Diablo Destruction

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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 someone who is in the fourth year. If I change my mouth, it is actually a useless struggle. I don't have an ID card, and the time on both sides may not match. The fate of the black household, otherwise I am a good person, why do I have to go to the black Internet cafe, the socks in the picture are more smelly, and the mouse buttons are more greasy?

"..."

"Profession."

"Druid."

"..."

"Ah no, it's unemployed, unemployed." Look at my mouth.

After a moment of silence, a young lady in a police uniform brought hot water. I quickly thanked me. I was really thirsty, so I quickly took two sips to suppress my shock.

The police officer who asked, the uncle with thick eyebrows at the beginning, saw that I was holding hot water and drank a pain, and he also took off his serious face, his tone became gentle, and his friendly face seemed to have a mother's rice bowl written on it.

"Don't worry, it's just a routine inquiry, there won't be a big problem. You can't always use counterfeit money to make counterfeit money."

"Um...uh." Actually, I was.

"I think, you're also a victim of counterfeit money, right?"

"why?"

"Your expression is too calm. From my years of experience, it doesn't look like a bad person."

That's a must, isn't it just getting into the game, squatting in jail, you have rich experience, and I have rich experience in the dark continent.

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

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

"Then there should be children."

"Yes...is there?"

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

"Fortunately, my daughter is good." I sat up straight and looked contemptuous. If you mention this, I won't be sleepy.

Uncle wants to talk about something, just now the heroic young lady came to uncle's side, handed over a document, whispered a few words, and glanced at me lightly.

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

"Ah... I don't seem to have... eh?"

I was going to pretend, I 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 purse, and I was stunned.

Is this...Is it something I didn't notice before, or is it suddenly appearing now?

After all, in the Dark Continent, there are inventory boxes, storage boxes, and serious adventurers who still bring this stuff? It's not surprising to ignore it for a while, but is it really just ignored? Didn't it just come out?

With a big question mark on my forehead, I flipped open my wallet, a stack of money, a few cards, and... an ID card!

If I knew there was such a thing, I would go to some black Internet cafes and play with dolls.

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

Wu Fan, XXXX year XX month XX, and the year on the calendar looked at each other, and it was set to look like he was in his early thirties.

At that time, I was so excited, improvised, fabricated on the spot, it was really yours, fantasy! ! ! ! ! !

From this point of view, there is no need to worry about the information of the household registration file. I don’t know if I should complain that the experience is very good or bad.

But in a word, it's just taking off your pants and farting, you are a fantasy, don't do some good things to make everyone feel good, and the net is sharp in the details, interesting, interesting?

After carefully comparing the ID card and information, the uncle's eyes are a little more clear and... pity?

"Okay, Mr. Wu, thank you for your support and cooperation. You can go now. However, if there is follow-up progress on the counterfeit currency, you may need to come over at that time."

Facing the hand that uncle stretched out, I was dumbfounded and didn't hold it for a while. It's over, can I go? A bit too random.

Seeing my blank expression, the uncle patted his forehead, as if he understood something.

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

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

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

"Ah this..."

"It seems that you have forgotten your state." He took out one of the documents and gave it to me. It turned out to be a medical certificate, and the "intermittent amnesia" on the diagnosis result was particularly dazzling.

Is that okay? Can this be round too? Really have this disease? !

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

This uncle is really a good man.

I put down my thoughts, and I followed up, or I found my place to live, and I also had money and identity, so I could continue to travel in modern times in an open and honest way.

When I came out, I accidentally bumped into the owner of the Internet cafe... Let's call it Huang Mao, and I was pressed by the two Ah SIRs and walked in.

"I have shed blood and made merit in defending the dignity of the currency, you can't do this to me!" he shouted loudly.

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

"Hey, isn't the crackdown period now over? I'm thinking... I can try calling the police and make a small contribution to upholding justice." His voice was much lower, and when he saw me coming out, he became excited again.

"What's wrong with this world, is there still Wang Fa? Those who use counterfeit money are at large, but those who are kind enough to call the police will be caught!"

"What are you yelling about, people are also victims." The uncle explained.

"It can't be. I see his actions and demeanor when he pays for it. Based on my years of experience, I can't go wrong. He is a bad guy who wants to take advantage of fake money."

"So, you are very experienced?" The police uncle's eyes suddenly sharpened.

"Ah... I'm joking."

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

"No... no, sir, I was wrong!!!"

When I heard Huang Mao's screams go away, my heart didn't waver, and I even wanted to laugh a little.

"Let's go, you too, can't you buy a money detector? It doesn't cost a lot of money. Recently, large-value counterfeit money like this is rare. It's all because of careless people like you. living space."

Money Detector? I have nothing to do with buying this stuff.

I didn’t understand what the uncle meant, so I didn’t dare to ask more questions, more words were more wrong, even if I had amnesia, I had to be cautious and follow me into a police car. The car shuttled through the city under the dark of night. On the big and small roads, looking at the feasting world outside through the window, it feels extra... fresh.

It's just fresh, I thought I would be more interested, after all, there are not so many tricks in the dark continent, the red is very red, and the corpses and blood are stained.

The uncle also quieted down. He didn't have the usual attitude just now. He became taciturn. Occasionally, he glanced quickly through the rearview mirror and drove the car seriously.

After about ten or twenty minutes, it seemed that he gradually left the city center, but not completely, the car stopped in a relatively quiet residential area.

Uncle Nunuzui: "I'm here, I won't give away the building in front, to save your family from misunderstanding."

"How could it be, I didn't really do anything bad." My heart is still a little empty when I say this, but it's still a bit of a person who has entered and exited a few times. It doesn't allow the opponent to take advantage of experience and see the flaws.

Seeing that the uncle really doesn't want to waste time, and I'm not polite, I'm thinking about sending a pennant another day. Longkou police station, right? Since this fantasy world is so real and full of details, I might as well be more realistic.

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

Turning around, I looked at my [new home] with a serious look. I couldn't see the name outside. It was an ordinary three-and-a-half-story western-style building, with large tiles on the wall, floor-to-ceiling arch windows, and a simple Western European style. The front three walls, with glazed tile eaves, encircle a yard with a large area. The dragon and phoenix embossed gold-plated iron gate about four meters wide is domineering in front of it. Style, if there is another chicken house in the yard and a small vegetable plot, the taste will be corrected.

On the left and right sides, the neighbors, the row layout, the ever-changing decoration style, the same mix of Chinese and Western, and even the towers, onion tops, and the funny-faced stone lions that are estimated to be carved by novice apprentices, etc. The architectural layout, let me Greatly shocked, the entire community formed a multi-layered zigzag structure, with roads extending in all directions, Mode Property, and a small vegetable market in the middle.

The typical urban village has the style of a residential area of ​​demolition households after the renovation. There are high-rise buildings around. The neon signs of magnificent office buildings and clubs can be seen everywhere. The ground is rich in gold.

Damoyue is such a living environment, it can’t compare to the beginning of the billionaire family property, but it looks like the demolition of the nouveau riche, it’s okay, I added a few points to the illusion in my heart, and finally I didn’t make it home.

But ~www.readwn.com~ is the next point.

I took a deep breath, looked at my house, there were lights in the window, there was movement, and I wondered how this fantasy-shattering realm would continue to arrange this magical start.

With this mixed feeling, I rang the doorbell, and almost in the next second, there were urgent sounds of door opening and footsteps coming from the courtyard, prompting people to suspect that Illusion did not arrange for a tool man to guard the door early. The fourth catastrophe comes.

The small door on the right side of the door opened with a creaking sound, and the jet-black hair fluttered, shimmering with a full and soft luster in the night, accompanied by an implicit and eager "adult", a familiar touch, a familiar body fragrance , threw himself fully into his arms.

I opened my mouth and was stunned for a while, stroking my hands back and forth between hugging and not hugging, and finally hugged the person in my arms. Hair, lips trembling, low, soft opening.

"I'm back, Willas."

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