Without Song Pianran at the scene, things were much simpler.
I called the police first. The operator was a young girl with a very young voice. I said that I hit the road with my car and surrendered. She asked if she was okay. The pillar smashed.
Her: "Where is the incident?"
Me: "In a large suburb near the east of the city."
Her: "Where is this suburb?"
Me: "I don't know the name either, it's surrounded by farmland, and there's no iconic building."
She: "What's the name of this farmland?"
Me: "How about I ask the farmland?"
She: "If you don't ask, it will be over!"
Me: "... Excuse me, is this the police station? Did I call Deyun Club by mistake?"
She: "God! How do you know that I love listening to Deyun Club!"
In the end, this little girl and I added a WeChat to each other and sent the real-time positioning to the end.
After posting the location, I slumped on the side of the road and changed her note to "Cross Talk Artist".
After calling the police, I called the studio to report the incident, and asked them to find a relationship to get the monitoring of the parking lot of that hotel. The news will be published all over the network in an hour; finally, I called the auto repair shop to come over and tow the car away.
After more than 40 minutes, the police uncle came.
I described the general situation: I didn't know what was going on when I was driving, the car suddenly punctured and hit the curb, and I repeatedly assured that there was absolutely no drinking and no casualties, but it just hit a power pole, Write a review, write a review, deduct points, deduct points, fines, and never excuse yourself.
The police uncle was expressionless and asked me, "Is this car yours?"
I held my head high and said confidently, "Yes!"
The police uncle glanced at me from top to bottom with ruthless eyes. His eyes are like X-rays. My whole body is less than 1,000 yuan in total. .
Under his wise gaze, I felt guilty, my tongue twisted and I said angrily, "It's fine if it's mine! I'm going on a blind date today, and I'm looking for a car to borrow from a friend."
The police uncle nodded unsurprisingly and continued to be cold: "Is there anything else to explain?"
"No, but there is a question, I don't know if I should ask." I glanced at him and hesitated.
"ask."
"Do you like Deyun Club?"
I noticed that he secretly rolled his eyes and the X-ray went out.
While he was taking the notes, a minivan came whirring, and two people got on and off, one fat and one thin, with work permits hanging around their necks.
I see, hoo! Old acquaintance! "Entertainment Scratch"!
With a big camera hanging around his neck, the fat man rushed over in a hurry, leaned in front of the car window without looking at it, and started frantically pressing the shutter: "Mr. Song, what's the matter with your traffic accident today? Is it because of drunkenness? Driving? Are you sane now?"
The thin man caught up with the pen and paper, his head sweating anxiously: "Master, please ask slowly, I can't remember it!"
The fat man opened his mouth like a cannonball, and fired bullets at the car window with a "pop": "Mr. Song, why don't you speak? Are you guilty? Does it mean that there is a hidden secret behind this traffic accident?"
A crack finally appeared in the police uncle's cold appearance. The corners of his mouth twitched twice and he shouted, "What are you doing! What are you doing at the accident investigation site!"
The fat man turned around and explained helplessly: "Uncle police officer, you let the man in the car get out! Just because he is a star, you can't cover the troublemaker!"
The uncle of the policeman was so angry that his forehead jumped wildly: "Who do you mean to cover up? Shelter? Obstructing law enforcement, insulting the people's police, and follow me back to the station for investigation!"
Fatty couldn't be more angry: "Why?! The car is clearly..."
"Damn!" The thin man looked in the car window, "Master, there's no one in the car!"
"How is that possible?! It's obviously Song Pianran's car!" The fat man also followed the window and glanced in, "Fuck! The information is wrong! Where's the person!"
The corner of the thin man's mouth was pulled down, and he sounded like he was about to cry: "Then how do I write the manuscript?"
"Write, write! Write about your mother!" Fatty smacked the unpromising apprentice, and scolded him bitterly, "Just write that Song Pianran turned into a butterfly and flew away!"
The thin man scratched his head: "Don't change the dragonfly, there are few butterflies in this season."
…
I leaned over and took a sneak peek at the notebook in the thin man's hand. There was already a draft on it, and the title was astonishingly: [The popular idol Song Pianran had an accident in the suburbs while driving a million-dollar luxury car! What was the real cause of the accident? Why did Song Pianran appear in a desolate suburb? Who will pay for idols with weak safety awareness?]
Coincidentally, I know the answers to each of these three questions, but I have to pretend I don't know.
I cleared my throat and imitated Song Pianran's polite appearance in front of the camera, and said, "May I ask who you are?"
The fat man glanced at me: "Who are you? Where is Song Pianran?"
I pretended to be surprised: "You also know Lian Ran? He is my grandson."
"Grandson?" The fat man stared in disbelief.
Hold! How did you speak your mind!
I quickly looked for help: "I mean, his great-grandfather and grandfather are my great-grandfather's distant cousin. His great-grandfather and my great-grandfather are good brothers. In this way, I am his grandfather's generation."
The thin man counted his seniority with his fingers, and finally said, "It's too complicated!"
"Anyway, Pianran and I are old friends. I borrowed his car to run errands today, and I hit it unexpectedly, alas! I'm sorry for Lianran, my wife and grandfather and his grandfather!"
I punched in the palm of my hand, heartbroken.
Fatty, like a balloon, suddenly let out a clean breath, and said in a languid manner, "Damn it! That bastard provided false information! What a delay!"
Shouzi: "Master, are you still posting the manuscript?"
"Fa! I was squatting in front of Ma Rongrong's house when I was called here! How can I make up for our wasted time if we don't send it!"
Ma Rongrong? The head of the pure jade girl? There seems to be gossip!
"That..." I lowered my voice and covered my mouth to inquire, "I wonder if it's convenient to tell her, Ma Rongrong?"
Fatty rolled my eyes at me: "Let's pay less attention to the things that boys and girls make mistakes."
At this time, people from the repair shop also arrived, and the police uncle stepped forward and patted me on the shoulder: "It's all right, take your car away and get it repaired." He turned his face and said to the two of them, "You two, Come back to the police station with me."
The fat man wailed with his face on his back: "Uncle the police let us go! How can there be a boy who doesn't make mistakes!"