"Call a car first ." Su Feng touched the pocket of his jacket.
No .
Touched the pocket of his jeans again, and found out a small cell phone.
About to open the Didi app to call for a car, he suddenly realized: Oh, this seems to be a flip phone from a decade ago?
Su Feng was stunned for a moment, then awkwardly opened the flip of the phone with his frozen fingers.
When the light is on, it is a very small color screen, estimated to be less than two inches, and it is very light.
It caused Su Feng to think of his first mobile phone in high school.
Don't think about it, there is definitely no Didi app in this phone.
Su Feng was puzzled.
Who on earth does this suit belong to? Why is there such an old mobile phone in the pocket that should go to the museum?
He felt that he had vaguely grasped a clue.
But when he thought about it carefully, he got a terrible headache, which suddenly distracted him.
After the headache, there was a dizziness, which made him just want to lie down and fall asleep.
No, I can't sleep here.
He closed the phone cover, tucked into his jeans, and continued on the S-shaped route.
After walking around for a while, he didn't know how he got to the gate of the community.
He was relieved to see the sentry box.
However, the security of this community seems to be very strict. The barriers on the sidewalks are the kind that can only be passed by one person at a time and must be swiped.
Du Caige reached out and touched the back waist of his jeans and found a bunch of keys.
Jingle.
Using his frozen fingers, it took him a while to remove the key. He looked carefully for a while with a distorted and blurred vision, but did not find the small access card.
He thought for a while, then hung the key back, touched the pocket of his jeans, and found an card on the left.
When he looked closer, he saw the words "Yuxi International" vaguely.
He tried to swipe the barrier, the green light turned on.
Su Feng immediately pushed aside the barrier and walked out.
He raised his hand, breathed at the palm of his hand, and touched his body again, finally digging out a wallet from the inner pocket of his jacket.
When he opened it, there was an ID card inside. Su Feng took it out and saw it.
He saw that the Id had different name and photo but he was too dizzy to worry about it now . It must belong to someone else.
He inserted the ID card back, and looked at the cash again. There was a thick pile, and the money was too strange .
He has never seen such money .
Although the letter in it was in English and he got to know that there were about 4000 dollar .
Ignoring the strangeness , he just wanted to fall asleep .
Enough to take a taxi.
He observed the environment. The street lights were bleak and the shops on the roadside were basically closed. Only one supper food stall was still lit, but the tables and chairs outside were empty. It is estimated that the stall will be closed soon.
Scrap newspapers and plastic bags were blown by the wind to glide on the empty sidewalk. Apart from him, let alone the figure, there was not even a ghost.
After waiting for two minutes, no vehicles passed by.
Su Feng's dull head was blown by the wind, not only did it not become sharp, but it became more dull.
It took him a long time to understand that this is the small road at the gate of the community, and it is estimated that it is difficult to get a taxi.
First you have to rush to the main road.
But he was unfamiliar with the roads here, so he had to tremble and walk down randomly.
At the beginning, he was a little bit energetic, but soon he felt sore and soft, as if he had used all his strength, and soon drooped his eyelids and dragged his feet.
While walking, he fell into a "fragmented" state from time to time. He just felt that his brain was blank, and he didn't know what he was doing and where he was.
After some time he came back to his senses, understood his situation, and looked at the shop next to him as a reference, and found that he had walked more than ten meters forward.
However, his luck was good. After walking for more than ten minutes, he found a wide road in front of him with vehicles passing by.
Su Feng's spirit was refreshed, and he yawned a few more times, and his original dragging footsteps became lighter.
After finally coming to the side of the main road, Su Feng walked to the edge of the sidewalk, looking forward to a taxi.
After waiting for a while, he couldn't stop the taxi, but he kept falling into a state of fragmentation, his consciousness began to fall apart, and he lost his grasp of time. He didn't know if it was one, two, three, or four minutes, or five, six, seven or eight minutes.
At this time, a police car came slowly from the left.
Su Feng took a look and continued to droop his head, his eyelids were so heavy that he could hardly lift up, and his body staggered unknowingly, almost falling.
The police car stopped in front of him.
Soon the door of the co-pilot opened, and a female policeman walked down. It felt like she was between thirty and thirty-five years old, but he couldn't see how she looked. Su Feng's vision was blurred as if he was heavily drunk.
The female policeman put her right hand on her waist behind her back, and took a flashlight in her left hand and took a look at Su Feng's face.
Du Caige did not raise his hand to block the light. He is no longer sensitive to light now, as he was previously.
If he was really drunk, he would definitely raise his hand to block it.
The female police did not take any further measures. Soon, a policeman walked down from the driver's seat of the police car, a male, who looked to be in his thirties.
He watched Ye Feng carefully for a while, and stretched his right hand back.
Ye Feng's consciousness was blurred, he didn't understand what their actions meant, and didn't know how to react.
The two policemen exchanged glances.
The female policeman said, "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"
The sound is very nice, but it seems to be from the horizon.
Although Su Feng heard it, he felt that he was listening to others in a dream, and he couldn't pay attention to or realize what the other party was saying.
So he just grunted without answering.
"Sir, please look at me."
This sentence somehow entered Su Feng's consciousness again. He raised his head in a daze and looked at the policeman in front of him.
But his consciousness was still very dull, and he could not react properly.
"Sir, did you drink alcohol? Are you drunk?"
Although Su Feng was confused, he instinctively shook his head.
"Sir, sir..."
The boundless darkness finally came up.
He felt that the last trace of strength in his body was taken away, and he couldn't help but fall backward.
...
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 unknowingly glanced twice.
It wasn't until the older fat nurse next to him coughed twice that she withdrew her caring gaze: "Your body is fine now, and you can be discharged at any time. However, I suggest you go to the psychological clinic of our hospital to register... …"
When the nurse finished speaking, Su Feng asked listlessly: "I don't want to go to the psychology clinic. Is there a Transmitter Affairs Administration near your hospital? I want to consult something."
"what?"
"Nothing, just kidding."
At this time, a gentle and intellectual female voice inserted in a timely manner: "You have energy to make a joke. It means that you have almost recovered."
Pushing the door in is a female police officer, about thirty-five years old, with short hair tied back into a very dynamic short ponytail. She has good looks, slightly dark skin and a little rich figure.
Su Feng almost immediately remembered: This should be the one who asked him before he became unconscious.
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