Chapter 25 Chapter 25 How to Find the Little Siren

Little Siren stayed in the hospital. At first, he wondered why the nurses and doctors in the hospital called him Xiaobingbing.However, he didn't think to ask why he was called by such a strange name.He was mentally dulled by the concussion, and his brain didn't work as well as it used to.Later, his intelligence gradually recovered, but he had unknowingly gotten used to the new name, so, after a few days, he already thought that he was called Xiaosaobing.When someone called this name, he just shivered sometimes and didn't answer right away.It seemed that he had to think about it first, was it him or who?

The doctor, Little Bandage, noticed the strange behavior of the little siren, but he thought it was a kind of pathology, which stimulated and inhibited the nervous system.He continued to use his own method, that is, the method of laughing, for treatment.But at first, all the jokes didn't work with the patient.However, the intelligence of the little siren gradually recovered, and a knowing smile began to appear on his face.Incidentally, this proves that little people's ability to understand jokes depends on their intellectual development. Little Bandage, the doctor, noticed more and more smiles on Little Siren's face, so he decided to transfer to the second medical stage, that is, to stop telling jokes and read interesting books aloud instead.For this purpose, he read to Little Siren a copy of "Thirty-Three Happy Little Crows" written by the famous writer Little Rubber Band.The little siren laughed loudly after listening to this book.This greatly encouraged Dr. Little Bandage.He decided that the patient could read it by himself now, and he brought a large pile of newspapers to the patient, on which there were a large number of jokes about the disappearance of the police siren.

However, all these jokes did not make the police siren feel funny.After he saw his name in the newspaper, he remembered that he himself was the missing police siren, not the little biscuit that the people in the hospital called him at all.The little siren's consciousness was fully awake, and he remembered everything that happened in the past: he waved the magic wand without knowing it, and the wall of the police station collapsed.The little siren threw the newspaper aside and wanted to jump up from the bed, but the doctor said, "Lie down, lie down, little biscuit! Where did you suddenly think?"

"I'm not a little biscuit at all, but a little police siren." The little siren replied. "I must get back to my post as soon as possible to catch the magician and take his magic stick. He has destroyed the house with the magic stick, and may cause great harm to the residents." Little Bandage, the doctor, knew that there were patients who were delusional and dreamy, as if they were being persecuted by witches, sorcerers, or wicked magicians.Therefore, he patiently explained to the little siren that there were no magicians, but the little siren affirmed that he had personally seen a magician destroy the wall of the police station.

"What does this magician look like?" The doctor asked with a smile. "Just like all little people, except he wears yellow trousers and has a magic wand in his hand," replied the little siren. "Well, these are obviously your illusions." The doctor said with a small bandage: "Where have you seen little people wearing yellow trousers? There is no such fashion!" "It's just not right. According to the yellow trousers, you can easily recognize him and take the magic stick." The doctor's little bandage shook his head regretfully, and stretched his hand to the patient's forehead, wondering if he had a fever.Then he said, "Maybe you have a headache?"

"I don't have a headache at all!" replied the little siren angrily. "It's just that you don't think it hurts, but it does," said the little bandage. "We put ice on your head and you feel better right away." The doctor's little bandage called the nurse and said, "Nurse, put ice on the buns." "I've already told you, I'm not a small sesame seed cake, I'm a police siren!" "Okay, okay." The little bandage comforted him. "Patients often imagine themselves as various famous people after a concussion. If you see a famous police siren in a newspaper, you think you are a siren."

"No, I was originally the little siren." "Okay, then if you look at your ID, you will be sure that you are Xiao Shaobing, not Little Siren. Nurse, bring Xiao Shaobing's ID." The nurse brought Xiao Shaobing's jacket and took out a driver's license from his pocket. "Okay, let's see what's written here." Little Bandage said, holding the license in his hand. "You live on Macaroni Street?" "Yes." The little siren said with certainty. "In the house at number 37?" "In house number 37." "That is to say, you are a small biscuit."

"impossible!" "How is it impossible? Look, here is the black word written on the white paper, 'Small Biscuits'... See it? One by one, 'Small Biscuits'." The little siren took the license, read what was written on it, and asked incomprehensibly: "Look, it's true: 'Little Shaobing, who lives in Room 66, No. 37, Macaroni Street...' But please allow me to ask, why Is it room 66? Actually, I live in room 99." "Well, it looks like your brain has been smashed and turned upside down," said Little Bandage. "You turned number 66 upside down, isn't that number 99?"

The little siren turned the license upside down and said with a smile: "Look, it's really 99! Then if I'm a small sesame seed, I'm not a small siren; that is... hell! I'm not a small siren, I'm a small sesame seed! I'm right ?" "Exactly." Little Bandage said affirmatively. "But don't worry, you'd better get yourself to sleep. When you wake up, you'll forget all about the siren. I was wrong. I shouldn't have let you read these papers." The little siren gradually calmed down and soon fell asleep. However, after this conversation, the doctor began to think about it.He didn't suspect that the small biscuits were not small biscuits.No!He firmly believes that small sesame cakes are small sesame cakes.But he was still worried.Picked up the driver's license, set off to 37 Macaroni Street, went up to the fourth floor, and rang the bell in front of the door of Room 66.Little Joke opened the door for him.

"Excuse me, is there a little biscuit living here?" the doctor Xiao Biao asked. "Yes, please come in." Little joke replied. When the doctor entered the room, Xiao Joke said to Xiao Shaobing who was sitting on the sofa. "Hey, Xiao Shaobing, someone is looking for you, I'm not joking!" Xiao Shaobing got up to meet Xiao Bandage. "Then, you are the little biscuits?" The little bandage felt strange when he saw the real little biscuits in front of him. "Yes, it's me. Why am I not a small biscuit?" "Yes, yes, of course!" Little Bandage quickly agreed. "Why aren't you a biscuit? ... But the point is, we already have a biscuit there, which is to say...hell... You said you didn't accidentally lose your driver's license?"

"Why not? Why not?" Xiao Shaobing was very happy. "I lost it... no, that is, I didn't lose it, and the queer man who spent the night took it with my jacket." Doctor Little Bandage took out the license from his pocket and showed it to Xiao Shaobing. "It's mine, it's not bad at all!" Seeing the license, Xiao Shaobing yelled. "How did it get into your hands?" The doctor, Little Bandage, joked to Little Biscuit and Little Joke about the little man that the little girl Little Poppy sent to their hospital.Little Joker and Little Biscuits also told the doctor that that night, the little man fell asleep in their room for some reason, and when he left, he put on Xiao Shaobing's short coat by mistake. Xiaojoke and Xiaobingbing picked up the jacket of the little siren and went to the hospital with the doctor.As soon as they saw the sleeping siren, they recognized it at once, and were sure that it was the same little man they had met at home that night.They took the short coats of the small sesame seed cakes and left, and they also asked to come to visit the patient the next day, well, ask him carefully how he broke into their room that night. As soon as the little joke and the little biscuits left, the doctor's little bandage began to think carefully: "Now I understand that our little biscuit is not a small biscuit. If he is not a small biscuit, then he is undoubtedly someone else. It is the missing police siren." After reaching this conclusion, the doctor Xiao Bang called the newspaper editorial department and said: The missing police siren is not missing at all, but is in their hospital.The reporter from the newspaper immediately came to the hospital. He first talked with the doctor Xiao Bandage and the police siren, and then went to interview Xiao Qiao and Xiao Shaobing to learn everything they knew about this matter.Then I went to the little girl, Little Poppy, and asked her about the situation in detail. Finally, I went to the police station, visited the collapsed place, and had a talk with the police sentry. The next morning, the newspaper reported in detail the disappearance of the police siren, and the whole city was shaken by the unexpected news.The residents snatched the newspaper from their hands, and finally found the small police siren on it, which caused a sensation in the city.Everyone was talking about the little siren. I didn't know that I went to the Chess City early in the morning to play chess with the automatic chess machine "Savage".He found groups of little people here and there, reading newspapers and discussing something enthusiastically.I don't know that it's very strange, I really want to know what they talk about, but playing chess attracts him, and he doesn't want to give up the chess game he has started.At this time, Xiao Xianer came running, and she ran fast, waving the newspaper in her hand. "I don't know," she called out when she saw her in the distance, "the little siren has been found!" "Where is the little siren?" Quan asked inexplicably. He had forgotten the little siren. "Hey, it's the missing little siren." I didn't know it all immediately.He ran to Xiaoxian'er, snatched the newspaper from her hand, and read it.In the newspaper, there are talks about jokes and biscuits, descriptions of little poppies, introductions by police officers, little bandages by doctors, and everything that police sirens themselves say.The little siren affirmed that it was the magician in light yellow pants who destroyed the wall of the police station.From this, it was easy to find him, and wrest that wicked wand out of his hand. Unaware of reading through these affirmative conversations from Siren, it was terribly frightening.His face was pale with fright, and he sat on the bench, covering his pale yellow trousers with a newspaper.Seeing his behavior, Xiaoxian'er couldn't help laughing. "What's the matter with you? You don't know at all," she asked. "Oh, I see! You're wearing yellow trousers too, and you're afraid you'll be taken for a magician, aren't you?" "Yes." Knowingly admitted. "Why aren't you shy? You don't know anything!" Xiao Xianer yelled. "Don't you know that there are no magicians in the world?" "Why did the little siren say he saw the magician?" "That's just nonsense!" Xiao Xian'er replied in unison. "Little siren is sick. He's talking nonsense and his mind is out of order. You see what the doctor said about little bandage." I don't know how to start reading the conversation about the doctor's small bandages in the newspaper.The doctor's little bandage said: The police siren has not fully recovered.His intelligence has not fully recovered after the brain shock, and his mind is still confused, so the patient is talking nonsense about magicians in yellow pants.In other words, he thought he had seen a magician.However, he had never seen any magician.However, this condition of the patient will pass.At present, he still needs to be hospitalized, because such nonsense patients are very dangerous to the people around him. Knowing that Siren would not be discharged soon from the newspaper, he was relieved, but he didn't even dare to get up from his chair because he felt that everyone was looking at his yellow trousers. "You're such a weirdo!" said Xiao Xian'er. "You seem to be the only one who wears yellow trousers. Look around!" I don't know how to look around, and found that there are many little people wearing yellow trousers. "Do you remember that when you were visiting our factory, the artist Little Button designed a pattern of yellow trousers?" Xiao Xianer said. "Now the factory has already made this kind of trousers. Since yesterday, yellow trousers have been displayed in various stores. Now, this is the most fashionable color here!"