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Mo Momo wanted to cry a little, but also wanted to laugh a little.

The expression on the delicate face is very complicated. There are faint traces of tears hanging from the corners of the eyes, and there is a hint of charm between the brows.

She knew she didn't blame this man, but she couldn't help being sad or angry.

Mo Mo sighed silently, stood up, and the quilt fell off, revealing her exquisite body, exposed to the air, with a subtle fragrance.

There was a bloodstain on the man's forehead, and the snow-white sheets were dyed dark red. His face was dirty, his hair was messy, and his beard was long. At first glance, he was not a normal person, but for Mo Momo, he was an eternal man.

For her now, not having any intersection is the best outcome.

Even though he was a beggar, it was a beggar who occupied her body, which made her want to cry.

She wanted to laugh again. Failure to protect her innocence was the worst possible outcome. The only thing that could comfort her was that she didn't have the advantage of the second generation ancestor who coveted her body.

Momomo bent down and picked up the torn underwear from the ground. There was only a silk thread connecting the suspender belt, which was obviously unwearable.

Momo thought of last night, sighed softly, and rubbed her temples with her fingers. The aftereffects of being drugged gave her a headache. She had no memory of what happened last night. She only had sporadic memories in her mind, such as when she took the initiative to attack herself.

Go up...she really doesn't remember anything about the rest.

"It's easy for you guys."

Mo Mo murmured silently, picked up her dress and put it on. Although she was wearing nothing underneath, it did not hinder her exquisite figure.

She simply packed up her things, walked to the door of the room, turned around, looked at the unconscious person, bit her lip, and turned to leave.

Love? Never talk about it.

He is just a passer-by in her life, no one belongs to anyone, and no one knows anyone.

Maybe that man was just someone who lived under the bridge, and was knocked unconscious and thrown into his room.

For Mo Momo, the two will never see each other again.

Even as soon as Mo Momo left the room, she couldn't remember what the man looked like.

As a woman, the first time is always very unforgettable.

Goodbye, stranger.

No, never again!

Not long after Mo Momo left, the man's eyelids moved and then opened, and the sunlight hit him, making him frown and his eyes were full of confusion.

Where is this place?

who I am?

These two thoughts occupied his brain.

I have been recalling it for a long time, but I can't remember anything.

He has lost his memory.

In other words, he is no longer the same person.

When he opened the quilt, he saw at first glance that he was not wearing anything. This made him stunned. He really couldn't remember what happened last night, but when he saw the red on the white sheets, he felt a little uncomfortable in his body.

nature.

Damn, what happened?

Did I sleep with someone else, or did someone else sleep with me?

The man rubbed his head and sat on the bed thinking for a long time but couldn't think of a reason. So he didn't want to think about it anymore. He walked to the bathroom naked and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar people in the mirror. The man couldn't help but reach out to

The cold feeling of the mirror came through his fingertips, and a sudden flash of inspiration came to his chaotic mind. Since he couldn't think of anything, he should go find the police uncle.

His appearance in the mirror was a little bad. His hair was as long and messy as a chicken coop, and his beard was half a finger long. Not to mention the dirty look on his face, the finger-long scars on his forehead made him feel like he was

Broken appearance.

This made it difficult for him to imagine how the woman who slept with him last night could endure it?

Just the pungent smell alone made it unbearable even for him. How could he sleep with a woman like this? Looking at the decoration of this hotel, it cost several hundred or even thousands a night.

How can he have money, let alone find wild cats?

The man took a complete bath in the hotel bathroom. The muddy water in the bathtub alone was enough to raise fish. After shaving his beard and simply trimming his hair with scissors, he finally looked like a man.

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He looked at his handsome appearance in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction.

As for what to wear...

He looked at the pile of unknown rags on the ground and didn't know what to think for a moment.

Fortunately, Mo Momo didn't know why. There was a stack of red banknotes neatly placed on the bedside. The man looked at the stack of banknotes with mixed feelings in his heart. What on earth is this? I've been prostituted? What on earth is this?

Who has such strong taste that he comes to prostitute a beggar?

Calling the guest room phone and having someone randomly deliver a set of clothes cost him one-third of his money, but he couldn't do it without spending money. Could it be that he went out with his buttocks naked?

As for the room fee, it’s not enough for him to pay for it.

Standing on the street outside the hotel, the dazzling sunlight shone on his face, making him dizzy. In a daze, something seemed to flood into his mind, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

After wandering on the street all morning, he stood outside the police station near noon, wondering whether he should go in or not.

He can't even remember his last name now, so how could he have an ID card or something like that? But without an ID card, he would be unable to move around in this world. Before he lost his memory, he might not have been able to use it as a beggar, but now he

Although I have lost my memory, my thinking is normal, so how can I become a beggar again?

Therefore, ID cards must still be prepared.

But he knew that he was a beggar before, so what should he do with his identity certificate?

"Young man, what's the matter?"

A middle-aged policeman happened to walk to the door. He had been paying attention to the young man for a while. Seeing that he had hesitated to come forward, he took the initiative to ask. After all, this is one of the responsibilities of the police.

The man smiled shyly: "I, I want to apply for an ID card."

The middle-aged policeman smiled and said: "Bring your household registration certificate to the place of household registration and you can apply."

The man shook his head.

The middle-aged policeman asked strangely: "You don't have your household registration certificate with you? Are you from out of town? Then ask your family to fax a copy over, and we can make a temporary one for you."

The man continued to shake his head.

The middle-aged policeman looked at him silently.

The man thought for a while and asked: "Uncle, how can I get an ID card if I don't have a household registration certificate?"

"You don't have a household registration? How is that possible! Young man, did you not bring it with you or something else?"

The man replied: "Probably not. I don't even remember my last name."

He didn't even know his name? The middle-aged man noticed the scar on his forehead. He said in surprise: "Are you injured?" Then he shouted in surprise: "Is it possible that you have lost your memory?"

The man raised his hand and touched the scar, and nodded: "Probably."

The middle-aged policeman looked at him strangely for a while: "Even if you lose your memory, you can't remember nothing at all, right? You can't even remember your parents and where your home is?"

The man continued to nod: "I don't have any memory. I was in the hotel when I woke up this morning. But I think I was a homeless person before."

The middle-aged man said several interesting things in his mouth. He looked up at the sky and saw that the sun was getting brighter.

"Come in with me first. I'll help you check if there are any records of yours on the computer."

"Thank you so much, uncle."