At this moment, she did not realize that she was no longer in F Country.
This was a garbage dump. The big gates were open with the lights on. Aubrey calmed down when she saw someone was there. She immediately ran forward and shouted out, "Hello, hi!"
Before she could see the man coming out clearly, she asked a series of questions quickly, but what she spoke was the language of F Country.
As an old and lonesome gatekeeper, this man prepared some food and wine for an enjoyable meal. However he was suddenly startled by this strange person, as well as her weird dresses, and the language she spoke.
"Oh, hey, who is this? Don't try to scare me!" The old man patted his heart and said angrily, preparing to take the broom for self-protection.
Aubrey was shocked. She looked at the old man's obvious H Country-looking and the surrounding environment, then she stammered, "Where, where is this?"
Well, subconsciously, the question was still in the F Country's language.
"What the hell is she talking about? Dressing like this at night, she must be a lunatic." The old man muttered with a dark face. He didn't bother to look at her and hesitated to call the police.
After all, Aubrey's personal life was chaotic and it was common for her to be naked at home, no wonder that the gatekeeper would think that way. Even though she was wearing a sling pajama outside, the collar was so wide that it was almost half exposed, and there was nothing under the pajama.
Fortunately, it was dark and there were no others around. Otherwise, what would have happened?
Listening to the old man's muttering, Aubrey was so angry but fortunately, she regained her senses. After a deep breath, she had a bad feeling and finally spoke in H Country's language.
"Excuse me, where is this?"
The old man waved his hand angrily, "You came here by yourself but don't know where this is? Look at the door. Recycling station. This is a garbage dump here."
What?
Aubrey trembled in shock. No wonder that she felt a sour smell in the air. It turned out to be a recycling station here.
She wanted to get away immediately, but there were still questions to ask. She could only stand there stiffly.
"So, excuse me, is this... F Country?" She looked at the signs next to her, which were all in H Country's language, and she felt a little stunned.
The old man frowned and looked at her as if she were a lunatic, "F Country? How about M Country? Go, get out of here, go away quickly. Why did you behave like this in my place?
At this moment, he had already determined that Aubrey must be mentally ill. He felt unlucky and was in no mood to eat or drink anything.
Aubrey gritted her teeth. She was almost certain that this was not F Country, but H Country. The problem was... She had just fainted for a while, and when she woke up, she even did not know where she was. This was simply unacceptable to her.
Until that moment, her mind was still in a muddle. She had no idea why the man had made her dizzy and bring her back to H Country.
Suddenly, Aubrey got a clue, and Sheldon's face came to her mind.
She just broke up with Sheldon a few days ago, and she threatened him. Now that she had fallen to this, could it be Sheldon that did it?
The more Aubrey thought about it, the more likely she felt it was. Her face turned livid and she wished that she could rush to Sheldon and scratch his face with blood. But now, she didn't even know where she was.
The more frustrating thing was that she didn't have any money, not even a piece of clothing that she could wear to walk on the street. Even if she was open-minded, she had to face the situation.
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