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Chapter eight hundred and ninety-eight:

"Okay, the procedures have been completed. Just come and get your ID card in five days." Officer Lei walked in and placed a document bag in front of Ming Jing and his son. He looked at Ming Jing and said very seriously: "

You are already an adult, and you have to think about the consequences of whatever you do."

"I'm sorry!" Ming Jing bowed honestly. During the four years since his disappearance, apart from his family, Officer Lei was the one who cared about him the most. He was a good policeman who truly served the people and was serious and responsible.

"Go home!" Officer Lei waved his hand and said, "This matter is over here. Our bureau also sent a letter to the insurance company to explain it, but you still need to go there on your own for some specific matters.

Deal with it."

"We know that...Officer Lei, let's have a meal together. You have worked hard these past four years." Ming's father suggested.

"Old Ming, you just know what's going on. Go and deal with it quickly! Also, why should I join in the fun when your family is reunited? Go home!" Officer Lei smiled and waved his hand again.

Ming's father glanced at his son, sighed and said, "When you're done, please be sure to treat Officer Lei to a meal. Our family is really grateful to you."

"Let's talk again!" Officer Lei laughed, turned and left.

The two father and son thanked the other police officers who were handling the case before leaving the police station and preparing to go home. Originally, their father owned a Mercedes-Benz, but after four years of looking for him, the business was gone. The car had already been sold for money.

Just walk to the subway station facing the sun.

Walking to a supermarket, Ming Jing stopped and said: "It's too hot, buy two bottles of ice water!"

"One bottle is enough, I'm not thirsty." The old father shook his head and said.

Ming Jing paused and said with a smile: "Then let's go home and drink ice water. I put a big bottle in the refrigerator."

"Well, hurry up! It won't be hot anymore when we get to the subway station." The old father nodded and quickened his pace.

Ming Jing looked at his father's back and couldn't help but feel sad. The small boss who had some wealth four years ago was now reluctant to even drink a bottle of ice water. And in the past few years in the Naruto World, although there were times when his life was in danger, it was generally a smooth sailing.

Fortunately, while he was enjoying himself freely, his parents were suffering tremendous pain. Thinking of this, Ming Jing slapped himself directly, and the clear sound made his father, who was walking in front, turn around.

Looking at the red mark on his son's face, Ming's father was silent for a long time before he said, "When you get home, spend more time with your mother."

"I will!" Ming Jing nodded seriously.

The father and son finally squeezed onto the subway. Ming Jing subconsciously raised his head and saw a familiar but unfamiliar old man standing on the subway platform. "Didi di!" The gate began to urge, but Ming Jing stood beside his father and did not get off the car.

The old man had kind eyes and watched the subway leave with a smile.

Two days later, Ming Jing went out for a walk with his mother and bought some things. At the checkout position, he met the old man for the third time. Ming Jing still ignored him. After sending his mother home, he chose to go out alone at two o'clock in the afternoon. This

It is the hottest time in Star City. Under normal circumstances, there are no pedestrians in the open-air park.

I found a pavilion to sit down, and not long after, the old man appeared again carrying a bag.

Ming Jing stood up and punched him. The old man reacted very quickly. He raised his arm to block Ming Jing's fist. Then there was a crisp "click" sound, and the old man's arm bone cracked...

Enduring the severe pain, the old man looked at the mirror with increasing satisfaction and said, "It seems you have noticed it!"

"I wasn't sure before, but now I'm sure." Ming Jing sat down again and said calmly. This old man was the one who threw him into the world of Naruto on the bus four years ago. Through his actions, Ming Jing had already discovered

, there is phantom power in the old man, but it is fixed in the body like a brick and cannot be used as he wishes.

This world is true materialism! Even if the things of idealism exist, don’t even think about using them easily.

"It's just a broken bone?" The old man sat down, unpacked the bag he brought with one hand, took out the plaster and applied it evenly on the broken bone, so skillfully that it made people feel distressed.

"I'm afraid that if I can't help but beat you to death, I will be sentenced to death." Ming Jing exhaled and said, "In any case, you have satisfied my unrealistic fantasy... although the cost is to disappear for four years."

"Do you want to go back?" the old man asked gently, hanging his hands.

"I don't know..." Ming Jing was a little confused. Suddenly he came back to his senses, looked at the old man with wide eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"

"That's what you understand." The old man said with a smile.

"Isn't the world of Naruto fictional?" Ming Jing asked with a frown.

The old man took out a copy of "The Surprise at the First Moment" and asked: "This is a collection of short stories written by Ling Shuchu, a novelist in the late Ming Dynasty. Do you think what Ling Shuchu wrote is what actually happened, or is it hearsay?"

Without waiting for Ming Jing's answer, the old man continued to ask: "Can't what you hear from hearsay be true?"

"I understand!" Ming Jing calmed down, stared at the old man and asked, "So, can the two worlds communicate with each other?"

"No." The old man replied directly.

"Why? They are obviously two real worlds."

"Because the rules are unclear." The old man explained calmly.

"What if the fusion is forced?" Ming Jing asked.

"Then the world will be destroyed. After all, a peacock and an elephant cannot be combined." The old man replied looking at the mirror.

Ming Jing was silent. There were people he valued in both worlds, and he could not do anything to destroy a world for his own selfish desires.

The old man continued to add: "But it is still possible to smuggle one or two people over."

"How to do it?" Ming Jing's eyes lit up, he looked at the old man and asked,

"Just let the mainstream of the world recognize it." The old man took out a fan from his bag and started shaking it.

“What is the world mainstream?”

"Of course they are human beings!" the old man said with a smile.

"Can you tell me in detail?" Ming Jing changed his words.

"Everyone will know nearly 80,000 people in his lifetime. Among all the people we know, only a few will become very special and keep in touch. In the long river of time, there are many specific moments, which are like a beautiful song.

A poem with no beginning and no end." The old man looked up at the sky. The sun was too big, and then turned to look at the big tree not far away, but the literary and artistic atmosphere was still destroyed after all.

"You mean, you want at least 80,000 people in this world to have an impression on the visitor, right?" Ming Jing immediately concluded.

"Children can be taught! Humans are social animals, and the only thing that can prove a person's true existence is other people." The old man smiled and nodded, agreeing with Ming Jing's words.

Ming Jing was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said, "I understand! Thank you."

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