Xu Qing had a hard time explaining why people eat unhealthy junk food while cats need refined cat food, so she could only explain it away by saying, "We'll know later."

Happiness can only be felt, not expressed.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Xu Qing hung up the Penguin trumpet on the computer and opened the chat window. After repeatedly reminding herself that she would not hide in the computer to talk, but instead send messages from thousands of miles away, she went out alone and took the bus to make an appointment with 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 edamame and waving.

"Hey, it's getting dark. I can hardly see you at night."

Xu Qing turned around and saw Qin Hao. He smiled before he walked over and said, "Police Officer Qin has worked hard."

"That's quite hard. Sit down, sit down, I'll fill it up for you first."

“Can police officers drink alcohol?”

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

"Okay, order."

Twenty skewers each of beef and mutton, ten skewers of leeks and four skewers of kidneys, plus two grilled eggplants and a box of beer, it's a complete meal.

Neither of us likes all kinds of fancy dishes. They mainly eat these kinds of barbecue dishes. If they are not enough, keep adding more until they are full.

"How is work? How does it feel to be an honorable police officer?"

"What a shit, it's nothing like I imagined."

Qin Hao complained when he mentioned this, "At first, I thought about fighting gangsters, being a wounded hero, saving a beautiful girl, etc. There was no such thing! Every day it was just trivial things, you can't even imagine how weird they are...

When boyfriends and girlfriends quarreled, I would try to persuade them. When neighbors had conflicts, I would mediate them. Two old ladies were scolding each other through the door. I stood in the middle and shouted, "Stop!" I couldn't even touch a thief. I was mediating, mediating, and mediating every day, but I didn't know.

Where does all this nonsense come from?"

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

This best friend has dreamed of being a police officer since he was a child, but he stopped growing after he turned 1.6 meters tall. When he found out that the minimum physical examination standard was 1.7 meters tall, he hugged Xu Qing and cried loudly.

At that time, the two of them were still in middle school. Xu Qing, who was already over 1.7 meters tall, comforted him and said that if he built up his muscles, he might be able to be admitted under special conditions in the future, and thus began his career as a muscleman——

Fortunately, the height limit was removed from the later recruitment standards and was changed to vertical jump to touch height. This was a disguised restriction. Qin Hao was so excited that he started practicing high jump every day. Now he finally got his wish.

"Don't tell me, I'm almost going crazy. I was just staring at this place before you arrived -"

Qin Hao took a sip of wine, lowered his voice and gestured to the other side of the road, "I was thinking, if a gangster appears and runs around with a knife at this time, I will bang the table and jump out to fight with him... I will be in a big show.

I figured it out."

"...whatever, stop dreaming."

Xu Qing felt guilty inexplicably. The gangster was running around with a knife. Isn't this what Jiang He was like when he first arrived?

No, she was holding a sword... Fortunately, it rained heavily that day and there were not many people on the street.

After chatting for a while, forty meat skewers were grilled and served on the table. The two of them clinked the wine bottles and started eating.

"Um, I have something to ask, and I don't know if you know it clearly." Xu Qing wiped off seven or eight skewers in one breath, sat up straight and spoke calmly.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Qin Hao didn't even raise his head and competed with the skewers.

"Well... what if, what if a homeless man loses his memory and wants to apply for an ID card to work, but does not have any identification?"

"Um……"

Tons tons tons tons...

Qin Hao raised his neck and blew down half a bottle of wine, and breathed out: "It can't be done, there's nothing we can do."

"Why is there nothing we can do?"

"This is a gangster, what should I do?"

"Only those who are gangsters need to be dealt with, but those who are not gangsters are not handled," Xu Qing complained.

"Who wants to do it? Your friend? The gangster?" Qin Hao suddenly became interested.

"My third uncle's neighbor's nephew asked me to ask him. He has a friend who is quite complicated..."

"Roll."

Qin Hao laughed and scolded, "Unless the underworld can provide proof of identity, such as finding the parents, providing blood test, or... Anyway, it's complicated to say. If a person appears out of thin air without any proof, don't even think about it."

Xu Qing ate two bites of skewers in silence, looking at the road. After a while, he asked again: "Then when you encounter unidentified gangsters, homeless people, etc., how do you deal with them?"

"Why deal with this person?... Unless his behavior is suspicious, just ask and check three times to see if he can find a fugitive."

"Which question, which three checks?"

"Just...no, you have something wrong." Qin Hao frowned, feeling that the matter was not simple.

Although this guy is usually quite curious, something just doesn't feel right.

"I have a shitty story. You have only been on the job for a long time, and you are already suffering from a disease... Could it be that I am harboring a fugitive and then come to you, a policeman, to find a way to hide my identity?"

Xu Qing looked at him with disdain.

"……Too."

Qin Hao thought about it, and it seemed that this was indeed the case.

He picked up the bottle and touched it with Xu Qing. He drank two sips and picked up a stick to roll a bunch. He chewed and said, "I just want to ask first. Ask for basic information to see if he can identify himself through self-report. What if he suffers from amnesia?"

If you pretend to be dumbfounded, you need to investigate."

"Three checks? What are they looking for?"

"Missing persons, DNA information, abducted information database, or whether they are fugitives."

"Then there is nothing wrong with the three checks?"

"No problem... Hey, why are you asking?" Qin Hao wondered, but he just didn't feel right.

"I'm just looking for something to talk about, otherwise what would we two grown men be talking about? Falling in love?" Xu Qing continued to scorn, "Forget it, if I ask you again, you might have to handcuff me..."

He stretched out his hands and put them on the table, and said happily: "How about you take me to check? I haven't experienced it yet. Maybe if I check like this, oh! I was a missing person, and I was picked up by my old man and the others."

"Go, go, go, it's all nonsense, I think you came from Nanshan No. 2 Hospital..." Qin Hao said in disgust, "If you don't pass the three checks, you will be checked for incoming foreigners and registered mental patients - I think you look like a mentally ill person.

"

"What if it's neither?"

"If you don't want to let me go, what else can I do? The person has not committed any crime."

"..."

Xu Qing thought for a moment that something was not right, "What about his ID card? Can't you help others solve it?"

"Provide the information to do it."

"No information."

"It can't be done."

"..."

Xu Qingdan was in pain, "I haven't committed any crime, why don't I get punished?"

"Because he has no information."

Qin Hao burped and poked at the table with the stick, "Look, if I take out a knife now and stab you to death..."

"Don't stab me, stab someone else." Xu Qing felt disgusted.

"Okay, then I'll go to the street... Bah, what if you take a knife and go to the street and stab someone to death, go to Bangzi's to get your whole face, then come back to Jiangcheng or somewhere else, and say that you have lost your memory, and you don't know anything about it, and you have no past.

You have no origins, and then you start over with a new identity - is this appropriate?"

Seeing that Xu Qing didn't speak, Qin Hao was happy and pointed at Jiangshan with the sign, "As long as this person has existed, there must be traces. There is no one who appears out of thin air. If there is, there must be something wrong with this person."

He shook his head, threw away the sign, picked up a bunch again and put it to his mouth, "Every time you walk, you will leave a trace... This is the golden rule said by the father of forensics, Edmond Rocca."

"Wake up, you are now a policeman, mediating the quarrels between old ladies."
Chapter completed!