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Police station.

"Name."

"Wu Fan."

"gender."

"male."

"age."

"4...31?"

I wanted to say 43, but from the outside, I don’t look like a person who lives in Bensi. Changing my registered address is actually a useless struggle. Without an ID card, the time on both sides may not match up. The household registration information cannot be verified and cannot be changed.

The fate of a black household. Otherwise, if I could just be alone, why would I have to go to a black Internet cafe? The smell of socks there is stronger and the mouse button is greasier.

"..."

"Profession."

"Druid."

"..."

"Oh no, I am unemployed and unemployed." Look at my mouth.

After a moment of silence, a girl in police uniform brought hot water. I quickly thanked me. I was really thirsty, so I took a few sips to calm down my shock.

The police officer who asked the question, the uncle with thick eyebrows at the beginning, saw me holding the hot water and drinking it, and his serious face changed, his tone became gentle, and his kind face seemed to have mother's rice bowl written on it.

"Don't worry, it's just a routine inquiry. There won't be any big problems. Everyone who uses counterfeit money cannot be making counterfeit money."

"Hmm... um." Actually, I really was.

"I think you are also a victim of counterfeit money, right."

"Why?"

"Your expression is too calm. Based on my years of experience, you don't look like a bad person."

That's necessary. Isn't it just to enter the bureau and go to jail? You are rich in experience, and I am also rich in experience in the Dark Continent.

"Are you married?" The uncle lit a cigarette and handed another one.

I shook my head: "It's over."

"Then there should be a child."

"Yes...it counts, right?"

"Being a father is not easy. I have been a policeman for more than 20 years and have arrested countless criminals, but I can't do anything about my own brat." He put out the cigarette butt he just lit and sighed heavily.

"Fortunately, my daughter is well behaved." I sat up straight with a stern expression. If you mention this, I won't feel sleepy anymore.

The uncle wanted to talk about something. The heroic young lady just now came to the uncle's side, handed over a piece of information, murmured a few words in a low voice, and glanced at me lightly.

"Can I see your ID card?" The uncle asked casually while looking at the information.

"Ah...I don't think I have...huh?"

I planned to show off, touched my pocket, and then indicated that I didn't bring it, but when I touched it, my pocket was bulging, and I took out a wallet. I was confused at that time.

Is this...did I not notice it before, or did it suddenly appear now?

After all, in the Dark Continent, there are inventory boxes and storage boxes. Who among serious adventurers would bring such things? It’s not surprising to ignore them for a while, but is it really just ignoring them? Didn’t it just come out of nowhere?

There was a big question mark on my forehead, and I opened my wallet casually. There was a wad of money, a few cards, and... ID card!

If I had known about this thing, I would have gone to some black Internet cafe and played with matryoshka dolls.

He took out his ID card and quickly glanced at the identity information before handing it over.

Wu Fan, XXXX, XX, month XX, looked at the year on the wall calendar, and it was set that he was in his early thirties.

I was so angry at that time, I performed impromptu and fabricated things on the spot, it was really yours, a fantasy!!!!!!

From this point of view, there is no need to worry about the household registration information. Whether it is considered a black account or not, I don’t know whether to complain about the excellent experience or the extremely poor experience.

But in a nutshell, it’s just taking off your pants and farting. You’re in a fantasy world. If you don’t create more good things to make everyone happy, you just dwell on the details. Isn’t that interesting?

After carefully comparing the ID card and information, the uncle looked over with a bit more understanding and...pity?

"Okay, Mr. Wu, thank you for your support and cooperation. You can leave now. However, if there are further developments regarding the counterfeit currency, I may need to ask you to come over."

Facing the uncle's extended hand, I was dumbfounded and didn't hold it for a moment. It was over and I could go. It was a bit too casual.

Seeing my dumbfounded expression, the uncle slapped my forehead and seemed to understand something.

"You...should know how to get back, right?"

I shook my head subconsciously. I just took a quick glance at it and didn't pay attention to the address on the ID card. Even if I did, it would probably be difficult to find.

Then the uncle understood again and patted me on the shoulder sympathetically: "No wonder it's not easy for you to go to a dark Internet cafe at night."

"Ah this..."

"It seems that you have even forgotten what state you are in." He pulled out one of the documents and gave it to me. It turned out to be a medical certificate, and the word "Intermittent Amnesia" on the diagnosis was particularly eye-catching.

Is this okay? Is this possible? Is this really a disease?!

"What are you still waiting for? Get in the car and I'll take you home." When he came to his senses, he shook the car keys at me and walked out first.

This uncle is really a good man.

I put my little thoughts aside and followed him. Well, I found a place to live, I also had money and identity, and I could continue to travel in modern times openly.

When I walked out, I unexpectedly bumped into the Internet cafe owner... let's call him Huang Mao, who was pressed in by two SIRs.

"I have shed blood and made meritorious deeds to defend the dignity of currency. You can't do this to me!" he yelled loudly.

"You are suspected of illegal business." Sir behind him smiled awkwardly but politely.

"Hey, isn't the period of severe crackdown now over? I was thinking... I could try calling the police and make a small contribution to safeguarding justice." His voice became much softer. When he saw me coming out, he became excited again.

"What's going on in this world? Is there any royal law? People who use counterfeit money get away with it, and people who call the police with good intentions are caught instead!"

"What are you yelling about? I am also a victim." The uncle explained.

"This can't be true. I saw his movements and demeanor when he took out the money. Based on my many years of experience, I can't be wrong. He is just a bad guy who wants to take advantage of him with fake money."

"So, you are very experienced?" The policeman's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Ah... I'm just kidding."

"Come on, let's go in and have a good chat about your experience."

"No... don't, sir, I was wrong!!!"

When I heard Huang Mao's screams go away, I felt no fluctuation in my heart, and I even wanted to laugh a little bit.

"Come on, you too, can't you buy a currency detector? It doesn't cost a lot of money. Large-denomination counterfeit currency like this is rare these days. It's all because of careless people like you."

Living space.”

Money detector? Why would I buy this thing if I have nothing to do?

I didn’t understand what the uncle meant, so I didn’t dare to ask any more questions. If I said too much, I would be wrong. Even if I have amnesia, I still have to be cautious. I followed a police car obediently. Under the night, the car shuttled through the city.

On the streets, looking at the bright and colorful world outside through the window, it feels extra... fresh.

It's just new, I thought I would be more interested. After all, there are not so many tricks over there in the Dark Continent. It's so red that it's stained with corpses and blood.

The uncle also calmed down, without any of his usual posture just now, and became taciturn. Occasionally, he glanced quickly through the rearview mirror and drove the car seriously.

After about ten or twenty minutes, it seemed that it was gradually leaving the urban center, but not completely. The car stopped in a relatively quiet residential area.

The uncle nuzzled: "We're here. I won't give it away to the building in front of you to avoid misunderstandings from your family."

"How could it be? I didn't really do anything bad." I was still a little guilty when I said this, but as someone who has been in and out a few times, I still have some determination and did not let the other party take advantage of his experience and see his flaws.

I could see that the uncle really didn’t want to waste time, and I didn’t want to be polite. I thought I’d send a banner another day. Is that the Longkou Police Station? Since this illusion is so real and full of details, I might as well be more serious.

After watching the police car leave, next...it's time to download the dungeon.

Turning around, I looked at my [new home] with a serious expression. I couldn’t tell what the name was from the outside. It was a pretty ordinary three-and-a-half-story small foreign-style building, with large tiles on the walls and floor-to-ceiling arched windows. It was in a simple Western European style.

The front three walls, with glazed tile eaves, encircle a large courtyard. A large gold-plated iron gate with dragon and phoenix reliefs about four meters wide stands in front of it domineeringly. There are down-to-earth door-god couplets on it, highlighting a combination of Chinese and Western, local

The style, if there is a chicken house and a small vegetable patch in the yard, the taste will be improved.

On the left and right sides, there are neighbors, row layouts, ever-changing decoration styles, the same mix of Chinese and Western styles, and you can even see towers, onion roofs, and funny-faced stone lions that were probably carved by novice apprentices, etc. The architectural layout made me

I was so shocked that the entire community formed a multi-layer zigzag structure, with roads extending in all directions, no properties, and a small vegetable market in the middle.

It is a typical urban village renovated in the style of a residential area for demolished households. It is surrounded by high-rise buildings. Neon signs of magnificent office buildings and clubs can be seen everywhere. Under the night, the lights are dim and resplendent. There is an aura of luxury in the air, which makes this area

The ground is rich in gold.

The living environment in Da Mo is not as good as starting with a billionaire family, but it looks like it should be a nouveau riche after demolition, which is not bad. I added a few points to the illusion in my mind, and finally I didn't get into trouble.

However, what comes next is the important point.

I took a deep breath and looked at my home. There were lights and movement in the windows. I wondered how this broken illusion would continue to arrange this magical start. I felt uneasy, expectant and excited about opening a blind box.

With this complicated mood, I rang the doorbell. Almost in the next second, there was an urgent sound of opening the door and footsteps in the courtyard. In time, people suspected that the fantasy world had arranged for tool men to guard the door early to greet them.

The fourth plague came on the day.

A small door on the right side of the door opened with a creak, and the black hair floated, shining with a full and soft luster in the night, accompanied by an implicit and eager "Sir", a familiar touch, and a familiar body scent.

, completely thrown into his arms.

I opened my mouth wide and was stunned for a long time. My hands moved back and forth between hugging and not hugging. Finally, I hugged the person in my arms. My body let out the instinct evolved after tens of thousands of repetitions, and my cheeks rubbed the dark and smooth skin.

Her hair, lips trembled slightly, and she spoke in a low, soft voice.

"I'm back, Willas."
Chapter completed!