As for why people eat unhealthy junk food and cats need refined cat food, it is difficult for Xu Qing to explain, so he can only prevaricate with 'I will know later'.
Happiness can only be felt, not expressed in words.
Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Xu Qing hung up the Penguin Trumpet on the computer and opened the chat window. He repeatedly told himself that he would not hide in the computer and talk, but after thousands of miles of sound transmission, he went out alone and took the bus to make an appointment with Qin Hao. nice 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, and smiled before he walked over: "Officer Qin has worked hard."
"It's quite hard, sit, sit, I'll fill you up first."
"Can the police drink?"
"Nonsense, I'm not at work, why can't I drink?" Qin Hao tugged at his clothes, "Casual clothes, see?"
"Okay, order."
Twenty skewers of beef and mutton each, ten skewers of leeks and four skewers of kidneys, plus two grilled eggplants, and a case of beer, it's all done.
Both of them don't like all kinds of fancy dishes. They mainly eat these kinds of barbecue. If they are not enough, they will continue to add until they are full.
"What's the job like? What's it like to be an honorable police officer?"
"What a fart, it's not at all what I imagined."
Mentioning this, Qin Hao complained, "At the beginning, I thought about fighting gangsters, honoring wounded heroes and saving the beauty... not a single one! Every day is just trivial things, you can't even imagine how weird it is...
My boyfriend and girlfriend quarreled and asked me to persuade them, I went to mediate the conflicts in the neighborhood, and two old ladies scolded me through the door and stood in the middle and shouted stop... Gan! I can't even touch a thief, and I just mediate and mediate every day, and I don't know where there are so many broken things. "
"It shows that the people live and work in peace and contentment, which is pretty good." Xu Qingle, "Does every police officer in the film have your... heroic dream?"
This buddy has always dreamed of being a policeman since he was a child, but he stopped growing after he was 1.6 meters tall, and cried while hugging Xu Qing after knowing that the minimum medical examination standard was 1.7 meters.
At that time, the two were still in middle school, and Xu Qing, who was already over 1.7 meters tall, comforted him by saying that if he trained his arms, he might be able to be admitted in the future, and thus began his career as a muscular man—
Fortunately, the later recruitment criteria canceled the height restriction and changed it to a vertical jump to touch the height, which can be regarded as a disguised restriction. Excited, Qin Hao started to practice high jump every day again, and now he finally got his wish.
"Don't tell me, I'm about to have a demonic disease. I was just staring at this place before you arrived—"
Qin Hao took a sip of wine, lowered his voice and signaled to the other side of the road, "I was just thinking, if a gangster with a knife appears at this time and runs around, I will slap the table and jump out to fight him... I will be in awe of a big show." Made it up."
"... What and what, stop dreaming."
Xu Qing was inexplicably guilty, the gangsters ran around with knives, isn't this what Jiang He looked like when he first came
No, she was holding a sword... Fortunately, it was raining that day, and there were not many people on the street.
After chatting nonsense for a while, forty meat skewers were first grilled and served on the table. The two of them touched each other with wine bottles and started eating.
"Well, I have something I want to ask, I don't know if you are clear about it." Xu Qing sat up straight and spoke nonchalantly after picking off seven or eight strings in one go.
"Come on, what's the matter?" Qin Hao didn't raise his head, competing with the skewers.
"Well... just what if, if a homeless man loses his memory and wants to get an ID card to work, but he doesn't have any ID card, what should he do?"
"Ok… "
Ton ton ton ton...
Qin Hao raised his neck and blew down half a bottle of wine, and said with a sigh of relief: "It can't be done, it can't be done."
"Why can't it be done?"
"This is a black household, what should I do?"
"Only black households need to do it, and those who are not black don't do it." Xu Qing complained.
"Who wants to do it? Your friend? A black household?" Qin Hao suddenly became interested.
"My third uncle and grandpa's neighbor nephew asked me to ask, he has a very complicated friend..."
"Go away."
Qin Hao laughed and scolded, "Unless the black household can provide proof of identity, such as finding parents, providing a blood test, or... Anyway, it's complicated, and a person appears out of thin air without any proof, don't even think about it."
Xu Qing ate two kebabs in silence, turned his eyes to the road, and asked after a while: "Then how do you deal with unidentified black households, such as homeless people?"
"Why do you deal with them?... Unless the behavior is suspicious, just ask and check three times to see if you can find out a fugitive."
"Which one to ask, which three to check?"
"Just... No, you have something to do." Qin Hao frowned, feeling that the matter was not simple.
Although this guy is usually quite curious, but it just doesn't feel right.
"I have a fart. How long have you just joined the job? You're already suffering from a demonic disorder... Is it possible that I harbored a fugitive and came to you, the police, to find a way to cover up my identity?"
Xu Qing despised him and squinted at him.
"… Too."
Qin Hao thought about it, and it seemed to be the case.
He picked up the wine bottle and touched it with Xu Qing, took a couple of sips and picked up a stick to roll a bunch, he chewed and said: "Just ask first, ask the basic information, see if he can identify himself through the self-report, if he has amnesia If you pretend to be stupid, you have to investigate."
"Three checks? Check what?"
"Missing persons, DNA information to check the abducted information database, or whether they are fugitives."
"Then the three checks are all right?"
"It's all right... Hey, why are you asking this?" Qin Hao wondered, but felt that something was wrong.
"I'm looking for something to talk about, otherwise what are we two big men talking about? Falling in love?" Xu Qing continued to despise, "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 cheerfully, "Why don't you take me to check it? I haven't experienced it yet, maybe I can check it like this, hey! I was picked up by my old man and the others as a missing person."
"Go, go, nonsense, I think you are from Nanshan No. 2 Hospital..." Qin Hao disliked, "If you fail in the three investigations, you will be investigated for foreigners and registered mental patients-I think you are like a mental illness."
"What if it's neither?"
"If you don't want to let it go, what else can you do? People haven't committed crimes."
"..."
Xu Qing thought about it for a while, and said, "What about the ID card? Why don't you solve it for me?"
"Provide the information to do it."
"No information."
"I can't do it."
"..."
Xu Qing was in pain, "He didn't commit a crime, why didn't he do it?"
"Because he has no information."
Qin Hao burped, and poked a sign on the table with a stick, "Look, what if I take out a knife now and stab you to death..."
"Don't stab me, stab someone else." Xu Qing was disgusted.
"Okay, then I'll go to the street... Bah, if you go to the street with a knife and stab someone to death, go to the whole body at Bangzi and then come back to Jiangcheng or go somewhere else, and say that you have lost your memory. history, and you start over with a new identity—is that appropriate?"
Seeing that Xu Qing didn't speak, Qin Hao was happy, and pointed Jiang Shan with a stick, "As long as this person has existed, there must be traces. There is no person who appeared out of thin air. If there is, there must be something wrong with this person."
He shook his head, threw away the sticks and picked up a bunch again and handed it to his mouth, "Everyone who walks will leave traces... This is the golden rule said by Edmund Rocca, the father of forensic evidence."
"Wake up, you are now a group of policemen, mediating the old lady's quarrel."
"… Grass."