"No!"

Li Te suddenly woke up, his eyes opened, but the fragments of the dream were still circulating in his eyes.

The dazzling high beams of the car, the sharp brake sound, and the body flew out like a kite with broken strings, and the vision was blurred sharply until it fell into darkness... Didn't I let the car hit at the door of the bar? What is this place?

Lite began to look around the room he was in, trying to find the answer to the series of questions in his mind, but he failed.

This is a completely unfamiliar environment.

The mottled light and shadow projected from the gaps in the blinds shone on the dilapidated metal bed frame. The furniture next to it was old and simple, and you didn't even have to reach out to touch it. You could see a thin layer of dust attached to it with your naked eyes.

Li Te rubbed his head, which was a little painful after the hangover, lifted the quilt and sat up, but as soon as his feet fell to the ground, he knocked something over.

It was a brown beer bottle with a thick waist and a thin neck, and an English bottle sticker on it.

Out of curiosity, Lite picked it up and found that there was still beer that had not been finished inside. This was not the point. What really attracted his attention was the production date on the bottle.

In December 1996, what international jokes are there for beer produced twenty years ago?

When he looked down, he saw that there were still many such beer bottles scattered beer by the bed. Liter suddenly felt indescribable depression.

The memory of last night in his mind was messy, and he couldn't tell whether the wine in the empty bottles had been drunk last night by himself. However, he was very sure that he must have drank a lot last night, otherwise he wouldn't have urinated so strongly after waking up - that feeling, like his bladder was about to be blown up.

Without even bothering about the production date of these beers, Li Te began to search for the bathroom.

Fortunately, he quickly found the target.

This is a simple small room, with only a cloth curtain separated from the shower and the toilet. The sink is opposite the toilet, and the middle is just enough to stand alone.

As soon as he entered the door, Lite smelled a disgusting smell mixed with alcohol, and in the opened toilet, he saw the source of the airway - a pile of vomit that had not been washed away with water.

After pinching his nose and rinsing off the pile of disgusting things, Li Te began to "release the water" comfortably.

About half a minute later, Li Te lifted up his pants with satisfaction, turned around and unscrew the faucet of the sink, preparing to wipe his face first.

But when he looked up, he was stunned.

In the mirror is a completely unfamiliar face.

He had a unshaven beard, deep eye sockets and very stylish eyebrows. The first feeling that the person in the mirror gave Li Te was decadent. Then he suddenly realized that there was no other person in the bathroom.

The water in the sink was still gushing down from the faucet, but Li Te ignored it, staring at himself in the mirror with his eyes tightly, his mind blank.

This must be an illusion!

Li Te closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously.

When he opened his eyes again, he still saw the same situation as before. Li Te only felt like he had fallen into an ice hole, and was cold from head to toe.

"No, this is not true!"

Li Te roared, smashing the mirror with one punch, and the fragments fell to the ground and made a sensational sound.

——

The next thing is simple.

The landlord rushed over when he heard the sound, but Li Te grabbed his neck and asked what was going on. The landlord thought Li Te was crazy, so he immediately called the police after breaking free, and then Li Te was taken here.

Carter, a white police officer in charge of interrogating Lit, placed a test report in front of him.

"The blood alcohol concentration test value is 0.021%. It seems that he did drink a lot last night. I guess he is not awake now." Tom, a black policeman who brought this report, held his hands and sat directly on the table in the interrogation room.

Carter coughed lightly, reminding his subordinates that he was interrogating the suspect.

Tom reluctantly jumped off the table and stood aside pretending to behave.

Carter picked up the test report and asked while looking through it: "Is it sure he is not taking drugs?"

Tom glanced at Lit, who was sitting with his head hanging from the interrogation table, and said in a low voice: "Boss, do you think a guy who can't afford the rent of a shabby apartment like Shindehe Street will have money to buy drugs?"

Carter put down the test report in his hand, raised his head, and said word by word: "What I need is evidence, not inference!"

Tom shrugged helplessly, "Well, the results of the test strip and blood tests show normality, and we also searched his room and found no contraband."

Carter closed the test report in his hand and turned to look at Lite.

"Mr. Lite, do you have any objection to what we just said?"

"What?" Li Te raised his head with a dazed expression on his face.

Carter and Tom Ziqi were stunned. They did not deliberately avoid Lite in the conversation just now, but they did not expect that this guy would not listen to anything.

"Mr. Lite, you may not have figured out your current situation." To get Lite's attention, Carter had to cough heavily. "Based on the testimony your landlord has provided us with, and this test report, you will be charged by the police for intentional injury, and may even be accused of murder. If the court finally found you guilty, you will face a year or more imprisonment."

A brief silence fell into the room, as if he had finally figured out his situation, and a bitter smile slowly appeared on Li Te's face.

Although his head was still a little dizzy, he had to accept the fact that he was in a car accident after drinking, and his soul traveled to 1996 and became an American Chinese with the same name and surname as him.

Fortunately, the body's memory and language habits are there, at least there is no need to worry about not being able to communicate with the two policemen in front of me.

"According to normal procedures, can I see my lawyer first?" Li Te spoke with some difficulty.

Tom, holding the water cup in his hand, squirted out all the water he contained.

Officer Carter couldn't help frowning. Tom's unreliability and Lit's discooperation both made him feel a headache.

"Yes, you can make such a request," he raised his tone, "but only if you have to afford your own lawyer!"

The expression on Li Te's face suddenly became very exciting. He almost forgot that the original owner of his body was a pauper who could hardly afford the rent. Perhaps when he arrived at the French, the government would assign him a lawyer to defend him, but it was definitely not now.

"Can I smoke one?" After a moment of silence, Lite pointed to the cigarette box that Officer Carter placed on the table.

The other party nodded.

Li Te reached out to take a cigarette from the cigarette box, and subconsciously touched his pocket, only then he realized that he was not angry.

"Use mine."

Black policeman Tom took out his lighter and threw it over.

"Thank you!"

Lite reached out to catch it and smiled at Tom kindly.

He lowered his head and lit the cigarette, and took a deep breath.

The cigarettes inhaled into the trachea did not bring that familiar feeling of comfort, but instead brought a strong stimulation to the lung lobes. The violent coughing made Lit cry.

Carter and Tom, opposite the table, looked at each other helplessly, and both felt speechless.

"You can't smoke?"

When Litt returned the lighter, Tom couldn't help asking.

"I used to know, but now I don't know."

Lite did not lie. He did smoke, but now the former owner of this body obviously did not, so he made such a misunderstanding, but others did not believe it.

"I don't think there is any need to ask any more." Carter closed the notebook, pushed away the chair and stood up.

Tom nodded in agreement.

The two of them set up Li Te from the left and right, preparing to take him out of the interrogation room.

At this time, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open.

A middle-aged white man dressed in decently with a black briefcase walked in behind a police officer, his eyes stayed on Lit's face for a moment before looking at Carter beside him.

"This police officer, I am lawyer Johnny Kirkland, this is Mr. Litt's bail... Now, can you let go of my client?"
Chapter completed!