I just want to copy books quietly

I just want to copy the book quietly Author: Red Label Geisha

brief introduction:

The most tragic time travel of this century, the time traveler was trapped by the original owner and couldn't take care of himself!There are pitfalls everywhere in life, every time a beautiful woman appears, I have to worry about whether I will be slapped in the face by the other party!In fact, I really just want to copy books quietly.What kind of godfather of music, what kind of actor, what kind of genius screenwriter, what kind of legendary director, don't just give me such a title!

Chapter 1 Where Am I?What am I doing?

"Why does the head hurt so much?" Du Cai's fans were confused, "The eyelids are so heavy!"

"What the hell am I doing? I'm filming now, I don't seem to have a drink?" He felt as if his eyelids were stuck with 502 glue, and his stomach was shaking.

Accidentally burped, a gust of sour water rushed up, mixed with some other inexplicable unpleasant smells, Du Caige was almost fainted by the smell in his mouth.

What is it?It should not be wine.

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

It's also like trying to help my mother sort out the messy wool when I was a child, but the more I sorted it out, the more messy it became.

It was hard to figure out 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 3.5 million yuan."

"What happened? By the way, I remember seeing blackness, and then I seemed to fall off the director's chair. So where am I now?"

Finally, his eyes barely opened a crack, and with the faint light coming in from the unblocked curtains, Du Caige confirmed that he was not in the hospital.

Reluctantly turned his head to look at the layout of the room, no matter how it looked, it didn't look like a hotel room.

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

Du Caige was startled, and immediately wanted to sit up.But his whole body was limp, his body was as weak as if he had been there seven times, and he had no strength at all. The action of "sit up" was usually so simple and effortless, but now it was a bit difficult for him.

He stretched out his hand to touch the side. Fortunately, it was empty, and there was no naked woman.

"No, I have to leave quickly! God knows if there are any traps. The filming of the new film has just started, and the crew can't make scandals." After relaxing for a while, Du Caige suddenly thought.He really wanted to lie down and go back to sleep, but the thought cheered him up a bit, and he barely rolled over and rolled out of bed.

The cold wooden floor and the pain in his knee made him wake up a little bit.

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 over the bedside table, on which were two white medicine bottles.

Du Caige reached out to pick it up, shook it lightly, and it was empty.

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

Both medicine bottles are covered with English.

Du Caige's English is actually pretty good. Although he only passed CET-[-] during his postgraduate study and did not continue to go to the entrance exam, he can also chat and laugh with international friends, attend film festivals to deliver award declarations in English, and read several English tomes no problem.

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

A pill bottle read: "ine".

What kind of medicine is this?

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

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

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

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

Just now he actually fell asleep sitting on the cold wooden floor, and he didn't know how long he fell asleep.

No, I have to leave now.

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, walked around to the other side of the bed step by step, and breathed a sigh of relief.

There were coats and trousers neatly stacked 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 dance stories that he had heard before came to his mind, urging him to leave quickly.

"I hope there are no paparazzi downstairs." Du Caige muttered, while yawning, he put on the jeans with a hole in the knee while the keys sounded.

This is really not my dressing style! Du Caige clumsily fastened the belt with his fingers, rubbed his face vigorously to wake himself up, and then put on a brown cotton jacket.

"Hey, why are there such thick underwear? I remember it's still summer?" Du Caige thought belatedly.Moreover, the clothes and pants fit very well, as if they were tailor-made for myself.

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 turned on.

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

After a while, he finally got used to it. He opened his eyes again. His vision was still blurred, but he had no problem walking.

But the question is why I walk so swayingly, I feel that I can't control my muscles, I lose my sense of balance, and there is no taste of alcohol in my mouth.

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

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

Whose house is this?

"Is anyone there?" Du Caige shouted vigorously.

But he heard his own voice very little.

It seemed to come from far away.

"Is anyone there?" Du Caige yelled again without turning on the light.

The rest of the room was silent in the dark.

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

Du Caige thought about it with his dull head, and decided to leave as soon as possible.

He searched for a long time in the entrance hallway, but he 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 would not have athlete's foot while wearing them.

Surprisingly, the shoes fit well.It's as if it has been worn countless times by myself.

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

A gust of cold wind came from nowhere, blowing 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 zipped it up, then closed the door with his backhand, and then stumbled over to press the elevator button.

Arriving at the lobby downstairs, Du Caige looked at the surrounding environment, but still felt very strange.

After opening the door and going out, he looked left and right, then picked a direction at random, walking with one foot deep and one foot shallow, thinking that he would call a taxi back when he was outside.

In the first round of bright moon, there are a few sparse stars, twinkling and twinkling, not beautiful, but deserted.

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

Either the occupancy rate of this community 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.

Chapter 2 I want to find the Traveler Affairs Administration

"Let's call a car first, call a Didi special car." Du Caige touched the pocket of his jacket, there was none.

He touched the pocket of his jeans again and took out a small mobile phone.

Just as he was about to open the Didi app to call a car, he suddenly realized: Oh, this seems to be a flip phone from more than ten years ago?

Du Caige was stunned for a while, then opened the flip cover of the phone clumsily with frozen fingers.

The dim light is on, and the first sight is a very small color screen, which is estimated to be less than two inches, and it is full of graininess.

It reminds Du Caige of his first mobile phone in high school.

Don't think about it, there must be no Didi app in this kind of mobile phone.

Du Caige couldn't understand it.

Who does this suit belong to?Why is there such an old mobile phone that should go into a museum in your pocket?

He felt that he had caught some clue vaguely.

But when he thought about it carefully, he had a severe headache, which distracted him all of a sudden.

After the headache, there was a sense of dizziness, which made him just want to lie down and sleep soundly.

No, you can't sleep here.

He closed the phone cover, stuffed it into his jeans, and continued walking along the S-shaped route.

After walking around for a while, he didn't know how he got to the gate of the community.

Seeing the sentry box, he was relieved.

But the security of this community seems to be very strict. The gates on the sidewalk are the kind that only one person can pass through at a time, and you must swipe your card.

Du Caige reached out and touched the waist of the jeans, and found a bunch of keys.

Jingle.

It took him a while to remove the key with his frozen fingers, and he looked carefully for a while with distorted and blurred vision, but he couldn't find the small access card.

He thought for a while, then hung the key back, touched the pocket of his jeans, and found an IC card on the left.

When I got closer, I vaguely saw "Yuxi International" written on it.

He tried to swipe on the barrier, and the green light came on.

Du Caige immediately pushed open the gate and walked out.

He raised his hand, breathed on the palm of his hand, felt his body again, and finally found a wallet in the inner pocket of his jacket.

Opening it, there was an ID card inside. Du Caige pulled out a piece and saw his own profile picture.

Although it is a little strange why his ID card is in a strange wallet, too many weird things have happened tonight, and now he just wants to take a taxi and go back to the hotel where the crew stayed, with his head covered. Get some sleep, wake up refreshed and clear-headed, and try to use your clever mind to figure out what's going on.

He inserted his ID card back and looked at the cash again. It was a thick stack, about one, two, three, four thousand.

Enough to take a taxi.

He observed the environment, the street lights were bleak, and the shops on the side of the road were basically closed. Only one night food stall was still lit, but the tables and chairs outside were empty, and it was estimated that the stall would be closed soon.

Wasted newspapers and plastic bags were blown by the wind and gliding on the empty sidewalk. Except for him, there was no one, let alone a ghost.

After waiting for 2 minutes, I didn't see any vehicles passing by.

Du Caige's already dull head was blown by the wind, not only did not become sharp, but even more dull.

It took him a long time to figure it out, this is the small road at the gate of the community, it is probably difficult to get a taxi.

First you have to get to the main road.

But Du Caige was very unfamiliar with the road here, so he had to walk in a random direction while trembling.

At first I was still a little energetic, but soon I felt sore and limp, as if all my strength had been drained, and soon I drooped my eyelids and dragged my feet.

While walking, Du Caige fell into a state of "fragmentation" from time to time.I just suddenly feel that my mind is blank, and I don't know what I am doing or where I am.

Then I came back to my senses, understood my situation, and then looked at the shop next to me as a reference, and found that I had walked forward more than ten meters.

However, he was lucky. After walking for more than ten minutes, he found a wide road in front of him, with vehicles passing by.

Du Caige regained his energy, and yawned a few more times, and his originally dragging steps became a little lighter.

After finally coming to the side of the main road, Du Caige walked to the edge of the sidewalk, expecting a taxi to come right away.

After waiting for a while, the taxi didn't arrive, but he kept falling into a state of fragmentation, his consciousness began to slacken, and he lost his grasp of time.I don't know if it was one, two, three, four minutes, or five, six, seven, and eight minutes.

At this time, a police car drove slowly from the left.

Du Caige glanced at it, then continued to droop his head, his eyelids were so heavy that he could hardly lift them up, and his body unknowingly swayed to and fro, almost falling down.

The police car stopped in front of him.