Chapter 37 ID Card

Hongmo has always believed that he is not a family lover. In the past, when I was in college, I seldom thought about my parents at home. Especially after obtaining meteorites and awakening superpowers, there are even fewer.

Even after entering the research institute, Hongmo rarely thinks of his parents. Every time this idea, as soon as a small head came out of Hongmo's mind, it was pressed into the bottom of my heart.

Hong Mo knew that he was afraid to imagine his parents' situation. I am really an unfilial son. Hong Mo covered his eyes with his hand and stood on the street in silence.

"Dad, are you crying?" Lingyin looked up at the red ink and found that there was a trace of water on his father's face. Lingyin has never cried, because in the research institute, she can't get anything. Lingyin will not compete for favor, let alone be coquettish.

"Let's go and check some information first." Hongmo erased the tears on his face and didn't want Lingyin to know what he thought.

Do you regret it? Hongmo didn't know whether he would regret it or not. He wouldn't say that he didn't regret it, because his psychology was indeed a little uncomfortable. Hongmo doesn't know if this is a feeling of regret, because there are some things that can't be repeated.

After searching for a long time, Hongmo found an Internet cafe on the street. Very formal and luxurious. Ten years have passed, and there are very few Internet cafes. Most people have home computers, and there is no room for small Internet cafes to survive. However, after all, some people like crowded and lively places, so there is another business opportunity here.

"Welcome, do you want to surf the Internet? Please show your ID card." A beautiful Internet cafe cashier said to Hong Mo.

ID card, Hong Mo was stunned for a moment before he remembered this. Where can I find this thing now? There is no red ink at all. I'm here to find a friend. Don't bother you." Hong Mo waved his hand, then pretended to walk a few times in the Internet cafe, and then pretended not to find a friend and left disappointedly.

Out of the Internet cafe, Hong Mo found a piece of paper with the words 'Certificate' on the opposite telegraph pole with a number on it.

This kind of thing still exists now. The red ink laughed in surprise in front of the telegraph pole. However, you have to buy a mobile phone first.

In the mobile phone store, Hongmo and Lingyin bought a mobile phone and then opened various services. The two mobile phones cost a total of 600 yuan. I have to say that the current mobile phones are really cheap.

The red ink dialed according to the number on the paper...

According to the other party's instructions, Hong Mo came to a storefront on a street corner with a bell. A seemingly obscene young fat man was sitting at the counter, nervously controlling the keyboard.

It seems that this guy seems to be busy, so Hongmo did not disturb him immediately. Instead, he looked at the furnishings of the room with great interest. It seems that this place to apply for a certificate is more formal.

Regular? No problem. A wry smile flashed in Hongmo's heart. He came to apply for a black certificate.

"Da, I lost again." The fat man pushed the keyboard forward with regret, and then shouted at the red ink. What are you doing here?"

"Can you apply for an ID card here? Black certificate." In the end, Hongmo asked directly. Hong Mo knew that it was very stupid to ask like this. But Hongmo really doesn't know the curves in it.

"Huh?" The fat man opposite was stunned.

"ID card, black certificate, can I apply for it?" Hong Mo said again.

"I said, buddy, is there something like you? At least it should be a little reserved, implicit." This fat man obviously made Bei Hongmo's attitude a little crazy. By the way, you're not a tiao, are you?" The fat man seemed to suddenly think of something.

"Do you think I look like me?" Hong Mo also looked at this interesting fat man.

In this way, the fat man really began to take a serious view of the red ink. After seeing the bell behind the red ink, the fat man seemed to see a rare treasure.

"LOLI, this is three-dimensional LOLI. Is this COS Felice Beier? This is absolutely right. This is obviously a common dress worn by Phyllis Beier in the legend of super power..." The fat man roared and rushed out of the counter, and even the huge counter was shaken.

Hong Mo put his hand on the fat man's shoulder and supported the fat pig from jumping over.

"What are you talking about?" The red ink is a little confused.

"Filace Beier, you don't even know this? Then why did you dress this girl like this? It's simply a three-dimensional live-action version of Phyllis. With that, the fat man felt the huge power of the hand on his shoulder and did not rush forward forcibly. Instead, he turned around and turned the computer monitor behind him in a circle.

"Look, look here." The fat man opened the D disk and opened a folder containing wallpaper files and audio files. Then the fat man clicked on the wallpaper file.

Filace Beier!

Hong Mo took a look. Sure enough, the appearance of this anime heroine is 80% similar to that of Lingyin. From this point of view, the fat man is not lying. It is indeed a very... coincidence.

I can't see that this fat man is still a fat man who is obsessed with animation. Hong Mo looked at it again and shook his head.

"What do you mean? What do you mean by shaking your head? Do you look down on Felice?" The fat man seemed to feel that his idol had been insulted and said viciously.

"That's not true. I just think these anime characters are almost the same. After so many years, nothing seems to have changed."

"What do you mean?"

"Actually, I think the prototype of this Phileas is more like Remilia Scarlet."

"Remilia Scarlett, who is that? Why haven't I heard of it?" The fat man scratched his head doubtfully.

"It's normal that I haven't heard of it. It's an anime character more than ten years ago."

"A few decades ago, antiques? Brother, how old are you? I don't think you're older than me. The fat man asked, but Hong Mo did not answer.

"Don't waste time on this topic. Let me ask you again, do you want to apply for an ID card here? Black certificate."

"Hey, don't be so swddy. Now you beg me. Do you know? If you don't explain clearly, I won't take this job." The fat man and Hong Mo met each other. He looked at the bell with regret and returned to the counter.

"From your tone, can you apply for a black certificate here?" The red ink tested it.

"Yes, why not? The general business here is to help people apply for all kinds of documents, which is reasonable. Of course, customers have special needs, and we can also meet them, such as your requirements. With that, the fat man typed a few characters on the keyboard.

"Which words are Remilia? I'm afraid I can't find it by typing the wrong number. The fat man suddenly poked his head out from behind the monitor and asked.

Hong Mo can't laugh or cry. It seems that this fat man is deliberately like this. If you don't explain it to him clearly, maybe you really won't help yourself.

Ten years have passed, and the most commonly used search website is still Baidu. The red ink entered a few words of Remilia, and then click Search. There are only a few pieces of information. It can be seen that ten years later, these anime characters are about to be forgotten.

"This is Remilia. It does look very similar to Phyllis. But it's a pity that there are too few pictures, just a few. The fat man looked at a few pictures and seemed to be a little unsatisfied.

"After all, it has been ten years, and it is not surprising that it has been forgotten." Hong Mo said lightly, with a sad breath in his words. Ten years, 2024, the New Year is coming, and it will soon be 2025. Ten years, the most important ten years in my life, have been spent in that cold research institute.

"What is this oriental project?" The fat man suddenly asked.

"A series, a game of the Oriental series." Hongmo's mood suddenly seemed a little depressed and replied casually. Then I saw the fat man searching for information on Baidu.

"Damn it, it turns out that there was such a Lori concentration camp ten years ago, all of which were two-dimensional beautiful girls. Each one has such characteristics. The fat man didn't know where to find a large collection photo of the Oriental project, in which dozens of game characters were lifelike.

"Okay, fat man, you can search by yourself when you have time. Now, help me apply for an ID card." Hong Mo's tone was a little cold.

The fat man turned his head and was ready to complain, but when he was stared at by the red ink's eyes, a cold air immediately rose up. After ten years of cold career in research, Hongmo gradually has a strange and cold momentum. Or usually this momentum is not obvious, but once the red ink is serious, ordinary people can definitely feel an uncomfortable feeling.

"Okay, let's take a picture first, and then I'll help you apply for an ID card, which will take about a day. It costs 10,000 yuan.

"Hm, is it just here to take a picture?"

"Come in with me. There is a small room for taking pictures." The fat man led the way and opened a small door from a pile of messy things.

Hong Mo led Lingyin and walked in, a small room and a camera.

click! It's very simple, and it's over.

"Wouldn't this little sister take a picture?" The fat man suddenly asked.

"Ye, my daughter is only six years old. Do you still need to take pictures?" Hong Mo is puzzled.

"Uncle, what kind of age are you from? As early as a few years ago, the country re-promulgated a decree. As long as you are five years old, you can get your own ID card and apply for it every two years to update the above photos." The fat man explained.

"Oh, let's take a picture."

I don't know if it's an illusion. After the fat man took a picture of the bell, the fat man was a little happy. Hongmo didn't see anything wrong, so he had to give up.

A day later, Hong Mo came here again with Lingyin and got his ID card.

"Uncle, this is your ID card. I made a deal first. Although this ID card is no different from the real ID card, it is a fake ID card after all. Of course, there is nothing in ordinary places, but it is better not to go to those places run by real countries." When the fat man handed over his ID card, he said.

Red ink nodded and then looked at the ID card.

Qin Feng, a very ordinary name. Then Hongmo looked at the ID card of Lingyin again.

Remilia Scarlett!

Hongmo is sure that he is right. Your family is good. Are you kidding me? The red ink looked at the fat man unkindly.

"What's the matter?" The fat man pretended to be puzzled.

What's the matter, you fat man?" What's the matter with this name?" Hong Mo pointed to the name on Lingyin's ID card.

"Oh, you said this. I couldn't think of a suitable name for a moment, so I used this. Anyway, it's a false certificate. If you go to a strict place, any name will be found out, and other places will not care what your name is." The fat man's eyes wandered a little.

Hongmo couldn't laugh or cry. Although what he said in this fat house did make some sense, Hongmo was very unhappy.

Forget it, I'm too lazy to pursue with this family. Hongmo turned around and was ready to leave.

The fat man was relieved to see Hong Mo out of the door, and then hurried back to the counter and turned on the computer. THIS IS A REAL COSPLAY. IT'S A PITY THAT IT'S NOT A BOT A BOT. THOSE animals MUST BE ENVY ME TO DEATH. The fat man stared at the computer screen with saliva.

In the screen, there is an enlarged photo of the ringtone.