After Becoming a Little Sister

Uncle Traffic Police didn’t care about Song Jiamu’s family. He opened his book and sat down in front of Alia very seriously. He first looked up and down coldly with his professional habits at the maverick gold-edged maid who was wearing a maid outfit, and then looked at Alia, said softly: "Little girl, do you feel better?"

look!Look at what it means to enforce the law impartially!

What happened to the Song family, isn't the Song family responsible for bumping into someone?

Aliya squeezed out a weak smile—it wasn't really a fake, she was indeed weak now.

It would be better to say that I have never been so miserable in my life. The last time I was so weak was when I traveled to Lanxing Duoshe, squatting in the toilet until I almost collapsed, but even so, I still have spiritual power and confidence surviving.

Right now, there is really nothing. If you know it, you have time-traveled. If you don’t know it, you think you have returned to the beginning of Chapter 1.

Aliya secretly sighed that the Goddess of Destiny didn't talk about martial arts, but her face faltered like I was ignorant, cute, pure and unaffected: "The policeman... I... I can't remember my name..."

have to!The uncle of the traffic policeman slapped his thigh and squinted at the Song family sister: "Ms. Song, this problem is very serious!"

Can it be serious? It's all amnesiac.

As for other things such as smuggling, alien invasion, and monster transformation, it is not within the scope of consideration—the people of the Republic have two special talents and skills that are engraved in their bones, one is called face-to-face, and the face of Asians is put on it. In front of you, the crooked nuts can't tell the difference, but the people of the Republic can recognize at a glance which ones are from Southeast Asia, which ones are from sticks or notebooks, and which ones are Chinese.

The second is naturally the passive exchange of simplified and traditional characters. If you really want people to write, not many of them can write traditional characters, but if you read it, there is no obstacle at all.

Uncle traffic police can tell at a glance that Alia is a genuine Chinese, and it is said that she is clean and has no contraband.

What is it called?This makes people walk and sing songs, and when they go out, they are knocked into the heroine of a bitter drama with a slap, and disaster comes!

If it wasn't for his professionalism that allowed him to verify the situation rationally, he might have already started imagining the scene of a wealthy lady kicking the accelerator and flying for eight miles, driving close to the ground-this kind of guy who just came back from a foreign country always I feel like I can't cure her.

The policeman's expression became softer: "Little girl, don't be afraid. I'm a traffic policeman. I'll help you decide what to do—I just want to ask, do you remember where your home is? time, place and scene?"

The reason why he asked this question was also because the description of Aunt Song's family gave him a feeling of deceiving people.

What does it mean to fall from the sky and fall directly on the front cover of the car?

What does it mean to fall off the opposite side when you just started?

What do you mean when you smash it, you become unconscious and lose your memory?

People have to drive a dump truck to travel through time in the animation script!You can seriously injure people just by touching them, or are you driving a Maserati, saying that you think your Maserati will stand up in a second and become a Bumblebee or Optimus Prime?

He is very unwilling to communicate with the Song family sister, this person is not sincere!

If it wasn't for the fact that the surveillance video couldn't be found, and the other party had a sincere look of beating and beating, he might have invited the other party to drink tea by now.

Aliya bit her lip and thought for a long while, and finally choked out a series of numbers: "I seem to remember the ID number..."

The traffic police uncle quickly helped to check, but there was nothing—or it was wrong, the child corresponding to this string of ID numbers was completely different from the one in front of him.

Well, the ID number was also mixed up...

The traffic police uncle wrote half a page, and asked several times on the sidelines, but found nothing.

Of course, it can be regarded as confirming that the child is from his own country, has no drug addiction or other problems, and everything is normal except for amnesia and weakness.

"Then we will visit the scene next and see if we can help you find your family." The traffic police uncle sighed with emotion: "Little girl, don't worry, this is the era of big data, even if you lose your memory...cough , even if you can’t think of anything else for the time being, we can help you go home soon.”

He tore off half a page and wrote down two numbers, the top one is the landline and the bottom one is the mobile phone: "These two numbers, one is from our traffic police brigade, and the other is mine. If you remember something or if you need help Yes, you can contact me."

Aliya accepted the note, her eyes were dazed, she was knocked into a melon and she was not fully awake yet.

The traffic police uncle stood up, glared at Butler Yuko with warning eyes, the latter pulled the corners of his mouth to maintain a polite smile, and bowed slightly.

It can be seen that the former has a sufficient sense of justice, while the latter is that kind of vicious running dog of capitalism. The two sides probably would have fought in the early 80s, and it is now a new era that can give a good face.

After the traffic policeman left and the ward became quiet again, the butler Youzi approached coldly: "What's your name?"

Aliya said in her heart that you dare to talk to me like that, you must be respectful to Lan Xing?

What the hell did I do, so that you don't even want to call me Miss——Alia became more and more miserable: "I can't remember..."

Butler Yuko didn't answer, he raised his hand to grab her wrist, pinched it, pulled it, Alia was easily pulled, rubbed round and flattened.

Looking at it horizontally and vertically, it is a vegetable, the kind that has no power to restrain a chicken.

So Butler Youzi was a little relieved - at least this is not a Lianjiazi, there is a high probability that he is an ordinary person.

The gold-rimmed maid hesitated to speak, thought for a while, pulled the hem of Butler Yuko's clothes, and signaled everyone to go out and have some shady exchanges.

The little sister of the Song family was very big-hearted. After knowing that it was just amnesia and did not leave any disabilities, she was very relieved, and she clumsily peeled an apple for Aliya, and she didn't know where she saw the etiquette in the ward: "It's great that you are fine. ...I told my brother that I will invite an expert to come over for your consultation tomorrow, so you don't have to worry..."

Alia looked at the apple that had been brutally cut into a square, and gritted her teeth. This one has never changed.

When I was in Blue Star, I was raised like a canary, I don’t know much about the world, it’s almost the same here on Earth, I’m spoiled by my brother, I look like a girl who hasn’t grown up, I’m afraid she’s in her twenties or thirty, but The heart of a girl is still the fourteen-five-six kind.

...Wait a minute—brother?

The keen Aliya keenly discovered a certain keyword, and then took a breath.

Isn't the green hat king of the Song family awake? !

Stand up!Mr. Song, who was killing so much on the background board, finally stood up!

"Who is your brother?" Aliya cleared her throat and began to trap her brother.

Sure enough, the little aunt of the Song family was inferior, and when she heard this, she was elated and bragged about her brother's great achievements.

What about punching Sansang and kicking Mitsubishi, what about sitting on Wuyou Island with the back of the Republic, occupying the enclave and swearing allegiance...

The more Aliya listened, the more wrong she became. When I was on Earth, I didn’t hear of any worry-free islands—there was one in Xinmatai.

Just like the dream destination of the Japanese is Hawaii, in the early years when the people of the Republic talked about going abroad, they were Xinmatai. If there was a worry-free island at that time, it would have dominated the list long ago. Travel leaflets all over the streets?

Aliya counted and felt a little unreliable, so she changed the subject: "I saw a small TV pendant hanging on your mobile phone before?"

"Yeah, wow! You know that too?" The little aunt of the Song family immediately exposed her nerd attributes: "I got it when I went to their exhibition before! I swiped a lot of lottery tickets at that time!"

Okay, okay, I know you are the kind of micro-krypton player who smiles and spends money until it is shipped.

"I remembered something strange." Aliya raised her finger: "Well, what is the boy PI playing?"

"MC1.7.0!"

"What is Master Lan broadcasting?"

"Crazy Father!"

"Has hololive entered the domestic market?"

"No."

"How is Sun Yifeng doing now?"

"Just lost to a female contestant!"

"How old is the biting cat?"

"Twenties."

"Is the Moegirlpedia server okay?"

"It just exploded!"

"Which website does 12Dora hang out with?"

"It's just splitting!"

When it was over, Aliya lay back and collapsed on the bed: "I am back in 2012..."

"No, it wasn't in 2012, right?" Aunt Song's rare encounter with a player who had the same smell as her own - crossed out - matched her elegant hobbies. :"Are you OK?"

"...No, there is such a thing as big data in 2012?" Aliya rubbed her chin and recalled: "Well, how is the situation in Millikin now?"

"The economy has taken a huge downturn and I just got back from there."

"Well, what about Europa?"

"Germany is fighting against other countries, Italy has jumped backwards, and Britain is playing its own game."

"I have a bad feeling." Aliya sat up straight: "What about Japan?"

"I'm betting on the luck of the country!"

"It's over, it might be World War II." Aliya was even more depressed: "Is there any big news recently?"

"Does Japan announce that it will cooperate with Germany?"

"It's a real hammer—how is the battle going?"

"It is not optimistic. The most powerful socialist country in the world has devoted almost all its strength to fighting the enemy."

"...Wait a minute, there seems to be hope." Aliya grabbed the hand of Aunt Song's: "It's World War II, right?!"

"No, it's 2020."

"..."

Hope was shattered, and I came to the most magical year of the 21st century.

Aliya looked up at the ceiling and quietly asked the last question: "Which game is getting cold now?"

"Che Wan." The little sister of the Song family went crazy with joy—only a dead house knows how lucky it is to meet another dead house in the vast sea of ​​people.

Just asking for fun, she can answer overnight!

"...Then I may not have crossed yet." Alia, who sat up in shock from dying, organized her thoughts: "In this way, I don't need to do anything with the doctor tomorrow. I think of something and I'm going to go home and have a look. You There is no need to have psychological pressure, and I have basically recovered."

As soon as the words fell, Butler Youzi pushed the door in with a serious expression: "Second Miss, you have to be careful—this person is a liar!"

"..." The little aunt of the Song family looked at Alia, and then at Butler Youzi: "Liar?"

"Yes, she may be pretending to have amnesia, and wants to rely on our Song family."

So Aunt Song's expression became more subtle: "But..."

"No, but! I'll ask a private detective to check her identity, and I've prepared the legal team—I'll take care of everything then!"

"not me--"

"Second Miss, you don't understand the sinister nature of human beings. In today's society, there is a lot of materialism. Some girls seem to be ignorant and innocent, but in fact they have more scheming than anyone else!"

Aliya patted the table beside the bed, and cooperated: "Who are you scolding!"

"Hmph, I didn't say who to scold, why are you so excited?"

It can be seen that Yuzi Butler of the Earth World Line is not only bitter and bitter, but also has undue strong self-confidence because of the forward hairline.

Maybe it's because I saw a lot of green tea whores in Japan?

The little aunt of the Song family interjected with great difficulty: "But she said she's fine and wants to leave!"