48 Hours a Day

Khan, I forgot the highway doesn't have a face-to-face seat. It's been changed to a train.

In response to some mischievous harassment, Zhang Heng pulled the Finnish Grammar out of his bag and then looked at it the last time. A girl with TOEFL flashed a different color across the street.

Finnish is a very small language. There is only one university in China, namely the Beijing Institute of Foreign Languages, with relevant specialties, and the number of students enrolled each year is very small. In fact, there are less than 100 Finnish speakers nationwide, and Zhang Heng is dressed as a student.

The TOEFL girl hesitated, whispering, "Classmate? ”

“Hmm?”

“Are you from the North, too? ”

“Oh, I'm not.” Zhang Hengdao, realizing what had caused the woman to have a misconception, extended the Finnish grammar in his hand to explain, "I was just learning by myself. ”

TOEFL girl's face rose red and hurried, “I'm sorry...”

“Nothing, I love this country and hope to be able to travel there one day.” Zhang Hengdao.

“Wish you an early dream come true.” The TOEFL girl quickly buried her head in the red book in her hand after saying that.

The train kept moving forward, the cabin was filled with all sorts of sounds, people were chatting with gourds, children crying, playing early education music, and the middle-aged people around them kept calling, making Zhang Heng even miss the dead silence on the moon.

Once the middle-aged man connected the three phones, probably because the important list was yellow, he looked unhappy, subconsciously put his hand in his chest pocket, wanted to smoke a cigarette to calm down, but remembered it was on the train, took his hand back again, hung up and went to the toilet.

When he came back, he finally put his phone away, muttered a few words, leaned his head against the car wall beside him, pillowed on the curtains, and fell asleep.

Zhang Heng continued to flip the Finnish grammar in his hand until the salesman pushed the truck through the aisle, screaming in his mouth to keep his legs shut.

TOEFL girl took an apple out of the bag, thought about it and took out another one, whispered to Zhang Heng, “Classmate, do you want to eat? It's been washed. ”

“Thank you.” Zhang Heng did not refuse this kind intent to embarrass the other party and took the apple.

The TOEFL girl relieved herself, and the matter lightened up some of her previous embarrassment, and she wasn't so embarrassed as she chewed on the apple and chatted with Zhang Heng.

Talking for a while, TOEFL girl Zhang Heng made an eye, whispering, "Look at the uncle next to you, he's still drooling while sleeping. ”

Zhang Hengwei looked to himself, frowned, many people drooling in their sleep, but like the middle-aged man left so much behind, it was rare to wet the curtains, in fact, he seemed to have no control over his salivary glands.

Zhang Heng tried to pat the middle-aged man on the shoulder, but the latter did not respond.

Zhang Heng then intensified his efforts, almost pushing them, but in this case the middle aged people still did not wake up.

TOEFL girls also noticed a slight anomaly at this time, some nervousness, “What's wrong with him, is he sick? ”

“I don't know, call the flight attendant first.” Zhang Hengsheng's voice, while he puts his fingers under the nostrils of the middle-aged man, where he can still feel each other's breathing, and then turns his eyelids to see that the pupils of the middle-aged man are not dilated, nor are they unresponsive to the light source.

In fact, apart from his abnormal saliva production, he is in no medical abnormality whatsoever and is simply asleep, but strangely he cannot be awakened by any means.

After a while, the TOEFL girl rushed over with a flight attendant. Zhang Heng did not move the middle-aged man to place him flat in his seat to avoid him choking on his own saliva.

The crew actually can do very little, they have some first-aid training, but they don't have any professional medical knowledge. The strange situation of the middle-aged people right now, what the crew can do is just keep shaking each other's body, and then yelling, "Sir, wake up, wake up! ”

After ascertaining that the other person's breathing condition was good, the flight attendant even suspected that the other person was now sleeping until, because of a shake too hard, the middle-aged person's body slipped and his head pounded on the table beside him. Although there was no bleeding, that noise could not be faked.

Even so, however, the middle-aged still did not wake up.

The flight attendant was a little panicked. Soon after, an emergency broadcast was carried out on the train to find medical personnel, and then a doctor really stood up, but without the medical device at hand, they had to perform some of the simplest examinations, and no cause was found.

Because the middle-aged man was riding alone, and his phone was now locked, he could not contact his family, not knowing if he had any previous medical history, he could only contact the ambulance of the hospital near the station. When the train arrived at the next stop, the medical staff at the booth rushed into the car for the first time and lifted the middle-aged man down.

The emergency was thus provisionally suspended.

Looking at the lively surrounding parties retracted their heads, TOEFL girls and Zhang Heng also sat back in place, but the former saw that the saliva on the curtain was still somewhat unsettled, and asked Zhang Heng, “What was going on? ”

“I don't know.” Zhang Hengxuan panicked. In fact, after seeing the situation of the middle-aged man, he had some speculation. When the attendant and the enthusiastic doctor in the car were busy “rescuing” him, he opened up the WeChat on his phone and found that you were always unhappy (# `O') with Akuya's avatar.

- Hey, ask you a question.

What, you finally figured it out? Are you coming with me to the haunted house? Looking forward to...

Forget the haunted house. I said I was on the train.

Zhang Heng typed, paused and typed again.

- [Death Dream] Who's got it now?

—— Stupid .jpg

—— The goal of being locked in [Death Dream] is whether you will never wake up in your sleep, and the secretion of saliva is abnormal.

This time of sinking across the street was extraordinarily long and seemed to be wrangling, and it took half a minute to resend the message.

What, did you meet?

Just now, right in front of me, people have been lifted off the train, but I suspect its holder is also on the train.

Brother, I really don't know who had [Death Dream], or I know who had [Death Dream], but as far as I know, she sold it when she got it, and she didn't use it at all, and [Death Dream] doesn't need to be around for it to take effect.