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Coming out of the barber shop, Qian Yiqian took one look at Dafu's new hairstyle and nodded with satisfaction.

"It's much safer now..." the girl whispered.

Dafu didn't hear clearly and asked: "Qianqian, what did you say?"

Qian Yiqian shook his head, "It's nothing, go to work quickly."

After saying that, the two went to the Internet cafe together.

When we arrived at the Internet cafe, our colleagues were shocked when they saw Dafu: "Dafu, why did you shave such a short hair!"

The hair Dafu now has is almost like a bald head.But even so, it couldn't stop his handsome face.

"Qianqian said that shorter hair is easier to take care of." Dafu imitated what Qian Yiqian just said to teacher Tony and said to his colleagues.

"However, I still think you looked better with long hair before." The colleague expressed his opinion.

Before, Dafu had a slicked back hair. Although he didn't have the conditions to take care of his hair after coming to Qian Yiqian's place, the messy hairstyle still added a touch of spontaneity and uninhibitedness to his temperament.

Although he can control this short position now, it still feels a bit distant.

"Qianqian said that my current hairstyle looks good, and I think she is right." Dafu disagreed with his colleague's evaluation.

In his opinion, what Qian Yiqian said was right.

"Okay, okay, what Qian Yiqian said is right. As long as you are happy, I'm off work..." My colleague felt that Dafu was a big fan of Qian Yiqian, so he didn't bother to say anything more and was about to go home from get off work.

When Dafu has nothing to do, go to the bar to find some money.

Qian Yiqian's attention stayed on Dafu's hair, his expression a little complicated.

The policeman named Lu Qianqian just asked her about the man. Although she didn't know if he was Dafu, she felt that these characteristics matched.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the unexpected. In order to prevent Dafu from being discovered, Qian Yiqian hurriedly helped him change his hairstyle.

"Qianqian, what are you thinking about?" Dafu called out, and Qian Yiqian regained his thoughts.

She was so focused on thinking about the problem just now that she didn't even hear what Dafu was saying.

Qian Yiqian shook his head: "It's okay, it's okay, I thought of other things..."

She asked again: "What do you want to say?"

"The people over there want drinks." Dafu pointed to a place and reminded Qian Yiqian.

Qian Yiqian hurriedly went to work. She felt that she was often distracted during the day. Sometimes she was so immersed in her own thoughts that she forgot about the situation outside.

Qian Yiqian went to work, and Dafu had nothing to do. He was about to go sit in the private room when a middle-aged man came in.

"Hello, I want to check some information online, but I don't know how to use a computer. Can you help me?" The middle-aged man looked at Dafu and asked.

Dafu nodded: "Yes, but you have to register first."

The man took out his ID card, and after Dafu registered, he took him to the corner.

"This is the website. Please open it for me," the man said, passing a piece of paper to Dafu: "They said that after entering this website, you can check the crime report records. I want to see my crime report records. Was the submission successful?"

Dafu took the note and opened the browser according to the address above. A police badge immediately appeared on the screen, indicating that they had entered the official website of the police station.

Dafu frowned suddenly when he saw this page.

He felt that the page in front of him was very familiar, as if it was something he had seen countless times.

What's even more terrible is that the middle-aged man told him that the steps of the operation were written on the note and he had to follow those steps, but his right hand had already instinctively placed it on the mouse and started to slide and click on things on it.

These movements are so natural and skillful, it feels like he has done them countless times...