Gu Tie's mood was a bit complicated at the moment. He logged out of the Quantum Network and lay on the KingSize double bed with a confused expression. He stared at the stains on the ceiling in a daze. The TV finished playing a variety show and went into commercials. Ed looked back boredly. At one glance, he was startled by Gu Tie's expression. He rushed over and waved his big bear-like hands in front of the Chinese: "Hey, Tie, are you okay? Are you still alive?"
"Nonsense," Gu Tie said angrily, "It's not my style to die with my eyes closed."
"Huh, that's good," the Polish man breathed out, "Do you need anything, food, water, wine, women, men,"
"Just don't bother me, I have something to think about," Gu Tie sighed, resting his head on his hands and looking at the chandelier in trance.
His abnormal behavior still made the bearded man a little worried. Ed held the pistol and walked around the room, looking at the lifeless Chinese. He wanted to speak several times, but then closed his mouth and swallowed back the words of comfort. The sky outside the window was dark. It was already dark, and it was dinner time. Ed picked up the phone and called the service desk, asking the overly attentive receptionist to bring some food in. Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and the Polish man stepped aside to confirm that there was only one person outside. A waiter then opened the door and hid the pistol behind his back.
"For your dinner, Mr. Grenevsky," the receptionist actually remembered the last name on the butcher's passport, with smile lines on his face: "I would like to introduce to you today's special meal: the main course is our restaurant's signature pickled cabbage stewed duck. , which is filled with tomatoes, wild mushrooms, smoked plums, apples, peppers, juniper, savory, basil and Italian red wine; the main dish is delicious paroji dumplings filled with minced meat, sauerkraut, mushrooms and cheese, potatoes and fried onions. Ruthenian dumplings; the soup is fresh Bazas beetroot soup, served with sausage, cabbage, potatoes, sour cream and brown bread. In addition, our restaurant specially gives a bottle of champagne to couples. Although it is a domestic wine, it is imported. It’s quite soft, with rich bubbles and sweet taste, perfect for a romantic dinner for two,”
"Bookkeeping," Ed pulled the cart filled with food into the room.
"Of course, Mr. Greniewski," the receptionist poked his head with a smile on his face, wanting to see what was going on in the room: "The other gentleman is resting, right? If you don't have any arrangements for the evening, I sincerely recommend Freddy to you." ·The night show at Merkri Club, male strippers from Cyprus start performing hot performances at ten o'clock every night..."
The Pole stretched out his left hand, and a green banknote appeared between his two fingers: "I'll give you two choices. First, take the dollar in my left hand and get away; second, guess what I'm holding in my right hand." ,"
The receptionist deftly took out the dollar and hid it in the palm of his hand, and bowed deeply: "No guests will be accommodated in other rooms on the corridor tonight. You don't have to worry about disturbing other guests. I wish you a good night, Mr. Greniewski." ,"
Ed locked the door, hung up the anti-theft chain, and spat on the ground in disgust. He pushed the cart to the bedside, opened the cover of the stainless steel dinner plate, and the aroma of food filled the room, although it was not as good as the exaggerated receptionist boasted. So tempting, but the colorful Northeastern Polish cuisine still aroused Gu Tie's appetite. He jumped up and sat up, shaking his head: "Do whatever you want, I will be a full man until I die... Lao Ai , what were you talking about with the food delivery guy just now,"
"You definitely don't want to know," seeing Gu Tie come back to life, the bearded man grinned, "eat, eat, eat,"
The two opened the champagne and had dinner together in the hotel room. The Chinese took a fork and took a bite of a dumpling: "Well, they look similar, but they taste far worse than Chinese dumplings. Wait until you have time to go to China to make me happy." Zhao will make dumplings stuffed with mutton and radish for you to eat. They will be so delicious that you will swallow them with your tongue." When he said this, his expression suddenly darkened: "Do you have time to go to China? Go if you have to, otherwise you will really have no chance."
"What's wrong with you?" Ed stared at him doubtfully, feeling that Gu Tie's lifeless expression now really complemented his dejected appearance.
"Lao Ai, if I told you now that you have six months to live, for example... you have a terminal illness, what would you most want to do?" the Chinese asked as he poured champagne for the two of them.
The Pole was stunned. He picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. He wiped the traces of wine from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. "In six months, I should accompany Malian to travel abroad. She grew up in Bialystok." , I have never gone abroad to see the outside scenery,”
"Where is your great cause of restoring the country?" This answer surprised Gu Tie.
"Within six months, that's not called revolution, it's called sacrifice in vain." The bearded man shook his head, and suddenly his expression changed: "Why are you asking this? Are you..."
"Bah, bah, bah," Gu Tie spat, "I'm not terminally ill, and it's not like the plot of the Kimchi drama. I'm just asking. By the way, you are now wanted across the country, which will implicate Malian, right? She is right You don’t know your identity at all, do you?”
Ed said calmly: "Her mother is a professor at the Medical University, and her father is a colonel in the Polish Army Armored Corps. The Countermeasures Executive Directorate will not be stupid enough to embarrass her,"
"A cruel revolutionary young man, a sentimental rich lady," Gu Tie said narrowly, "It's a very nostalgic script."
The Polish man smiled bitterly and said: "If you hadn't appeared, our peaceful days would have been a few more years, but it's better this way. With friends like you, our dream is one step closer."
The Chinese were stunned for a moment and could not bear to tell their Polish friends the fact that "the world is about to be destroyed", which sounded a little childish but was extremely cruel. "Yes, Lao Ai, the glory of the First Republic of Poland will shine on the land of Poland again." Yes," he said, patting the other party's generous shoulder.
"Tie..." Ed grabbed Gu Tie's hands with sparkling eyes. Gu Tie shuddered, looked back at the double bed, and withdrew his hand with a smile on his face: "Drink, drink, drink, keep on getting drunk, "
"drink,"
After drinking a bottle of champagne, they only slightly aroused their thirst for drinking. Ed opened the cupboard door, picked up all the alcoholic drinks in the mini bar in the room and threw them on the bed. Gu Tie immediately pulled the amber bottle to the On his side, he pushed the bottle filled with transparent liquid towards the other party. He had seen the power of Polish vodka once, and even if it hadn't been mixed into a cocktail of expired tuna cans, he didn't want to try it again.
Neither man is an alcoholic, but when faced with a foreign partner, who is willing to show weakness first and bring shame to the motherland? They drank so much that Gu Tie couldn't remember how many small bottles of whiskey he drank in one gulp, and even more so. It was unclear whether Ed drank the entire 750ml bottle of vodka in a few sips. When the first ray of sunlight illuminated the room, the Chinese opened his eyes with difficulty and found himself lying on the aisle between the bathroom and the room, beside him He vomited up a large puddle of red and green, and stretched his hands forward in a flying posture. It seemed that he was trying to endure the discomfort and ran towards the toilet, but failed and passed out halfway.
"Uh..." The headache like a stick in the head almost knocked him unconscious. Gu Tie groaned for a few minutes, reluctantly took out his mobile phone to connect to the Internet, and observed the virtual cordon deployed around the hotel last night: monitored by surveillance cameras ,The cordon composed of pickup microphones, smoke sensors, and infrared sensors showed that no one had approached the corridor of room 219 since yesterday evening. The talkative receptionist was indeed an honest person.,,Of course, it does not rule out that the hotel's business is bleak. the elements of.
Throwing away the phone, Gu Tie touched his butt with his backhand and found that his pants were still on him. He breathed a long sigh of relief. He tried to stand up, but found that he had no strength at all and could only drag his belly slowly like a big crocodile. Slowly crawling towards the room, as soon as he climbed to the TV cabinet, a nauseating feeling surged up from his esophagus. Gu Tie gritted his teeth, turned his head, crawled back to the bathroom, put his chin on the edge of the toilet, and spat out a stream of colorful He vomited out the liquid in his stomach, retched a few times, pulled the handle to flush, and said goodbye to the pierogi, sauerkraut stew and whiskey in the toilet.
After wiping his face with a towel, Gu Tie continued to crawl back to the room on all fours. He grabbed the sheets and climbed onto the double bed with all his strength. He spread his hands and feet and lay on the soft mattress. "Uh... the last time I drank so much was When did it happen? It must have been the time when I was tricked into drinking by that insidious guy Lao Xiao. I will never be able to defeat him as a drunkard..." He belched a strong alcoholic burp, smacked his lips in pain, and looked at the wall. The wall clock on the wall said: "It's only seven o'clock... How do you feel, Lao Ai," Gu Tie said as he closed his heavy eyelids.
The TV was blaring, and the male host was broadcasting a morning news program in Polish that he couldn't understand. I couldn't remember whether he left the TV off at night or whether Ed turned it on when he got up in the morning. "Old Ed, you died in your sleep," Gu Tie closed his eyes and patted the other half of the double bed with his hand. He only touched the pillow and the wrinkled blanket. "Hey, you are as embarrassed as me. You sleep on the floor. If you stain the carpet, you have to pay for it." He chuckled, He rolled over to the bed and stretched out his hand under the bed, "Hey, Lao Ai, wake up, you need to get up and pee."
No one spoke.
Gu Tie opened his eyes strangely. There was no bear-like Polish man on the cheap polyester carpet. There were only two pieces of clothing and a Glock pistol with the safety on. The Chinese man's eyes suddenly widened. The alcohol immediately evaporated from his pores, and he pulled out the pistol from under his pillow. While calling his partner's name in a frivolous tone, he scanned the room vigilantly: "Lao Ai, where are you hiding to sleep? Don't say you are in the bathtub. ,The curve of the bathtub is not good for the spine,”
The room was empty. There was no one in the closet, behind the table, under the bed, inside the curtains, or in the bathroom. Ed was missing. The door lock and anti-theft hinges of the room were firmly locked from the inside, with no trace of being opened. Gu Tie held He walked back and forth in the room several times with the pistol tightly, and stood in the middle of the room in surprise. The Pole completely lost track of him. His only gain was a few inconspicuous drops of blood on the carpet next to the bedside table. The blood had not completely solidified. ,