(Damn, I forgot that there were no face-to-face seats on the high-speed train.)
After dealing with the prankster's harassment, Zhang Heng took out the "Finnish Grammar" from his bag and started reading from where he left off last time. The girl holding the TOEFL book was surprised.
Finnish was an extremely niche language, and only one university in China, the Beijing Institute of Foreign Studies, offered a major in it. And the number of students enrolled each year was very small. In fact, there were less than a hundred people in the country who mastered Finnish, and Zhang Heng was dressed like a student.
The TOEFL girl hesitated for a moment before whispering, "Classmate?"
"Hmm?"
"Are you from Beijing University, too?"
"Oh, I'm not," Zhang Heng said. He realized what had caused the girl to misunderstand him. He then waved the book in his hand and explained, "I'm just self-studying."
The TOEFL girl's face turned red, and she quickly apologized, "I'm sorry …"
"It's nothing. I like this country very much, and I hope to travel there one day," Zhang Heng said.
"Wish … wish your dream come true soon." After saying this, the TOEFL girl quickly buried her head in the red book in her hand.
The train continued to move forward, and the carriage was filled with all kinds of sounds. Some people were chatting while eating melon seeds, children were crying, morning music was playing outside, and the middle-aged man next to him kept talking on the phone. It made Zhang Heng miss the dead silence on the moon.
The middle-aged man received three calls at once. It was likely that an important deal had fallen through. He looked very unhappy and subconsciously put his hand into his chest pocket. He wanted to smoke a cigarette to calm himself down, but then he remembered that he was on a train, so he retracted his hand. After hanging up the phone, he got up and went to the toilet.
When he came back, he finally put away his phone, muttered a few words, leaned his head against the carriage wall, and fell asleep with his head against the curtain.
Zhang Heng continued to flip through the "Finnish Grammar" in his hand until the salesperson pushed the truck through the aisle, yelling at him to keep his legs in check.
The TOEFL girl took out an apple from the bag, and after thinking about it, she took out another one. "Classmate, do you want to eat? I've washed it. "
"Thank you." Zhang Heng didn't reject this kind gesture. He didn't want to embarrass her, so he took the apple.
The TOEFL girl breathed a sigh of relief. This incident had diluted some of her previous embarrassment, and she was no longer so embarrassed. She continued to chat with Zhang Heng while eating the apple.
After chatting for a while, the TOEFL girl winked at Zhang Heng and whispered, "Look at the uncle next to you. He's drooling even when he's sleeping."
Zhang Heng looked to his side and frowned. There were many people who drooled while they slept, but it was rare to see a middle-aged man drooling so much that the curtains were wet. In fact, it was as if he couldn't control his salivary glands at all.
He tried to pat the middle-aged man on the shoulder, but the latter did not respond.
So, Zhang Heng increased his strength, almost pushing the middle-aged man. However, the middle-aged man still did not wake up.
The TOEFL girl also noticed that something was amiss. She asked nervously, "What's wrong with him? Is he sick?"
"I don't know. Let's call the flight attendant first." At the same time, he placed his finger under the middle-aged man's nostril. He could still feel the man's breath from here. After that, he opened his eyelids and saw that the middle-aged man's pupils were not dilated, and he was not unresponsive to light.
In fact, apart from the abnormal secretion of saliva, there was nothing medically abnormal about his current state. He was completely asleep, but the strange thing was that no matter what they did, they could not wake him up.
After a while, the TOEFL girl rushed over with a flight attendant. Zhang Heng did not move the middle-aged man. He laid him flat on the seat to prevent him from choking on his own saliva.
There was actually a limit to what the flight attendants could do. They had received a certain amount of first aid training, but they did not have any professional medical knowledge. The middle-aged man's current strange condition, the flight attendants could only shake his body and shout, "Sir, wake up, wake up, wake up!"
After confirming that the middle-aged man's breathing was good and his heartbeat was normal, the flight attendant even suspected that he was pretending to be asleep. Until one of the shaking was too forceful, causing the middle-aged man's body to slide down and his head to hit the table beside him. Although there was no blood, the muffled sound could not be faked.
However, even so, the middle-aged man still did not wake up.
The stewardess panicked a little. Soon, she made an emergency broadcast on the train, looking for medical personnel. After that, a doctor really stood up, but in the absence of medical equipment, they could only carry out some simple examinations. In the end, they did not find the cause of the disease.
Because the middle-aged man was riding alone, and his mobile phone screen was now locked, there was no way to contact his family. They did not know if he had any previous medical history. In the end, they could only contact the ambulance at the hospital near the station. When the train arrived at the next station, the medical staff waiting at the booth rushed into the train and carried the middle-aged man off.
At this point, this unexpected incident came to an end for the time being.
The onlookers retracted their heads, and the TOEFL girl and Zhang Heng also returned to their seats. However, the former was still a little shocked when she saw the saliva on the curtain. She asked Zhang Heng, "What the hell happened just now?"
"I don't know," Zhang Heng lied. Zhang Heng lied. In fact, after seeing the middle-aged man's condition, he had some guesses. While the flight attendant and the enthusiastic doctor on the train were busy 'resuscitating' the middle-aged man, he opened WeChat on his phone and found You Always Look Unhappy (# O ′) with Akua's profile picture.
[Hey, let me ask you a question.]
[What? Have you finally decided to accompany me to the haunted house? Looking forward to it …]
[Don't even think about the haunted house. I said I'm already on the train.]
Zhang Heng typed, paused, and then typed again.
[Who has the Dreamland of Death now?]
[???] [Play dumb. jpg]
[Does the target locked on by the Dreamland of Death sleep forever and never wake up? At the same time, the secretion of saliva is abnormal.]
This time, the other party stayed silent for a long time. It seemed to be struggling with itself, and after half a minute, it sent another message.
[Why, did you meet him?]
[Yes. Just now, right in front of me, the man has been carried off the train, but I suspect that the owner is also on the train.]
[… Brother, I really don't know who has the Dreamland of Death. Or rather, I know who has it. But as far as I know, she sold it after she got it. She has never used it, and the Dreamland of Death doesn't need the owner to be around to take effect.] 8)
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