Dong Qiangqiang couldn't understand Swedish, but he understood the other party's gestures.
"I am Dong Qiangqiang, who are you?" There were two plateau red marks on his cheeks, which were the symptoms of alcohol on his face, but Dong Qiangqiang felt that he was not as hot as before. He did not know that it was due to alcohol. The evaporation took away the excess heat in the body, and the damp cold air consumed more of his energy.
"Is this Mr. Dong Qiangqiang? I am Sergeant Eriksson from the Stockholm Police Department." Hearing Dong Qiangqiang answer in English, the other party immediately switched to English, "The search has not made much progress yet, we will redeploy relevant arrangements .If you receive any further information related to the case, please notify us as soon as possible."
Erikson spoke very fast. Dong Qiangqiang drank too much. As soon as the whiskey came back, his head became buzzing and he couldn't understand what the other party was saying. He probably told Du Lan His matter is related. For a moment, he didn't know what he was thinking. He put the phone in front of his mouth and said a sentence in Chinese: "I... don't understand what you are talking about..."
"What did you say?" Erikson was startled when he suddenly heard a foreign language before he reacted. "Please say it again in English."
"I said..." Dong Qiangqiang shouted in English, "Happy New Year to you!" After saying that, he directly pressed down the phone and threw it into his pocket, raised his head and took another sip of wine.
"Look at that young drunkard! Drinking in broad daylight!" A sanitation worker waved his hand at Dong Qiangqiang mockingly and coaxed maliciously, "Drink more! It's best to freeze you to death!"
The elderly sanitation worker who reminded Dong Qiangqiang that his cell phone was ringing clearly had a higher sense of morality. He stopped his colleague from continuing to talk nonsense, and directed the snow plow and salt spreading truck to drive dully to the other direction of the street. .
Dong Qiangqiang couldn't understand the other person's Swedish at all, and he didn't care if he was laughed at by the other person. He grinned and waved the bottle in his hand at the other person. "Happy New Year to all working people!" His voice was drowned in the roar of machines.
He stumbled towards the hotel while holding on to the wall, his blurred eyes sliding over the walls on both sides of the street. The tiny snow particles in the air hurt his cheeks, which also made him sober up.
He was standing at the corner of a crossroads when he realized he was going the wrong way. Before he could find anyone to ask for directions, a fishy smell rose from the bottom of his throat. He clearly felt his stomach contracting, and the desire to vomit was tearing at his gastric nerves. He held his breath and quickly jumped to the side of the road. He held one hand on the wall while swallowing the cold air, trying to fight back the vomiting.
But his attempt failed after all. Large amounts of yellow liquid spurted out from his nose and mouth. He hurriedly covered his mouth with his hands and slowly knelt down on the ground, curling up like a scalded shrimp. The vomit flowed from his fingers to his clothes and dripped to the ground.
"Mom, there is a drunkard there, he seems to be a foreigner..." A childish voice sounded in his ear. He raised his head with difficulty, and happened to see a blond doll staring at him in horror. He forced a smile to show friendliness, but more bile dripped from the corners of his mouth, and his entire face became even more terrifying than before the smile.
Before the doll could make a sound, the doll's mother jumped out with an "ouch" sound, covered the doll's eyes with her hands, scolded Dong Qiangqiang with a lot of incomprehensible words with contempt, and trotted away with the doll. .
Since he didn't eat breakfast, after vomiting bile, Dong Qiangqiang had nothing else to vomit. Except for the fishy smell in his mouth, the nausea and drunkenness disappeared with the vomit.
He moved his body with difficulty and sat up little by little against the wall. When he looked up at the sky, he realized that the sun had been faded by the wind and snow and turned into a pale silver disk.
He stared motionless at the sun for a long time, like a devout prayer, and was not noticed by a passing female patrol officer until an hour later. By this time, his hair, beard and clothes were already covered with snow.
"You will freeze to death like this." The female patrolman rolled down the window and saw clearly that Dong Qiangqiang was a foreigner. She kindly advised, "Go home quickly! Do you know where you live?"
Dong Qiangqiang nodded dullly.
"Get in the car." The female patrol officer opened the door and said, "I'll take you back."
The room was still as hot as ever, and the window Dong Qiangqiang opened wide before going out did not lower the indoor temperature much. Mechanically and dejectedly, he threw his down jacket onto the clean carpet, not caring to take off his shoes, and fell on the bed with a tilt of his head.
After an unknown amount of time, he vaguely heard the sound of the key turning the door lock in his deep sleepiness. Could it be that Du Lan was back so soon? He felt his thoughts drifting out of his body.
Just when he was confused and hesitant to get up, something cold and soft touched his cheek. He subconsciously wanted to reach out to grab it, but as soon as he raised his hand, the cold thing disappeared from his cheek.
What a real dream, he sighed in his heart, or am I already awake? he asked himself softly.
Before he could tell whether it was a dream or reality, his eyelids were roughly opened by the cold thing just now, and then a ray of light shone into his eyes, and the light disappeared again in less than two seconds.
"How dare you drink so much wine before you've recovered from your cold?" Du Lan's accusation contained anger and regret for his misfortune, "You don't want to die?"
"I..." Dong Qiangqiang lay on the bed and tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids seemed to have become extra heavy as if they were soaked in water. He could only squint his eyes, and then he realized that Du Lan didn't turn on the light in the room. While trying to adapt to the light in the room, he defended weakly, "I was wrong."
But even he himself didn't know whether this sentence was an admission of the mistake of drinking or the mistake of blindly trusting Zhou Zhihai.
"How much did you drink?" He heard the sound of empty wine bottles rolling on the ground, "Half a bottle or a full bottle?"
"Just...half the bottle." After Dong Qiangqiang said this, he couldn't help but be glad that his brain woke up before his mouth. "There is still half a bottle spilled on the stairs and corridor."
As he spoke, he sat up on the edge of the bed and turned to look out the window. The world outside had changed while he was sleeping. In the darkness, the pale silver sun had long since disappeared without a trace, and the snowflakes were dancing in the hazy sky. It looked like old newspapers scattered after being torn by the wind. The sound of cars coming and going on the street outside the window could be heard, and occasionally there were a few clear car bells. It seemed that people after a busy day had begun to get off work.
"No wonder the corridor smells like alcohol." Du Lan was sitting at the dining table. Since she was backlit, Dong Qiangqiang could only see her black silhouette but not her face clearly. "Go wash your face. I have something to say. You say it," she ordered.
Dong Qiangqiang stood up obediently, staggered into the bathroom, turned on the medieval-style brass faucet, and hot water with the smell of bleach rushed into his face. Dong Qiangqiang didn't care about being particular, and poured handful after handful of water on his face. Go up and rub it hard.
After washing repeatedly for nearly ten minutes, Dong Qiangqiang felt that he finally woke up.
"Why did you pull my eyelids just now?" He wanted to continue the topic, but he lacked the courage to face his mistakes, so he could only talk about it, "Are you afraid that I will commit suicide?"
"You drink so much, I have to see if you're dead or alive and whether to call an ambulance." Du Lan vented his anger and kicked the empty bottle at his feet far away.
"What's the conclusion?"
"Miniosis is alcohol poisoning. Your pupils are too big to die."
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