The Fucking Dead (The Fucking Dead)

When I woke up from the bed in my familiar hometown, my memory only stayed in the performance of the tail teeth dinner party. Three colleagues and I dressed up as faceless men among the mysterious girls and danced in a strange to funny simple dance, and then got the second prize of 10000 yuan. Even before we discussed how to use this small windfall, my memory was interrupted. I looked at the bandage wrapped hands like munaiyin, and with the strange and lost memories, I guess we were hit by the drunk driving asshole, or we were the drunk driving bastard. We had told Wang Junjie not to drive before drinking.