Page 2, Mo Xiaoxue

This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is the date of birth. The printed date is March 1 of this year.

In the relationship column, the words "brother and sister" were clearly written.

Looking at Mo Xiaoxue's ID card number in the household registration book, Chen Junqiang entered it into the police mobile phone and checked it. The information was indeed true.

Moreover, the first digits of Mo Jingchun and Mo Xiaoxue's ID numbers are the same.

In other words, the little guy sitting in the stroller at this moment, holding a bottle and sucking, with two big beautiful eyes looking at him curiously, is indeed Mo Jingchun's sister.

To be precise, the little guy was looking at Mo Jingchun, who was standing opposite him with his head lowered.

"Brother and sister"

The two words that were so familiar hit Chen Junqiang's chest like a hammer.

So weak and powerless, yet so powerful.

For a moment, Chen Junqiang, who felt tight in his chest, didn't know how to speak. He was asked to maintain law and order and catch bad guys. He was very good at it. As for how to comfort a person, comfort a person who had lost his parents and had to raise a person who seemed dissatisfied.

One year old sister, Chen Junqiang really doesn’t know.

Moreover, the little guy in the stroller is still so young, which means that the time that Mo Jingchun lost his mother recently will definitely not exceed a year, and it may even be less than half a year.

Died due to dystocia?

Chen Junqiang didn't know, and he wouldn't take the risk to ask. Otherwise, what's the difference between this and adding salt to Mo Jingchun's unhealed wound.

Standing behind Chen Junqiang, Du Xiaohan, who was only 165cm tall, could not see the contents of the household registration book at all, but the change in Chen Junqiang's expression was noticed by Du Xiaohan.

This made Du Xiaohan even more curious about what kind of information caused such rich changes in the police's expressions.

Is the registered permanent residence a fake? As soon as the idea came up, Du Xiaohan rejected it himself.

In the Internet age, if the household registration book is fake, a little checking will reveal it. There is no need to make false claims in the household registration book. What's more, Du Xiaohan just saw the police using their mobile phones to verify the information in the household registration book.

The police did not immediately say that there was a problem with the household registration book, which further proves that the household registration book is genuine and there is no problem.

Du Xiaohan really couldn't imagine what kind of different information there was in the household registration book. Du Xiaohan had used the household registration book several times, but she didn't pay much attention to the detailed information in the household registration book.

In Du Xiaohan's impression, the household registration book seemed to only contain the name, home address, ID number, gender, diploma, and date of birth.

The crowd gathered together and watched never stopped talking. Some of them were laughing, some had disgust on their faces, and some of the people who had just watched had some shock on their faces after hearing what everyone said.

"Everyone, please leave. Nothing happened. Don't make wild guesses."

The first thing Chen Junqiang thought of was to let the onlookers disperse.

In the crowd, a middle-aged woman with a loud voice asked:

"Officer, this man is not stealing children, right?"

As soon as the middle-aged woman finished speaking, Chen Junqiang felt a knot in his heart. He quickly shook his head and said, "It's nothing, Auntie."

Chen Junqiang paused for a moment and then added: "I'm just doing a routine check."

"Everyone, please disperse quickly, don't scare the children."

"oh oh."

Although most people had some reluctance on their faces, they still dispersed and found a place to sit down. Although a few people walked away, they still looked at him from the corner of their eyes.

With a stiff smile on his face, Chen Junqiang returned the admission notice and household registration book to Mo Jingchun.

"Hello, your items."

Mo Jingchun did not raise his head, but silently took the Peking University admission notice and household registration book returned by the police, turned around, knelt down, and put the two important items back into the suitcase and put them away.

He can understand what the police and the woman did, but understanding is still understanding, and the pain in his heart is beyond his control.

At this time, Mo Jingchun could have pointed at the woman behind the policeman and said "sick.", leaving the woman speechless.

"Sorry, I..." Before Chen Junqiang could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Mo Jingchun.

"It's okay."

Mo Jingchun took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped the milk leaking from his sister's chin. The little guy frowned in dissatisfaction.

Chen Junqiang, who was at a loss, was poked in the back by Du Xiaohan, who had been silent. Chen Junqiang, who turned around, shook his head twice to signal Du Xiaohan, who was a head shorter, to stop talking.

After leaving Mo Jingchun's location and walking far away, Chen Junqiang explained to Du Xiaohan.

"Don't take it too seriously. What you did is correct. Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens."

After saying that, Chen Junqiang left and walked towards the convenience store not far from the toilet. Only the silent Du Xiaohan was left.

"Is it really right?"

Du Xiaohan seemed to be asking himself or the police.

Du Xiaohan looked at the thin body that was bent over. The difference was that the man's face did not show a smile like before.

And this was all caused by her.

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After cleaning sister Candy's milk bottle, Mo Jingchun was just about to drag her luggage back to her seat.

"I'll hold it for you."

Du Xiaohan wanted to help Mo Jingchun pull the suitcase, but Mo Jingchun, whose upper right hand was on the lever, did not let go.

The next scene made Du Xiaohan dumbfounded.

If I don't let go, I feel a little guilty and too anxious.

Du Xiaohan's fingernails directly scratched a white scar on Mo Jingchun's right hand. The white scar turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it started bleeding in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, the blood coagulated quickly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it."

Du Xiaohan was at a loss and just repeated "I'm sorry" and "I didn't mean it" over and over again.

Mo Jingchun looked down at his right hand expressionlessly, then raised his head at the annoying woman.

"Auntie, could you please give way?" Mo Jingchun was almost gritting his teeth.

The monk is still very angry, not to mention that Mo Jingchun is still an impulsive young man.

When she was at school, Mo Jingchun would not endure it like this.

Returning to the seat again, Mo Jingchun took a closer look at his scratched right hand.

"Unlucky! If I had known this, I would have set off one day earlier."

"What's wrong?" Chen Junqiang asked as he sat on the seat next to Mo Jingchun.

Facing the inquiries from the police who returned, Mo Jingchun was silent for a moment, and then said: "It's nothing, the cat accidentally scratched my right hand."

"Cat? I'm often on duty here. Why haven't I seen a cat?" Chen Junqiang was puzzled.
Chapter completed!