A group of thirteen people followed the police back to the police station.
Wei Dong looked at the decent door of the police station, and had a feeling that "Mr. Painting Push has finally gotten serious".
"New arrivals have to register here before they can apply for a temporary residence permit." The police brought a few people to a room, where a female police officer sat, "Xiao Zhang, these are handed over to you to apply for the permit."
The policewoman Xiao Zhang seemed to be busy with something in front of the computer, with her eyes fixed on the screen, she slammed a stack of forms with one hand: "Fill out the forms first! The pen is on the table, and there are mirrors on the windowsill!"
So, the thirteen people started to find a place to fill out the form. Ke Xun pushed the only chair by the table to Mu Yiran, and simply wrote on the side of the window sill, guarding a bottle of paste, looking like an old man. A flower mirror, and a pot of malnourished cacti.
Ke Xun had never applied for a "temporary residence permit" in the real world. He looked at the contents of the form and found that they were all basic items, such as gender, nationality, ID number, etc. He didn't even need to provide proof materials.
The juvenile girl with super short hair came over and said, "borrow a pen for a while, mine will run out of water."
Ke Xun wrote fast, just when he was done, he handed the pen over. Seeing that the other party had filled the second half of the page, only the first line was left, the girl smiled and said, "I'm used to writing my name last."
Ke Xun suddenly felt that this was a good habit, so that the wasteful forms would not be "named" everywhere.
The girl also glanced at Ke Xun's form: "It turned out to be these two words."
"if not?"
"I was thinking just now, what is this boy called 'Science'?"
Ke Xun remembered that someone called him the nickname 'scientist' when he was a child. The name itself was not malicious, but when it was put on himself, who was a scumbag of science, it was full of maliciousness.
Ke Xun saw that the girl picked up the pen and wrote the name - Zhao Yanbao. The bottom of the pen was actually very strong, calm and happy. It really doesn't look like a young woman's pen.
"Yanbao, have you written it?" The shawl-haired girl came over, "Which 'Ya' was my previous name, should I add it next to the female character?"
Zhao Yanbao: "No."
"Oh."
It turns out that this is also a pair of children, just like Ke Xun and Wei Dong.
"It's all done?" The policewoman finally looked at everyone with admiration, and she didn't change her face when she saw a 'rare treasure' like Mu Yiran, "Hurry up and hand it in when you're done!"
Everyone obediently handed in their forms, and the policewoman took them over to check them one by one, and then checked them on the computer.
Wei Dongxin said: Can your computer here check our business
"There's no problem, just get the certificate first." The policewoman took out a thick stack of business cards-like temporary residence permits from the drawer, untied the rubber bands on the outside, and began to issue the certificate, "Write your name in the place where you fill in your name, After writing it, go to the next room to review and stamp it."
In the next room was an elderly policeman on duty. Wearing a mirror, he browsed through the forms of several people, and marked some forms. He also asked two questions: "Qin Ci, are you a doctor?"
Qin Ci, whose name was called, nodded: "Yes, surgeon."
"How many years have you held a scalpel?"
"Almost ten years."
"Okay, we need this kind of talent here!" The old policeman wrote this 'business card' given by Qin Ci with his occupation, and then stamped it and sent it to Qin Ci, "You will report to the central hospital in a while."
The certificate in Qin Ci's hand is like a work permit, which reads: Qin Ci, male, surgery of Xincheng Central Hospital.
Does this place manage to arrange work? Ke Xun and his companions looked at each other briefly, but did not touch the doorway of this world for a long time.
The old policeman looked at the curly-haired youth again: "Your name is Zhichun?"
The curly-haired youth hurriedly nodded, and then everyone realized that the old policeman had a photo of everyone on the form at some point. It was a photo taken with a camera, just like the photo quality of a driving school test.
When was this photo taken? The face was captured so clearly. Everyone couldn't help but look around the room, not knowing where there were hidden cameras, and there should be more than one.
The old policeman continued to ask Zhichun, "Are you also a surgeon?"
Zhi Chun nodded: "I just graduated from medical school, and now I'm just a surgical intern. The scalpel... I haven't had a chance to get it yet."
"Have I asked you so much? Don't answer without asking." The old policeman suddenly turned cold.
Zhichun stuck out his tongue secretly, maintaining a smile on the surface: "Hey, I see."
The old policeman's tone softened: "you just follow Doctor Qin and fight him."
Zhi Chun carefully took the work permit handed over by the old policeman and stood beside "teacher" Qin Ci.
The old policeman continued to look at the form. Perhaps he was not satisfied with it, so he became a little exasperated: "What is this? Artist? What is it for?"
Wei Dong was indirectly called by his name, took a step forward, cleared his throat, and decided to give a serious introduction to his profession: "Artists generally refer to technical talents who process and create planes, colors, keynotes, creativity, etc. , divided into graphic art, web art and three-dimensional art. Generally, you need to be proficient in design software such as Photoshop.”
This answer from Baidu Encyclopedia has long been memorized by Wei Dong. I thought that when I was an artist, I would be asked by the seven aunts and eight aunts every New Year. I simply gave the most standard answer, but then the question Here comes again - "Hey, technical talents! How much do you earn a month? Do you all earn an annual salary?"
... Wei Dong scratched his head, looked innocently at the old policeman in front of him, and heard the old man say, "We don't need this kind of talent here."
Whether it is because of the professional habits of artists, or because of the habit of being forced to form a "painter", Wei Dong has just observed the city once, and now retorts with a smile: "There were a lot of designs on the road just now. The company, some LED lights are still flashing recruitment advertisements, call for an artist."
The old policeman raised his eyes from the mirror and looked at Wei Dong sharply: "That won't accomplish the task."
The first time they heard the word "mission", everyone was nervous, especially a few old members—mission? So straight to the point was brought up
Wei Dong boldly asked: "Officer Chu, what tasks do we have?" - Chu Zhiyong, the name is written on the work card on the chest of the old policeman.
Chu Zhiyong didn't seem to hear it, his eyes were fixed on a form in his hand, and then he found Zhao Yanbao in the crowd according to the photo: "Are you Zhao Yanbao? A psychiatrist?"
Zhao Yanbao walked out and stood beside Chu Zhiyong's table, her short, thin haircut showing a pine needle color in the twilight: "I'm just a graduate student in the Department of Psychology, and I'm not even a psychiatrist."
Chu Zhiyong looked at the heroic girl in front of him, thought about it, and wrote the work unit on the certificate: Cocoon Detective Agency.
Zhao Yanbao took over his certificate and was noncommittal, imitating Qin Ci and pinning it to his chest.
The whole room was very quiet, and everyone was waiting for the old police officer's assignment, or his release.
"Why do so many people engage in art?!" Chu Zhiyong scratched his messy gray hair, "Famous painting appraiser? Wedding dress designer? Photographer? Painter? Art gallery owner?"
Several "artists" were said to be a little embarrassed, but Mu Yiran, the "famous painting appraiser", still had a slack expression, and his eyes were slightly looking towards the window, as if he was appreciating the color of the sunset outside.
"You two, come to the police station." Chu Zhiyong lit a cigarette and took a few breaths slowly.
Ke Xun secretly compared his height with Lion, and when he was hesitating, the old policeman's voice sounded in his ears: "Ke Xun, if you have practiced sports, come to our Criminal Investigation Department, and the one over 1.9 meters, also come to the Criminal Investigation Department. ."
In this way, Ke Xun was happy and Mu Yiran got together, and the two of them got their certificates together... Work permit...
As a photographer, Lion and wedding dress designer Xiao Qinxian were assigned to the forensic department of the police station - Xiao Qinxian was very puzzled about this, and asked a lot of questions, but the old policeman didn't seem to hear it.
Weidong was also assigned to the police station. In the household registration department, in Chu Zhiyong's words, he was "in charge of registration."
The remaining few people stood in place without embarrassment and waited for the allocation. Chu Zhiyong said to Qin Ci and Zhao Yanbao: "There are four people left, you can choose two of them that you can use."
So, the forest girl Chi Lei was chosen by the child Zhao Yanbao, and the second person she chose was Zhu Haowen.
Qin Ci gave Zhao Yanbao the opportunity to choose a candidate. For him, people with no medical experience are almost the same, and everyone who chooses is the same, so the two who fell in the central hospital were Su Benxin and painter Yu Ji.
"It's getting late, and the dormitories have been arranged for each visit to each unit." Chu Zhiyong looked at his watch and prepared to get off work.
It's getting dark, but at this moment, I haven't even touched the edge of the rules of death. Going back like this can only be a gamble.
As a "newcomer" at the police station, Ke Xun took a step forward and gave the old police a salute: "Uncle Chu, what exactly is our central mission?"
Chu Zhiyong showed a half-smiley expression: "Most of the young people who come to Xincheng are here to talk about love. I don't know much about your young people."
Ke Xun remembered that he was walking on the streets of the city just now, and there were various billboards that read "Romantic City" everywhere. Maybe this is also a way to show the charm of the city, just like Paris, the romantic capital
Su Benxin had just hung the work card with the words "Surgery of Xincheng Central Hospital" on his chest, but at this moment, he unconsciously remembered the central idea when he planned this art exhibition - to talk about a mature love, this tight button Is the question a coincidence or...
People who have not experienced the world of death in the painting will always guess the intention of the painter with good intentions.
However, Mu Yiran repeatedly looked at the work card in his hand, and finally asked his own question: "Officer Chu can only do things under orders. The sooner we understand the core of the task, the sooner we can complete the task. This certificate is only valid for 13 years. God, I'm afraid we don't have much time to go around."
When everyone heard it, they hurriedly looked at their work cards, and saw the bottom line of small characters on the reverse side: The validity period of the certificate: October 17th to October 30th.
The year is not indicated, but this is not what everyone cares about the most - "13 days?! What do we need to do in these 13 days?" The first to ask the question was Xiao Qinxian with a mushroom head.
"Find enough beasts." Chu Zhiyong seemed to be talking to himself.
"what?"
"Find enough crimson beasts." Chu Zhiyong looked at everyone with gray eyes.
"What is enough?" Mu Yiran grasped a secondary point - about the scarlet beast, there will definitely be an explanation in the future, and there is no need to ask it now.
"13 kilograms."