My Wife is From a Thousand Years Ago

  Chapter 13 There must be traces

  It is difficult for Xu Qing to explain why people eat unhealthy junk food and cats need fine cat food, and can only use ‘I’ll know later’ to prevaricate the past.

  Happiness can only be understood, not in words.

Seeing that the sky was getting darker, Xu Qing hung up the penguin trumpet on the computer and opened the chat window. He repeatedly warned that he would not hide in the computer to talk, but after a thousand miles of sound transmission, he went out alone and took the bus to meet Qin Hao. Good place.

   "Mouse, where are you?"

   "Here! Here!"

  Qin Hao, who arrived first, was already sitting in the corner of the food stall, gnawing on edamame and waving his hand.

   "Hi, it's dark, I almost can't see you at night."

   Xu Qing turned to see Qin Hao, and smiled before he walked over: "Officer Qin has worked hard."

  "It was quite hard. Sit, sit, and fill you up first."

   "Can the police drink alcohol?"

   "Nonsense, why can't I drink when I'm not at work?" Qin Hao tugged at his clothes, "Normal clothes, do you see it?"

   "Okay, order."

  Twenty beef and lamb skewers, ten leeks and four kidneys, plus two roasted eggplants, and a box of beer.

  Neither of them like those fancy dishes. They mainly eat barbecued dishes. If they are not enough, continue to add them until you are full.

  "How is your job? What do you think of being an honorable police officer?"

   "Thinking of a fart, it's not the same as I imagined."

  When I mentioned this, Qin Hao grumbled, "I thought about fighting the gangsters, glorious wounded heroes and saving the beauty... No one! There are trivial things every day, you can't imagine how strange...

  A boy and girl friend quarreled and asked me to persuade me, and I went to mediate the conflicts in the neighborhood, and the two old ladies shouted at me across the door and called me to stop... I can't even touch a thief. I mediate and mediate every day, and I don't know where so many troubles come. "

   "It shows that the people live and work in peace and contentment, which is pretty good." Xu Qingle, "Does every policeman have your...heroic dream?"

  This best friend wanted to be a policeman since he was a child. However, he stopped growing after he was just over one meter six. After knowing that the minimum medical examination standard was 1.7 meters, he cried Xu Qing in his arms.

  At that time, the two of them were still in middle school, and Xu Qing, who was already more than 1.70 meters tall, comforted him and said that he would train his muscles, and he might be admitted exceptionally, thus starting his career as a muscular man—

  Fortunately, the later recruitment standards cancelled the height restriction, and changed to vertical jump. It was a disguised restriction. Qin Hao excitedly started practicing high jump every day, and now he finally got his wish.

   "Don't tell me, I'm almost dying, I just stared here before you arrived—"

Qin Hao took a sip of wine and motioned to the side of the road in a low voice, "I just wondered, if a gangster comes out and runs around with a knife, I will slap the table and jump out to fight him... It's made up."

   "...what and what, stop dreaming."

  Xu Qing was a little guilty for some reason, and the gangster ran around with a knife. Isn't this what Jiang He looked like when he first came?

  No, she is holding a sword... Fortunately, there were not many people on the street during the heavy rain that day.

  While talking nonsense for a while, forty meat skewers were grilled and served on the table. The two of them touched the wine bottles and ate them.

   "Well, I have something to ask, I don't know if you don't know it clearly." Seven or eight strings were swept away in one breath, and Xu Qing sat upright and spoke nonchalantly.

   "Let's talk, what's the matter?" Qin Hao didn't lift his head, and competed with the skewers.

   "Well...what if, if a homeless man has amnesia and wants to get an ID card to work, but he doesn't have any identity certificate, what should I do?"

"Ok…"

  TonsTonsTons...

  Qin Hao raised his neck and blew a small half bottle of wine, he breathed out: "It can't be done, it can't be done."

   "How can it be impossible to do it?"

  "This is a black household, what should I do?"

  "It's only those who are unaccompanied, but not those who are not." Xu Qing vomited.

  "Who is going to do it? Your friend? A dark household?" Qin Hao suddenly became interested.

   "My third uncle's neighbour and nephew asked me to ask, he has a friend that is very complicated..."

   "Shoot."

  Qin Hao laughed and scolded, “Unless you can provide proof of identity, such as finding your parents, providing blood test, or... anyway, it’s complicated. If you don’t have any proof, you can come out of nowhere. Don’t even think about it.”

  Xu Qing ate two bites of skewers in silence, put her eyes on the road, and then asked after a while: "Then you run into an unidentified black household, and you are just a homeless man, how did you deal with it?"

  "Why do you deal with people?...Unless you behave suspiciously, just ask three times to see if you can find a fugitive."

   "Which one to ask and which three to check?"

   "Just...it's wrong, you have something." Qin Hao frowned, feeling that things were not easy.

  Although this product is usually very curious, it just doesn’t feel right.

   "I have something to do. How long have you just been in the job, you are suffering from a madness... Is it possible that I still harbored a fugitive and came to you, the policeman, to find a way to cover up his identity?"

  Xu Qing despised him, squinting at him.

   "...also."

  Qin Hao thinks about it, it seems that it is indeed the case.

Picked up the wine bottle and touched Xu Qing, took a couple of sips, and took a bunch of lotteries. He chewed and said, "Just ask first, ask for basic information, and see if he can show his identity through his self-memory, and what if he has amnesia. He’s pretending to be stupid, so he has to investigate."

   "Three checks? What do you check?"

   "Missing persons, dna information check the database of trafficked persons, or whether they are fugitives."

   "Are there any problems with those three checks?"

   "No problem... Oh, what are you asking for?" Qin Hao was puzzled, but didn't think it was right.

   "I'm looking for a conversation, otherwise, what are we two big men talking about? Are you in love?" Xu Qing continued to despise, "Forget it, if you ask you again, maybe you have to torture me..."

  He stretched out his hands and put them on the table, happily: "Would you like to look it up with me? Haven't experienced it yet, maybe check it like this, hey! Missing people, I was picked up by my old man."

  "Go, go, net nonsense, I think you are from Nanshan Second Hospital..." Qin Hao dismissed, "If the three checks fail, check the entry foreigners and registered mental patients-I think you are like a mental illness."

   "What if neither?"

   "I just let it go, what can I do? People didn't commit a crime."

  "..."

  Xu Qing thought for a while and was not quite right, "What about his ID card? Shouldn't it be solved by someone?"

  "Provide information to do it."

   "No information."

   "Can't do it."

  "..."

  Xu Qingdan hurts, "People didn’t commit a crime, why didn’t they do it?"

   "Because he has no information."

  Qin Hao made a full burp, and poked the sign on the table, "Look, if I take a knife now, I will stabb you to death..."

  "Don't stab me, stab others." Xu Qing was disgusted.

"Okay, then I'll go to the street... Bah, if you take a knife to the street and stabb someone to death, go to the stick and go back to Jiangcheng or go somewhere else, saying that you have amnesia, and you don't know if you have not passed it. Origins, and then you create a new identity and start over—is this appropriate?"

   Seeing Xu Qing not speaking, Qin Hao was happy, holding a sign and pointing Jiangshan, "As long as this person has existed, there must be traces. There must be no people who have appeared out of thin air. If there is, this person must have a problem."

  He shook his head and shook his head, threw away the lottery, picked up a string and handed it to his mouth, "Where you pass, you will leave a trace...this is the father of forensics, Edmund Rocca said, the golden rule."

   "Wake up, you are now a policeman, mediating the old lady's quarrel."

   "...grass."

  (End of this chapter)