I opened my eyes, and my head felt like it was splitting in two. The aftereffects of last night's bottle of Maotai were far worse than I had imagined. I rubbed my temples, but my fingers touched not the familiar silk sheets, but a rough straw mat.
"What the hell..."
I sat up abruptly and looked around. This was a crude wooden room, with a few constable uniforms that you would only see in period dramas hanging on the wall. My jeans and T-shirt were gone, replaced by a coarse linen tunic.
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