Mo arrived in the office first than Zach, and the way she appeared should have frightened Steve. When Zach came in, Steve was leaning on the chair to get up.
"Stop spinning." Zach curled his lips and told Mo, who was wearing ancient republican clothes, to stop spinning. "What are you doing? Dancing."
"No." Mo stood up, his hands covered in his wide cuffs and folded in front of him, with an exotic and dignified attitude, "I am showing my identity. I hope this Mr. Traveler can find a suitable person for me." His identity." She raised her eyebrows, "I often see Danny distressed by the identity that doesn't suit him, and I don't want that."
Zach helped Steve, who looked strange, "Then what is your identity? Mo."
"The king's wife." Mo probably wanted to put on a majestic smile, but it turned into embarrassment halfway through, "One."
Zach shook his head helplessly and sat down behind the desk, "Mo, no one here understands the history of the Republic, and there is no 'suitable' identity for you here, so..." Zach raised his hand and gestured very clearly. clear.
Mo pursed his lips, his fine clothes atomized, and when they became clear again, they turned into ordinary casual clothes. Naturally, they were similar to one of Louise's clothes. "Okay, I am the chef of Grande now. Mr. Walker, whatever you want Give me an identity, it doesn’t matter.”
"Uh..." Steve adjusted his breathing and began to rummage through his bag, "It's not casual. Your appearance is too, um, outstanding."
Zach watched Steve take out a camera, apparently intending to take pictures of Mo. Zach stopped temporarily, "Mo, can you change your appearance?" Mo herself said that this is not her true body, and with the miraculous creation ability she has shown, this question is natural.
"Okay." Mo Yi raised his head, "But I don't want to." She touched her face. "This is who I am, and I am prepared to maintain it." Finally, he said lightly, "Look at Danny."
This could be considered racial slur, meaning that Danny is no longer who he is. There is a detail, Mo did not use the shapeshifter gold as an example~
Zach waved his hand and Steve pressed the shutter. A picture spit out from the front of the camera, and Zach's attention was instantly attracted, "What is this?"
"Photos." Steve didn't understand why, holding the still black photo back and forth.
"There are photos so soon?!" Yes, Zach was surprised.
What did everyone expect, that a vampire who only gained imaging capabilities a few months ago would know something as 'good' as Polaroids
Steve was stunned for a moment, "Do you want one?"
"Please!" Zach straightened his clothes and sat upright.
Click.
Steve handed the photo to Zach with a strange look on his face, "It will take a while before it can be imaged."
"Yeah." Zach began to imitate Steve, holding the photo back and forth to encourage him.
At first there was only the sound of the fan in the office.
Mo moved closer behind Steve. Her photos were starting to look like, "I look good."
Zach incited faster, staring expectantly at the slowly fading photo.
Steve pursed his lips and continued to rummage through his bag, but he couldn't hold back, "Zach, haven't you ever taken a picture before?"
"Once upon a time, vampires had no images." Zach answered quickly. Curling his lips, "But now. I, Toledo, can do it."
Steve nodded pretending to understand, took out a few documents from his bag, opened them, and found identity information. It looks pretty formal, with photos pinned to the front page. Putting Mo's photo next to it seemed to be a comparison. Before the comparison, Steve still couldn't hold it back. "The circle has investigated your identity, so the photos in your file..."
"It's a painting, a realistic oil painting." Zach could already see the effect of blur, and a smile spread on his face. "In order to appear more realistic, I deliberately made it black and white. Then when I took a photo, it would be difficult to tell the real thing from the fake one."
Steve suddenly understood, nodded, and gestured to Mo, but he still said to Zach, "Then you are so lucky. In recent years, file management has begun to require color ID photos. After the identity change, people like you are , Uh, vampires, it’s not easy to deal with..."
Zach stopped inciting and actually looked away and glanced at Steve.
"What? What did I say?" Steve didn't realize he said anything strange.
Zach waved his hand, glanced at his photo with satisfaction, and put it away in the drawer, "Nothing. Are these the identities you prepared for Mo?" Looking at the identity information spread out in front of the desk, they were all Republican women.
"Oh, yes." Steve nodded and glanced at Mo, "I know you probably think these women look nothing like you." Steve picked up a copy casually, "But in the eyes of the Federation people, In fact, I can’t tell the difference at all..." He stopped himself and curled his lips, "Okay, these are so different."
Mo is much prettier than these women, and his lack of ability to recognize human race does not affect his perception of beauty. Steve shook his head, "I'll look for you when I get back." He hesitated, "But don't expect too much. , the identity of a republican, and the one that matches your appearance, it is probably difficult to find."
Mo picked up one and read, "It says they are immigrants. They live in..." Mo glanced at several other documents, "Federal, Central and Western."
"Well." Steve looked at Zach, "I actually don't have any republican identity reserves. These are the resources held by some of my contacts outside of Barton. There aren't many in the central part, but there are more in the west."
"Are there many republicans in the west?" Mo asked. In fact, this question has been answered for a long time. James knew that tofu pudding can be salty or sweet.
"Yes." Steve nodded, "The trade between the West and the Republic was the earliest in the Federation. To find a suitable identity for you, we still need to contact you from the West." He pursed his lips and digressed, "Listen He said that the recently passed trade import and export bill was implemented by the west." He hesitated, "I also heard that the west is also conducting some transactions with our north."
What lies to the north of the Commonwealth? It's the mountains, what's beyond the mountains. The Indians of the past have no way of knowing because their civilization was not strong enough to support them across the harsh mountains, but the later Confederacy could. Unfortunately, after crossing over, the Federation failed to expand its territory, and it became a new colonial country.
The war that ended ten years ago, which has been mentioned many times, was fought against them in part of the battlefield. A little review: General Lance was deemed treason by Ike. Because he discovered that Lance was making secret deals with the Northern Territory of the Federation.
Zach had no intention of hearing this kind of gossip, but instead had an apologetic expression on his face, "Sorry, I didn't know this identity would be so troublesome."
"No." Steve waved his hand, "Identities are like this, people flow. Identities keep stopping in various cities, maybe they continue to flow, maybe people disappear and leave their identities behind. Only businessmen like us have the opportunity to do this kind of business ." He shrugged, "The reserves I have are all identities left over from other places. This is easy to understand."
It's easy. I don't dare to think about it from any angle. People who replace their identities will not still live in this city where their identities are well known.
"Then the identities of these people. Are they all left behind?" Mo fiddled with the information, "Where did they go?"
"Well, they are dead, missing, or want to disappear..." Steve waved his hand, "There are many people who actively and passively give up their identities. You don't need to care about where these people go. What you need to care about is that these identities are legal and legitimate. They can make a person without identity People are starting a new life in a new place.”
Steve looked at Mo's reluctant face. It is understandable that no matter who encounters this kind of thing, they will be a little repelled. "I have another way, if you are willing to wait."
"wait?"
"With the passage of the trade bill, more and more people will come to the Republic. It is foreseeable that some people will immigrate or stay in the Federation." Steve was very serious when talking about work, "I heard some rumors that Barton's Port of Marsa will Being supported by the state government as a trading port…”
Zach raised an eyebrow. Didn't interrupt. Guess what he thought of? Thinking of Susan coming to negotiate terms, she asked for Fisher.
"So there will definitely be republicans coming to Barton. If you don't want the second-hand identity left by others, you can create your own. Take advantage of the chaotic supervision of the first batch of people's flow and find a loophole. Take advantage of it."
Steve observed Zach's expression, "If you believe me, you can leave it to me."
"I knew you were a dealer of identities, but I didn't know you could also create identities." Zach was thinking about it.
"The essence is the same. They all use the update deviation between the identity system and the real person." Steve answered, "If you think about it this way, the Republic is half a world away from us, so it is easier to operate. The previous one was just a handover. Trading, making one now, could be possible."
Zach looked at Mo to ask for the client's opinion, "What do you think."
Mo looked at the information and didn't know whether it was a republican woman who was 'dead, missing, or wanted to disappear'. He pursed his lips and said, "Wait a minute. Anyway, according to you, there will be more and more such identities, right?" Well. Even if I can’t create a new identity belonging to me, these things won’t escape.”
"That's right." Steve nodded with a smile and looked at Zach.
Zach also nodded, "That's it, thank you."
"You're welcome." Steve waved his hand and started to clean up, smiling to himself, "Just pay." Everyone knew the identity of Danny who didn't pay. Mo Gang also used it as a negative example, and it was difficult for Steve not to laugh at himself.
When I was putting my identity information back into my bag, a piece of information that hadn't been taken out accidentally fell out. Mo quickly held it and asked casually, "What is this?"
"Thanks." Steve stuffed it back casually, "Information about other jobs." He probably didn't mean to explain. However, the cleaning up movement still started slowly until it stopped.
Steve took out the information but did not open it, "Zach, can I ask you a favor?"
"What's the deal?"
"Well." Steve seemed to be hesitating, holding the information in his hand, "Well..."
Zach didn't know what the other party was going to say, so when Steve hesitated and finished his words, he gestured towards Mo. Mo nodded and left.
Steve noticed and turned to watch Mo leave, "Well, it's nothing..." Mo went out anyway, out of courtesy.
"You tell me." Zach smiled.
Steve held the document in his hand and tapped the table gently, "It's just the thing that delayed my coming here today, um..."
Zach chuckled and waited for the other party's hesitation to pass.
"Okay." Steve made a decision and opened the information, but his expression was a little weird, "Do you know Didi? Alien, Didi."
Zach pursed his lips, "I know you, Mirror Man, in the South District."
"She called me this morning." Steve became more fluent and pushed the information to Zach, "About ** years ago, she bought an identity from me and was introduced by Sibella."
Zach took the information and took a look. The person on it was not Didi, at least not the one he remembered in Zach's memory. There was only a slight resemblance. "Is this the identity she bought?"
"Yeah." Steve nodded, "I was more impressed because there were two Didi who went to my place at that time. They said that their twin sisters had been living under the same identity and they wanted to buy a new one for the extra person. .”
Zach curled his lips, "Do you believe it?"
"Sibella introduced it." Steve repeated the point. "I was convinced at the time."
Zach wanted to, but held back, "Does the Mirror Man have anything to do with you?"
"She said that the real Didi was getting married under a new identity, and asked me to send her family information so that she could start a new life."
"Oh?" Zach raised his eyebrows, "Congratulations then."
Steve's face turned ugly, "But I don't know the address of Didi who has adopted a new identity."
Zach raised his eyebrows, looked at the information in front of him, and read out the address in the residence column, "xxxxx."
"I confirmed, she moved. She is probably living with the man she is getting married to. Tsk!" Steve lowered his head irritably.
Zach blinked, "You said you wanted me to help, did you want me to ask for your address?"
"Yes!" Steve's face started to turn red.
"Didn't you ask at the beginning?" Zach was just curious.
"Tsk!" He was absolutely ashamed. "What the Mirror Man wanted to tell me was rejected by me!" He said, annoyed, "I was a little confused when I heard her talking about her alien race! Just thinking about it Bella also used me to get the identity of a guy like Du said, and directly and decisively said that I knew the address of the identity that she sold, and she refused!"
Immediately, Steve looked at Zach with a red face, "I'm not talking about aliens, I'm talking about Sibella lying to me! Twins who have shared the same identity since childhood!*! I actually believed it! Who knows Sibella What method did you use to make me, a person who deals with the identity system every day, believe this nonsense! If Didi didn't call me in the morning and directly said that he was a foreigner, I would have thought these two guys were twins! You know this makes me How stupid does it look?"
Zach completely understood, closed the document with a smile, and reached out to pat Steve comfortingly, "Now are you embarrassed to ask Didi?"
Steve curled his lips and spoke out in one breath, seemingly relieved, "Yeah. I feel like asking again will remind me of how stupid I was before!"
"Haha, let me ask for you." It's such a trivial matter, "Are you urgent?"
Steve waved his hand irritably, "No hurry!"
"Then go down, you are welcome to visit and stay for dinner." Zach smiled and comforted the guy, "I still have a phone call to make."
For Madison, business advice… (.)