Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Chapter 617 617. Scarlet Christmas (20) (Volume 1 Final Chapter)

Dong Qiangqiang couldn't understand Swedish, but he understood the other party's gestures.

"I'm Dong Qiangqiang, who are you?" There were two plateau red marks on his cheeks, which was the expression of alcohol on his face, but Dong Qiangqiang felt that he was not as hot as before. He didn't know it was alcohol. The volatilization took away the excess heat in his body, and the clammy cold consumed more of his energy.

"Is it Mr. Dong Qiangqiang? I am Sergeant Ericsson of 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 the relevant arrangements If you receive any information related to the case, please notify us as soon as possible."

Eriksson's speech was extremely fast, Dong Qiangqiang drank too much wine, his head became buzzing as soon as the stamina of the whiskey reversed, and he couldn't understand what the other party was saying at all, probably because he told Du Lan about him.For a moment, he didn't know what he was thinking, put the phone in front of his mouth, and a Chinese sentence came out directly: "I... don't understand what you are talking about..."

"What did you say?" Eriksson, who suddenly heard the foreign language, froze for a moment before realizing, "Please say it again in English."

"I said..." Dong Qiangqiang yelled loudly in English, "Happy New Year to you!" After speaking, he directly pressed the phone and threw it into his pocket, and raised his head to take another big sip of wine.

"Look at that young drunk! Drink in broad daylight!" A sanitation worker mocked and waved at Dong Qiangqiang, coaxing, "Drink more! You'd better freeze to death!"

The elderly sanitation worker who reminded Dong Qiangqiang that his cell phone was ringing obviously had a higher sense of morality. He stopped his colleague from continuing to talk nonsense, and directed the snowplow and salt truck to drive in the other direction of the street in a dull manner. .

Dong Qiangqiang couldn't understand the other party's Swedish at all, and he didn't care whether he was being laughed at by the other party. He grinned and waved the wine bottle in his hand at the other party. "Happy New Year to all working people!" His voice was drowned out by the roar of machines.

He leaned on the wall and stumbled towards the direction of the hotel. His blurred eyes slid across the walls on both sides of the street. The tiny snow particles in the air hurt his cheeks and made him wake up a lot.

He was standing at the corner of a crossroads when he found himself going the wrong way.Before he could find someone to ask for directions, a stench surged up from the bottom of his throat.He clearly felt his stomach contracting, and the desire to vomit was tearing at his stomach nerves.Holding his breath, he quickly jumped to the side of the road, leaning on the wall with one hand while swallowing cold air, trying to fight back the vomiting.

But his attempt failed after all, a large piece of yellow liquid sprayed out from his nasal cavity and mouth, he hurriedly covered his mouth with his hands, and at the same time slowly knelt down on the ground, as if his body was curled up by a boiled shrimp, And the vomit flowed down his fingers to his clothes and dripped to the ground.

"Mom, there's a drunk, who seems to be a foreigner..." A childish voice rang in his ears, and he raised his head with difficulty, just in time to meet a blond doll staring at him in horror.He forced a smile to show friendliness, but more bile trickled down the corner of his mouth, and his whole face became more terrifying than before the smile.

Before the doll could make a sound, the doll's mother jumped out with an "aww", covered the doll's eyes with her hands, scolded Dong Qiangqiang with a bunch of incomprehensible words, and trotted away with the doll up.

Since he didn't eat breakfast, Dong Qiangqiang had nothing else to vomit after vomiting his bile.In addition to 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 disc.

He stared at the sun for a long time without moving, like a pious prayer, and was not noticed by the passing female patrol until an hour later, when his hair, beard and clothes were covered with snow.

"You will freeze to death like this." The female patrolman rolled down the window and saw that Dong Qiangqiang was a foreigner. She kindly persuaded, "Hurry up and go home! Do you know where you live?"

Dong Qiangqiang nodded dully.

"Get in the car." The female patrol officer opened the door, "I'll take you back."

The room was still as hot and dry as ever, and Dong Qiangqiang's wide open windows did not lower the temperature in the room much.Mechanically and dejectedly, he flung the down jacket onto the clean carpet, and without taking off his shoes, he tilted his head and fell on the bed.

After an unknown amount of time, he vaguely heard the sound of the key turning the door lock in his deep drowsiness. Could it be that Du Lan came back so soon?He felt his thoughts drifting out of his body.

Just when he was dazed and hesitant to get up, something cold and soft touched his cheek, and he subconsciously wanted to reach out to grab it, but as soon as he lifted 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 was allowed to distinguish whether it was a dream or reality, his two eyelids were roughly lifted by the cold thing just now, and then a ray of light shone into the two fundus, and the light disappeared in less than two seconds.

"How dare you drink so much wine before you have a cold?" Du Lan blamed him with sorrow and anger, "You want to die?"

"I..." Dong Qiangqiang lay on the bed and tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids seemed to be heavy with water-soaked towels.He could only narrow his eyes, only to realize that Du Lan hadn't turned on the light in the room.As he struggled to adjust to the light in the room, he pleaded feebly, "I was wrong."

But even he himself didn't know whether this sentence was an admission of a mistake of drinking or a mistake of blindly trusting Zhou Zhihai.

"How much did you drink?" She heard the sound of empty wine bottles rolling on the ground, "Half a bottle or a bottle?"

"Just... half a bottle." After Dong Qiangqiang finished speaking, he couldn't help but rejoice that his brain woke up before his mouth, "There is still half a bottle spilled on the stairs and corridors."

While talking, he propped himself up on the edge of the bed and sat up. He turned his head and looked out the window. The outside world had changed while he was sleeping. In the darkness, the pale silver sun had long since disappeared without a trace, and snowflakes danced wildly in the hazy sky. It looked like old newspapers were blown to pieces by the wind and scattered. There were sounds of cars coming and going on the street outside the window, and occasionally there were a few crisp car bells. It seemed that people who had been busy all day had already started to get off work.

"No wonder the corridor is full of alcohol." Du Lan sat at the dining table, and because she was backlit, Dong Qiangqiang could only see her black silhouette but could not see her face clearly, "Go and wash your face, I have something to say to you." Say it," she ordered.

Dong Qiangqiang stood up obediently, staggered into the bathroom, unscrewed the medieval-style brass faucet, and hot water with the smell of bleach rushed to his face. Dong Qiangqiang didn't care about it, and poured the water on his face one after another On, rubbed vigorously.

After washing repeatedly for nearly 10 minutes, Dong Qiangqiang felt that he finally woke up.

"Why did you pull my eyelids just now?" He wanted to continue talking about the topic just now, but he lacked the courage to face his mistakes, so he could only talk about him, "Are you afraid that I will commit suicide?"

"You drink so much, I have to see if I'm dead or alive, should I call an ambulance?" Du Lan kicked the empty bottle at his feet far away as if venting his anger.

"What about the conclusion?"

"Mydriasis is alcoholism. Your pupils are so dilated that you can't die."

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