down, giving the impression that she was between thirty and thirty-five years old, but her specific appearance was not clear, and Du Caige's vision was already blurred as if she was suffering from severe alcohol poisoning.

The female policeman put her right hand on her waist behind her back, and held a flashlight in her left hand to shine a light on Du Caige's face.

Du Caige did not raise his hand to block the light. He was now insensitive to light, sluggish as if he were eighty years old.

If he was really drunk, he would definitely raise his hand to block it.

The female policeman did not take any further action, and soon a policeman, male, who appeared to be in his thirties, stepped out of the driver's seat of the police car.

He looked at Du Caige carefully for a while, and his right hand was also stretched out behind his waist.

Du Caige's consciousness was already blurred, and he didn't understand what their movements meant, and he didn't know how to react.

The two policemen exchanged a look.

The female policeman said, "This gentleman, is there anything I can help you with?"

The sound is beautiful, but it is so far away that it seems to come from the horizon.

Although Du Caige heard it, he felt that he was listening to others in a dream, and he couldn't pay attention to or realize the content of the other party's words.

So he just snorted and didn't answer.

"Please look at me, sir. ”

Somehow, this sentence entered Du Caige's consciousness again, and he raised his head slightly in a daze, looking at the police in front of him.

But his consciousness was still very sluggish and he was unable to respond appropriately.

"Sir, have you been drinking?

Although Du Caige was confused, he still shook his head instinctively.

"Sir, sir......"

Boundless darkness finally came up.

Du Caige felt that the last bit of strength in his body had been drained, and he couldn't help himself, and fell backwards.

......

The little nurse stared at the thermometer for a few seconds: "36 degrees 8, normal." ”

She put away the thermometer, looked at Du Caige, and unconsciously looked at it twice.

It wasn't until the older fat nurse next to her coughed twice that she withdrew her pink loving gaze: "Your body is fine now, and you can be discharged from the hospital at any time." However, it is recommended that you go to the psychological clinic of our hospital to register for a number......"

After she finished speaking, Du Caige asked listlessly: "I don't want to go to the psychological clinic, is there a traverser affairs bureau near your hospital? ”

"What?"

"Nothing, just kidding. ”

At this time, a gentle and intellectual female voice interjected at the right time: "If you have the energy to joke, it means that you have almost recovered." ”

Pushing through the door was a female policeman, about thirty-five years old, with short hair tied back into a short and energetic ponytail. She has a good appearance, slightly dark skin, and a somewhat rich figure.

Du Caige almost immediately remembered: This should be the one he asked himself before he fell into a coma.