Chapter 1 Where am I? What am I doing?

Chapter 1 Where am I? What am I doing?

"Why does the head hurt so much?" Du Caige was confused, "The eyelids are so heavy!"

"What the hell am I doing? I don't seem to be drinking a bar during filming now?" He felt as if his eyelids were stuck with 502 glue, and his stomach was tumbling.

Accidentally burped, a stream of acid water rushed up, mixed with other inexplicable unpleasant odors, Du Caige almost fainted by the smell in his mouth.

What is it? Shouldn't be wine.

At this moment, thinking becomes so strenuous, like walking in water, and encounters great resistance.

It's like trying to help my mother sort out the messy yarn when I was a child, and the result is more and more messy.

It was hard to come up with an idea.

"I should be filming a new movie... That's right, I'm on the set, shooting a new movie, that big production with an investment of 350 million."

"What's going on? By the way... I remember it was dark, and then it seemed like I fell off the director's chair. Where am I now?"

His eyes finally opened a crack, and with a faint light coming in from the unobstructed curtain, Du Caige confirmed that he was not in the hospital.

Reluctantly turned his head to look at the room layout, it didn't look like a hotel room.

"Could I be sneaked by some woman in the crew? Li Min, Liu Yu, and Deng Zhuoyin have always wanted to sleep with me..."

Du Caige was startled and wanted to sit up immediately. However, his whole body was limp, his body was so weak as if he had just been here 7 times, and he had no strength at all. The action of "sit up" was so simple and effortless in normal times, but now it was a little bit stumbling for him.

He reached out and touched it. Fortunately, it was empty, and there was no naked woman.

"No, you have to leave quickly! God knows if there are any traps. The filming of the new drama has just started, so the crew can't make any scandals." Du Caige thought suddenly after slack for a while. He actually wanted to lie down and go back to sleep, but the thought cheered him up a little, and he forced himself to roll over and get out of bed.

The cold wooden floor and the pain in his knees woke him up a little.

Du Caige raised his hand and pinched the tender flesh on the side of his cheek, "No, I can't sleep, hurry up and get out of here!"

At this moment, his eyes glanced at the bedside table, where there were two white medicine bottles.

Du Caige reached out and picked it up, and with a slight shake, it was all empty.

He struggled to open his eyes a little wider, trying to read the words on the medicine bottle.

Both medicine bottles are in English.

Du Caige's English is actually pretty good. Although he only took CET 6 during his postgraduate studies and didn't continue to take the exam, he can also chat and laugh with international friends, attend film festivals to publish award announcements in English, and read a few tomes in English. No problem.

However, his vision was very blurry at this time, and the light was very dim, and he could barely see a few relatively large letters.

A medicine bottle reads: "Clomipramine".

What kind of medicine is this?

He looked at another bottle again, and the words in the most prominent part were shorter. "Diazepam".

Du Caige's head is now like a pile of paste flowing, unable to concentrate on thinking.

He intuited that these two drug names were important, but he just wanted to sleep.

"Hulu" Du Caige raised his head reflexively, and then realized that he was awakened by his own snoring.

He fell asleep sitting on the cold wooden floor just now, and he didn't know how long he had been asleep.

No, you have to leave quickly.

He looked down and saw that he was only wearing a set of pajamas. There is nothing on the ground.

Looking at the bed again, there is no clothes of his own.

He supported the bed, stood up with difficulty, and walked around to the other end of the bed one step at a time, heaving a sigh of relief.

There were neatly stacked coats and trousers on the ground.

"It doesn't seem to be my clothes?" Du Caige thought dully.

But now is not the time to think about that. All kinds of fairy jumping stories he had heard came to his mind, urging him to leave quickly.

"I hope there are no paparazzi downstairs..." Du Caige muttered, yawning while wearing jeans with a ripped knee at the sound of the keys.

This is really not my style of dressing... Du Caising pointed out that he fastened the belt awkwardly, rubbed his face vigorously to wake himself up a little, and then put on a brown cotton jacket.

"Hey, why are they so thick... I remember it was still summer, right?" Du Caige thought to himself. Moreover, the clothes and pants fit very well, as if they were tailor-made for themselves.

He stumbled out, and when he reached the door of the room, he fumbled with his fingers for a while, and finally pressed a switch, and the light came on.

The dazzling light made him immediately close his eyes and dodge.

After a while, he finally got used to it. He reopened his eyes, his vision was still blurry, but he had no problem walking.

But the question is... why is walking so swaying, I feel like I can't control my muscles and lose my sense of balance... There is clearly no alcohol in my mouth.

Du Caige walked to the living room and only glanced at it.

At first glance, this is a very luxuriously decorated living room, but there are no ornaments and pendants. He really can't remember where he has seen a similar house.

Whose home is this?

"Anyone?" Du Caige shouted forcefully.

But he heard his own voice very low.

It's like coming from far away.

"Anyone?" Du Caige called again without turning on the light.

The rest of the room was silent in the darkness.

If someone really answered at this time, it would be too scary, and it might develop into a horror movie scene.

Du Caige thought about it with his dull head, and decided to leave quickly.

He searched for a long time at the entrance and entrance, but couldn't find his own shoes. In the end, he could only pick out a pair of old brown fur shoes and put them on, praying that the other party had no athlete's foot while wearing them.

Surprisingly, the shoes fit perfectly. It was as if it had been passed through countless times by itself.

Opening the door, Du Caige rushed out. The public area outside was dimly lit with LED lights.

A cold wind came from out of nowhere, and blew in along Du Caige's unzipped jacket, causing Du Caige to shrink from the cold and wake up a little.

"Damn it, it's summer, why is it so cold?" He quickly pulled the zipper, closed the door with a backhand, and stumbled over to press the elevator button.

When they got to the downstairs lobby, Du Caige looked at the surrounding environment, but still felt very strange.

After pushing the door and going out, he looked around for a while, then randomly picked a direction, walking deep and shallow, thinking that he would call a taxi back when he was outside.

When the first round of the bright moon, there are a few sparse stars, twinkling, not beautiful, just look deserted.

Du Caige didn't know how to judge the time based on the height of the moon. He just looked at the surrounding houses, and most of the windows had no lights behind them.

Either the occupancy rate in this neighborhood is very low, or it is already late at night.

"Damn it, it's too cold!" Du Caige found that the white air he exhaled showed signs of freezing.

The cold air outside irritated his skin, but his head was still muddy and his eyelids were heavy. He just wanted to lie down on the side of the road and sleep until he was old.