To the south of the Mushroom House, on a street five blocks away, there is a bar called "Canary", which is the nearest nightclub.
Of course, in the nearby alleys, there were also some black ladies whose faces could not be seen at night. They gave Gu Lang and his group a wink, and warmly invited them to sit in their bar.
Gu Laosan refused righteously, saying that his buddy was a good boy with integrity. Wang Ping estimated that the international reputation was one aspect, after all, there were foreign friends watching. But the biggest possibility was that this guy was afraid of being cheated. Who knows whether the dark pink alley was a bar or something else.
After all, for most Chinese people, there is still an aesthetic isolation from black people. What if the place in the alley is really what Wang Ping imagined? Let alone the issue of keeping oneself clean, the visual impact alone is enough to give someone and a badger nightmares for a long time.
Karatu is the largest city near the Ngorongoro Conservation Area, and its facilities and resources are far from comparable to those of a small town like Makuyuni. At least there are still many lights and pedestrians on the streets at night. Even if there are no public street lights on the roadside, there will be light bulbs hung in front of the small shops open at night, so there is no need to worry about lions breaking into the brightly lit city center.
The group walked to the door of "Canary" and walked in under the guidance of the bartender. In an instant, the deafening sound of music rushed straight into their brains. Even Wang Ping, who was in the backpack behind Gu Laosan, began to get excited at this moment.
They found a booth near the dance floor, ordered a dozen beers, and continued to brag about what they had not finished in the restaurant. Of course, most of the time it was Gu Lao San who was talking, and a few foreigners occasionally shouted "Wow", "Oh, what a treat", "Cool~" and so on.
Taking advantage of the dim light, Wang Ping got out of his backpack, squeezed onto the wine table, grabbed a piece of watermelon from the fruit plate and started eating.
Just when I was thinking about whether to spit the watermelon seeds on the ground, I saw a white little hand slowly pushing a glass of beer in front of the badger.
Wang Ping looked up and saw another girl among the three foreigners. At this time, Toller and the white girl's attention was no longer on Wang Ping. Instead, the girl who had been very quiet among the three looked at Wang Ping with a slightly curious look.
Beer
Wang Ping looked down at the cup and became a little eager.
Although animals' physiques are different from humans', many human foods and drinks are deadly to animals.
For example, cats cannot eat sausages or things with strong flavors, dogs may poop if they eat chocolate, and once hamsters drink alcohol, they can be hung up to dry until the New Year, etc.
But considering my physical condition, I'm not even afraid of snake venom. So drinking a little wine shouldn't be a big problem, right
A furry little paw hooked the handle of the beer glass and slowly pulled the glass into his arms.
In the past, Wang Ping was not fond of alcohol. He was the kind of person who could drink or not.
But that's how people are. The more they lose something, the more they want to get it back.
At the moment, Wang Ping, because he has lost his human identity, has a strong possessiveness for everything that humans have, of course including drinking.
Wang Ping casually placed the watermelon rind next to the fruit plate, held the beer glass with both paws, lowered his head and took a sip.
emmm..(￣￣)… it’s a bit hard to drink.
It seems that foreign beer is rarely as refreshing as domestic beer. It is either bitter or has a strange fermented taste. But it is not necessarily because foreigners have strong taste. Chinese liquor, hot pot, stinky tofu, preserved eggs, any one of them can make these foreigners kneel down and sing "Conquer".
Just like Bear Grylls, it took him more than ten years to climb to the top of the food chain, but before he could even gain a firm foothold, he was knocked down by Chinese fans with preserved eggs.
Maybe it's just that these country bumpkins don't know how to enjoy life.
Wang Ping summarized while sipping beer.
It may taste bad, but at least I can sit in a nightclub and drink again, right? Look, there are girls around me!
The noise of music and the dim flickering lights always have a rhythm that confuses people's minds. Before he knew it, Wang Ping had finished the beer in the cup. The last memory of a badger seemed to be looking into someone's eyes for a long time, probably.
When I woke up again, it was already the next morning.
When humans wake up from a hangover, they are often thirsty, have a headache, and feel swollen and numb in their limbs. But so far, no scientist has come to a conclusion about how animals feel when they wake up from a hangover.
Wang Ping could say with certainty that, although he was not sure about other animals, the honey badger would also feel thirsty, have a headache, and its limbs would be as soft as noodles when it woke up from a hangover.
It seems that alcohol is alcohol, and it is different from snake venom. No matter how immune your body is to all poisons, you will still vomit if you drink too much.
His sensitive nose smelled a mixture of beef, seafood, and alcohol, which should be from someone's vomit after drinking. Wang Ping shook his head, opened his eyes, and stared blankly at the blue sky above his head, his mind still a little confused.
Wait! Something seems to be wrong.
Wang Ping blinked, and his mind slowly began to recover.
Yes, why do I see the sky when I open my eyes instead of the ceiling of the hotel
Spicy next door! Gu Laosan threw me out on the street?!
Wang Ping sat up with a jerk and looked around in confusion.
There was a pool of vomit in the corner of the wall not far from me. No need to guess, since Gu Laosan was not here, it was obviously vomited by a badger himself.
Unwilling to face the fact that the badger could only hold one glass of alcohol, Wang Ping cursed inwardly, “African beer is so damn strong…”
In front of him was a cement cubicle of less than two square meters. In addition to an iron gate, the three sides were cement walls more than one meter high. On one side of the iron gate, there was a cement platform that looked like a food trough. In the open space in the cubicle, there was a broken mat and some weeds. A flat-headed fox, slightly larger than Wang Ping, was sleeping soundly on the mat.
Holy shit! Why does this scene look so familiar
Wang Ping knocked his head hard. It was just a drink. Was this another time travel, or a replay of reality
But if you look closely, this place is different from the zoo that Wang Ping first appeared in. At least there are no stones in the compartments, and the surrounding concrete walls are bare, without even a crack. There is also a wire mesh on the wall. There is also a big lock hanging on the iron gate.
Apparently, there are many people who know the habit of the flat-headed brother to escape from prison. At least under the current conditions, Wang Ping couldn't think of a way to escape for a while.
"Gu Lao San! Don't let me see you again! If I see you again, I will either beat you to death or write my character Wang upside down!"
Wang Ping was so angry that his teeth were itching. He just thought that Gu Lao San was a good person and would not treat him as a monster and hand him over to the country. But he didn't expect that someone would be so stubborn and actually send him back to the zoo.
The worst thing is that they even sent me here drunk. How insidious!
At this time, footsteps were heard outside the iron gate.
The black guy looked like the zookeeper, but he was not wearing any uniform. Instead, he was shirtless, wearing flowered shorts and slippers when he appeared outside the door.
“#￥#%￥…”
A completely incomprehensible language came out of the boy's mouth, as if he was calling out. Then, through the wall, the boy used a tin bucket to pour a pile of white food into the cement trough inside.
"No way... there's no snake this time?"
Wang Ping stared blankly at the other party taking back the tin bucket. Without even looking at Wang Ping, he turned around and walked away.
"Hiss..."
There was a noise, and the "roommate" on the mat woke up. He turned around and glanced at Wang Ping, then quickly ran to the trough and started eating with big mouthfuls.
emmm…
Wang Ping frowned his small black and white forehead and looked at a certain figure.
It's not just the environment, brother, you look familiar to me too!