The girl in short shorts was stunned, and I grabbed the bottle and poured it myself.
One cup, two cups, three or four cups, five cups, six cups, seven or eight cups.
I smoked nearly two bottles in one breath, laughed loudly, grabbed the microphone and howled twice, then got up and left. The bald man's eyes changed when he looked at me, and Mi'er even covered her mouth and said nothing, probably
Think I'm a psycho.
Drinking is a bad thing. When you drink foreign wine, it is like soda. Who knows the backlash, but it is still very powerful.
Feeling dizzy, I saw that the people around me all had three legs and two heads, walking sideways like crabs.
The disco people are even scarier. To me, those people look like soft noodles with no bones, twisting around on the dance floor.
I patted my face hard, took one step at a time, and walked out of the time tunnel.
My last memory is of falling into a lot of oranges, lots and lots of them, and then I have no memory.
....
When I woke up this time, I had a terrible headache. When I opened my eyes, I saw a white roof.
I sat up from the recliner, yawned, and turned to look around.
The next second, my face turned pale!
Damn it, what idiot sent me to the police station!
One of my shoes is also missing, only one shoe is left!
The clock hanging on the wall says it's about 8 o'clock in the morning.
From time to time, people pass by the corridor with document bags, and there are also a few people wearing blue uniforms with epaulettes.
My heart was pounding wildly, like a deer bumping into each other.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to me, I held my shoes and walked out barefoot without saying a word, lowering my head.
"Hey, are you awake?"
I looked back and saw a young policewoman holding a thick stack of paper in her arms. She might be a clerk or something.
"I'm sorry for causing you trouble. I'm fine. I'm leaving now."
"You can't leave yet. You don't have a phone or ID card, and I don't even know your name. According to the procedure, we have to make a simple record."
"Officer, did I hit someone while drunk and cause trouble?"
"No, it's just that you slept on the fruit stall and couldn't get up. It didn't cause any actual damage."
"Then there shouldn't be a need to keep a record, right? I haven't committed a crime." I said with a guilty conscience.
The other party shook his head and said: "It's not a transcript, it's a record. A transcript is different from a record. It's very simple. It only takes a few minutes. Come with me."
I was very reluctant in my heart, but I didn't dare to show it on the surface. I had been to the Chaoyang Police Station once before because of a fight in a bar, so I had some experience.
When you come in here, don't say anything, talk less, that's all.
"Wait a moment. Sit here for a few minutes. Someone will come over and take notes for you in a few minutes."
"Okay, okay, you're busy."
After people left, I was ready to find an opportunity to run away.
The recording room was next to the temporary prison cell, and I saw a short-haired young man being locked up inside.
Why is it him?
Isn't this younger brother Ma Fengfeng? What's his name Ma... Ma Jieyuan?
"Hey! Hey! Brother!"
He saw me standing outside, through the iron railing, and waved to me vigorously.
"What?"
He looked around and asked me: "Brother, are you out of cigarettes? Give me two."
"No." I said with a cold face.
He became anxious, glared and said, "Why are you so stingy? I'll pay you back when you get out, hurry up!"
I said I really didn’t. (Actually I did)
"Forget it, damn it," he frowned and said, "I don't know what happened this time. My sister hasn't come to see me for three days. Do me a favor and go find my sister. She's on the street.
There are dyed chickens for sale, very easy to find.”
I looked weird and didn't know how to answer his question.
