"Where is this?"
Yang Liansheng lay on the bed and looked around. It should be a hospital. There was a ventilator and some incomprehensible equipment beside the bed. There was a wall above his head, and there were blue curtains in the left, right and front three directions, which were pulled up to form a room.
His left hand was handcuffed to the guardrail of the bed, and an infusion tube was tied to his right arm. Looking at the medicine bag above, at least it wasn't a blood bag, it should be glucose or something like that. He guessed that it was all in English and the characters were too small to be seen clearly.
The surroundings are quiet, there should be no one outside the curtain. Something was wrong. Yang Liansheng shook his left hand and felt the tightness of the handcuffs. He looked at the lights on the ceiling and thought about what happened in the past two days.
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Two days ago, his soul had just passed through the time-travel door. He still clearly remembered the person who lit incense and sent them through the door, as well as the time when he floated out of the hospital and was arranged to time-travel.
Yes, he died and was taken to the City God's Temple by the ghost messenger. Then the ghost messenger gave him a chance to avoid waiting in line for reincarnation and let him and another brother come through the crossing gate to be reborn.
After a period of chaos, when he woke up, he found himself lying in a broken tent, covered with a quilt and wearing no clothes. He stood up and unzipped the tent, opened the door curtain, and stuck his head out to take a look at the surrounding environment.
The time should be early morning, the temperature is not high, and the sun has just emerged. The location should be under the viaduct. You can hear the sound of vehicles passing above. There are several similarly tattered tents around, and a few people who look confused are scattered around. Everywhere, white people, Latinos, are they reborn abroad?
After making sure it was temporarily safe, he retreated into the tent, zipped it up, and began to look around him.
There was no sleeping bag, and there was cardboard underneath him, with some newspapers on it, in English, a dirty quilt that was a little torn, and he was wearing a T-shirt, a hoodie, jeans, and a pair of sneakers next to the bed, I guess. The clothes and shoes haven't been washed for a few days, and the smell on my body is not very good. I don't know if it's the smell from the quilt or the smell of not taking a shower for a long time.
There is a red rope wooden bead bracelet on the left wrist. The beads are dark red. There are 12 small beads and a large one in the middle. The beads are engraved with the Chinese character Lian Sheng. The Chinese character Lien is in simplified Chinese. I don’t know what kind of wood it is. It looks like It's been some years and it's all patinated.
Next to the pillow made of cardboard is a badly worn backpack. The straps are pilled and there is a lot of dirt on the backpack. The original color should be black, but now it looks gray and black. Opening the backpack, there was a jacket, a hoodie, two T-shirts, a pair of jeans, several pairs of underwear in the inner pocket of the backpack, and several pairs of socks in the side pockets. None of them looked new. There is a wallet and a flashlight in the outer pocket of the backpack. There is a driver's license in the wallet, a few coupons, and a few currencies. I am not familiar with foreign money. I looked carefully and it should be US dollars. I counted it and it was 23 US dollars. Backpack There are also some coins in the outer pocket.
The driver's license is marked California, and the photo is Chinese, very young, it should be me, there is no mirror, I am not sure, Jimmy Yang, 02/07/1980, I don't know the current date, I will know how old he is after confirming it. The address is Green Street in San Francisco. I don’t know where it is, so it doesn’t make sense at the moment.
After sorting things out, I found no mobile phones, no electronic devices, and no radios. I cut off the way to obtain information from the things around me.
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I've just been reborn, and I still don't feel comfortable with the English name Jimmy yang. The bracelet happens to have the word "Lian Sheng" on it, so I'll use this as my Chinese name first. Yang Liansheng should have inherited the abilities of this body after his rebirth. He is basically proficient in reading English. From the fact that he can understand the information on the driver's license, we can make this judgment. I just don't know if he can read or speak. I am not sure yet. It’s better not to interact with outsiders until it’s safe.
Yang Liansheng packed up his things, lay down and looked at the roof of the tent, thinking about what to do next.
I have an identity. Although he looks like a homeless person, at least he is not a gangster, but I don’t know if he has a criminal record. California appears very frequently in various movies. Although I was a fire fighter in my previous life, I have not retired yet, and I have no chance to go abroad, but from what I have learned about so many movies and online, I am sure that California is prosperous, no matter how little I know about it. You always know Los Angeles, San Francisco, Long Beach, Malibu, and Hollywood. You can always find a suitable industry. You can't always be a homeless person.
In short, go out and get today's newspaper to confirm the time, and then get a map to confirm the location. In addition, you need to find a place to take a shower and change clothes.
Yang Linsheng stood up and unzipped the tent, put on his shoes, picked up his backpack, pulled up the hood of his hoodie and walked out of the tent. He turned back to confirm the color of the tent, then turned and walked towards the gas station in the distance.
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(I hope you don’t mind the slow progress of this book, just calm down and watch it as an American TV series.)
