Industrial Alcohol

　　Zhou Zukun didn't respond, and he took the wine glass and poured it into his mouth.

　　"Don't drink!"

　　Jing Xiaoran slapped one hand and knocked the wine glass in Zhou Zukun's hand to the ground.

　　Zhou Zukun was stagnant, and Wei Xun woke up a bit from his drunkenness.

　　"Xiao Ran, what's the matter?"

　　Jing Xiaoran frowned, poured a few drops of white wine into his palm, and rubbed it vigorously.

　　He placed the palm of his hand on the tip of his nose, and a choking scent rushed into his head.

　　"This is fake wine!" Jing Xiaoran's expression changed, "alcoholic wine!"

　　He recalled his previous life when he encountered a bad incident of industrial alcohol blending in the emergency department.

　　It was a large-scale family gathering at the time, and the host used artificial alcohol blended wine to entertain the guests.

　　Jing Xiaoran's memory is still fresh, because it was he who received the consultation in person. He clearly remembered the tragic situation at that time, and the whole room was full of people with alcoholism.

　　Zhou Zukun blushed and chuckled, "Xiao Ran, don't make a fuss, there are so many fake wines on the market."

　　Merchants are chasing profits. China's wine industry is so developed, and the sale of fake wine has formed a huge industrial chain.

　　Jing Xiaoran shook his head: "If it is ordinary alcohol mixed with wine, I will definitely not be able to find it if the amount is small."

　　"But this bottle of wine..." Jing Xiaoran paused and continued, "It's definitely not ordinary alcohol blending, it's probably industrial alcohol! If it's really industrial alcohol blending, drinking too much will kill you."

　　The surrounding students noticed what Jing Xiaoran said, and everyone's faces were puzzled.

　　"What is industrial alcohol? Is it so serious? But with so many fake alcohol on the market, why didn't it say that someone drank it to death?"

　　"No, I heard from my father that a family got married and used industrial alcohol to entertain guests."

　　"It's miserable! But I want to say, how did Jing Xiaoran know that this is a fake wine? I just smelled it, and it feels the same?"

　　The restaurant owner is a middle-aged man in his 40s, and he also noticed what happened to Jing Xiaoran.

　　Hearing Jing Xiaoran saying that this is fake wine, he stared at him and walked out from the front desk immediately, touching his greasy and thin hair, and said solemnly, "Hey, this little brother, you can eat rice but you can't mess with it. eat."

　　"My house is a time-honored brand. I have been in this street for more than ten years. Most of them are repeat customers. How can I sell fake wine?"

　　"What's more, look at the other tables. Which of these old men is younger than you? Why didn't they drink it? This is fake wine?"

　　There are still several tables in the restaurant, and there are even a group of uncles who are having dinner together and drank a lot of liquor. There are several bottles of liquor of the same brand on the table.

　　The uncle at the table next to him joked, "Little brother, did you send it by the owner of the restaurant on the opposite street?"

　　"Haha..." Everyone roared with laughter.

　　Many guests at other tables around looked at Jing Xiaoran. There were a few empty wine bottles that had been finished on their tables. If it were fake wine, they would have tasted it a long time ago.

　　Jing Xiaoran did not speak, took out a transparent empty glass, poured half a cup of boiled water, and then poured half a cup of white wine.

　　"Alcohol-blended wine is soluble in water and mixed with clear water. The glass is clear."

　　Everyone's eyes were attracted by Jing Xiaoran.

　　Jing Xiaoran picked up the wine glass and began to shake it gently.

　　"Wine without blending, or wine with a small amount of blending, will appear cloudy in the glass."

　　Jing Xiaoran raised his glass, everyone looked up.

　　A piece of clarification in the cup!

　　The people in the restaurant were in an uproar. Everyone heard this for the first time, and it seemed to make sense.

　　"Haha, you found this method online, I haven't heard of selling alcohol for so many years." The restaurant owner said with a black face, "You little kids, just don't drink liquor! Hmph, dare you say I'm a fake liqueur!"

　　The restaurant owner walked to Jing Xiaoran's table and stepped forward to take the bottle of liquor.

　　Jing Xiaoran stretched out his hand and got the bottle of liquor first.

　　"Since you said this bottle is real wine, what are you grabbing?" Jing Xiaoran raised his brows. If he said that he had doubts before, but now he is sure that it is a fake wine.

　　"You guys don't drink anymore, what do you want this wine for?" The restaurant owner is a tall, middle-aged man in his forties. He looked condescendingly at Jing Xiaoran, with a slight aura.

　　"And you haven't given money yet! This wine is mine!"

　　Jing Xiaoran smiled: "It's impossible to give you wine, we have already called the police! Right, gold?"

　　Jin Mian was still drunk, and when he heard his name in a daze, he nodded mechanically.

　　"Call the police?" The restaurant owner raised his mouth, took a step back, and joked, "Who are you scaring? Still calling the police? I said I didn't sell fake wine, but I didn't sell it!"

　　"You guys get it out of me, I don't need the money for this meal, get it out of me!"

　　Liu Xiaomei supported Jin Mian and whispered to the side: "Xiao Ran, let's go, don't make a big noise! ​​Even if it's fake wine, it's not just their family selling it, we can't manage it."

　　Many classmates on the table echoed Liu Xiaomei's words. Jing Xiaoran's hand holding the wine bottle tightened. He glanced at the classmates who were still drunk, and hesitated in his heart.

　　But what he has in his hands is not ordinary fake wine. Industrial alcohol contains many toxic substances. If you really drink it, it will cause abdominal pain and vomiting, or become unconscious or unconscious, and eventually the organ functions will be impaired.

　　"Ah! It hurts..."

　　At this time, an exclamation came from the corner on the side of the restaurant.

　　Everyone in the restaurant looked over.

　　A young man in his twenties was lying on the ground, rolling incessantly.

　　There were three young people at the same table with him. One of them was still fighting wine, and the other two fell asleep on the table.

　　"Monkey! What's wrong with you?" The companion who was still drinking squatted down and asked.

　　"It hurts! My stomach hurts!"

　　"Bad stomach after eating?" the companion said.

　　"No...no! It's not the feeling of eating a bad stomach!"

　　"Wait, I feel dizzy and nauseous." The companion stood up, clutching his head.

　　"It doesn't work, it hurts!"

　　The young man lying on the ground rolled back and forth crazily, and the boy holding his head suddenly fell to the ground.

　　Everyone was stunned by this scene and stood up one after another. Some guests ran outside in a panic.

　　"Xiaomei, hit 120!" Jing Xiaoran shouted, and ran over to the boy who fell on the ground. "The other classmates go outside the restaurant first, and help those who are drunk to get out!"

　　"Jing Xiaoran,

But... but I don't have a cell phone! "Liu Xiaomei shouted.

　　"Jin Mian has it, hit him, hurry up!"

　　"Ah! Okay!" Liu Xiaomei quickly took out the phone from Jin Miao's pocket.

　　The restaurant owner's face was pale, and he didn't care if there were any customers who ran away without checking out. He ran up behind Jing Xiaoran.

　　"They...no... are they alright." The restaurant owner swallowed, cold sweat on his face.

　　"A high probability is artificial alcohol poisoning!" Jing Xiaoran didn't raise his head, "you dare to say that you didn't sell fake wine?"

　　"But... I'm... not..." The restaurant owner hesitated to speak.

　　Jing Xiaoran ignored the restaurant owner and lifted the two boys who had fallen to his feet to check their physical condition. They were quite stable.

　　"Actually, I have sold a lot in the past few days!" The restaurant owner finally let go, and he helped Jing Xiaoran to support the two boys on the chair. "But nothing happened recently? How do you know how bad luck is today?"

　　Jing Xiaoran snorted coldly, "Unlucky? How many bottles did they drink?"

　　The table top of this table is full of six or seven liquor bottles.

　　"The two of them won't have a big deal, right?" The restaurant owner was no longer as aggressive as he was before, and kept asking Jing Xiaoran.

　　"They may not have a big problem, but those two who slept on the wine table are in big trouble!"

　　"I took the initiative to call 110 and surrendered to sell fake wine. If we called and said you were selling fake wine, the nature would be different!"

　　The look of the restaurant owner was already in a panic.

　　"Call the police? I...then my shop?"

　　If he calls the police, don't even think about opening his store! He may even be fined and sentenced.

　　"Do you still want this store? If people die, let alone your store, that is your fate!"

　　"Ah! I..." The restaurant owner shivered, his eyes dull, "Dead...dead?"

　　Jing Xiaoran ignored him and told the two young men who were still awake to vomit as much as possible. Then he ran to the two boys who were already sleeping, patted them on the shoulders, and tried to wake them up.

　　"Hi! Buddy, wake up!" Jing Xiaoran shouted in their ears.

　　But neither of the boys reacted at all.

　　"Did they drink too much! Sleeping too hard?" Liu Xiaomei walked in after sending Jin Miao out of the store. She was one of the few who was not drunk.

　　"Impossible!" Jing Xiaoran looked solemn, and he reached out and pinched the arms of the two of them. "There is no way to wake them up from the pain."

　　"They should be in a coma! Poisoning caused by industrial alcohol!"

　　"Ah? What should I do!"

　　Jing Xiaoran shook his head: "There is no way. People who are unconscious cannot induce vomiting. Clean up the fake wine on the table and can only wait for the ambulance to come."

　　"Fortunately, looking at the time when the other two companions appeared symptoms, they should not have been in a coma for too long!"

　　The restaurant owner paced back and forth in the shop, looking at the two people lying on the table in a coma from time to time.

　　"Oh, what to do, what to do!" The restaurant owner kept sighing, "It's over!"

　　"You said why do you use industrial alcohol to mix wine?" Jing Xiaoran should have placed the two people in a coma. "This is industrial alcohol! Not our usual edible alcohol! Drinking too much will kill you!"

　　The restaurant owner looked sad and said: "I don't know what industrial alcohol is. I heard relatives say that this alcohol is cheap and tastes similar, so I tried it.

　　"Who knows that if you drink this wine, you will die!"