The Night Behind

Lao Liu was lying on the table, his food and wine had been fucked until nothing was left. He had gone to the toilet twice to vomit. I looked at the two mobile phones on his table, took out the instrument, picked out one of the mobile phones and plugged the data cable into it. The green light of the instrument flashed, a progress bar popped up on the screen, and the percentage slowly went from zero to one hundred.