The strange lights flickered on and off, and on the large dance floor, pairs of men and women hugged each other and swayed.
The glass revolving door rotates slowly, and people come in and out from time to time. Among them are many women with scantily clad clothes. They are wandering around, looking for their goals, and at the same time, they are not scrutinized by various men.
After the song ended, the woman in a sequined suspender skirt took the man's arm and went to the check-in office to get her coat. After the two were dressed, they walked away together, chatting and laughing.
From then on, no one here has seen this woman again. However, no one cares. To the ballroom, she is just a guest who bought a ticket. Where she has been, what she has done, and even whether she lives or dies, it doesn't matter.
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"Comrade police, my wife has passed away. I am here to cancel her household registration."
"Have you brought the "Medical Certificate of Death", the deceased's resident ID card, household registration booklet, and your ID card?"
"I brought it with me. They're all here."
"Just a moment."
Duanmo moved his eyes away from the man's sad face, and clicked the mouse with his finger to retrieve the information in the household registration book from the computer.
After checking all the information, no errors were found, and handed it over to Liu Liyang, who was secretly sending messages on his mobile phone under the table.
Liu Liyang just browsed briefly, threw all the supporting materials back, and pointed to the electronic clock on the wall that showed seventeen thirty. She understood, nodded, and whispered: "Goodbye, Sister Liu."
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He stood up and copied what needed to be copied, filed what needed to be filed, and stamped what needed to be stamped. After a series of procedures were completed, he placed the materials in front of the man: "Everything is done, please keep it."
"Thank you." The man took the household registration book and glanced at the words "cancellation on death" on the page belonging to his wife. He couldn't help but sigh with red eyes.
Although he knew that any words of comfort at this time were feeble, Duanmo still said softly: "My condolences. Please walk slowly."
Looking at the man's lonely back, she took a long breath and started to pack her things and get ready to get off work.
Duan Mo, a senior student at the Police University, is currently interning in the household registration department of Xuyang Police Station. If nothing goes wrong, he can be retained after the internship is over.
He took out a long black down jacket from the cabinet and was about to put it on when several rhythmic knocks on the door came. He turned around and saw a man wearing a gray woolen half-coat standing by the half-open door: "You
OK, please ask, where is the Public Security Department?"
For convenience, the household registration department is the first one in the corridor on the first floor. People who come to the police station often come here to ask where other departments are. Duan Mo, who has been at Xuyang Police Station for more than two months, has long been accustomed to this and pointed in one direction.
Pointing: "At the end of the corridor, that's the innermost room."
The man's eyes stayed on her face for a moment, then he thanked her and walked into the corridor.
After checking the doors and windows one last time, Duanmo left the police station.
November has entered the harsh winter in the north, and the arrival of a new wave of cold air has made the weather even colder. Duanmo buttoned up the hood of his down jacket, pulled up his scarf, and walked home along the street.
It's said to be a home, but it's actually a rental house.
The police university and the police station are located in the west and north of the city. It was too inconvenient to travel back and forth, so she rented a one-bedroom unit in the Lianbei Xincheng community less than one kilometer away from her workplace.
It's one bus stop away, and you have to walk both ways, so even though it's cold, she still likes to walk back.
There are still two days before the first day of October in the lunar calendar. According to the local custom in Liancheng, on the first day of October, the Hades Festival, people have to send cold clothes to their deceased relatives. People will often choose to burn paper money at the crossroads on the same day or three or four days in advance.
As we walked along, at almost every intersection there were people burning paper money and cold clothes. The so-called cold clothes were not real clothes, they were all made of paper.
In the past, cold clothes were basically Hanfu, mandarin jackets and the like. Nowadays, businesses are getting more and more active, and even the styles of paper clothes are constantly being updated.
At the intersection, a man and woman in their fifties were gathered around a fire, chanting: "Xiao Hui, this is the latest down jacket of the same style as a celebrity. I think you will like it."
Duanmo didn't believe in feudal superstition, but after hearing their words, he couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Oh, this thing is really keeping pace with the times. It not only has "down jackets", but also B family's classic plaid scarves and the popular over-the-knee boots.
Colorful paper work was thrown into the fire, and the fire burned even brighter. Duanmo quickly quickened his pace to avoid being splashed by scattered sparks.
After more than twenty minutes, she finally arrived home.
Lianbei New Town is a newly built community with good heating. As soon as you enter the house, you will feel a rush of hot air, and the chill on your body will be quickly dissipated.
After changing into slippers, I first went to the coffee table to get the remote control and turned on the TV. I wasn't really watching, but there was some movement, so that the house wouldn't be too deserted.
After entering the bedroom and changing into loose and comfortable home clothes, Duanmo went to the kitchen and made a bowl of Yangchun noodles.
When she sat down on the plush carpet in front of the sofa with her hands in her hands and was about to eat, all the lights and TV sets in the room stopped working at the same time. Darkness and silence hit her at the same time. She slapped her head - she forgot to save
The electricity bill is up!
Lianbei New City has this problem. In the new community, the electricity meter is not connected to the Internet for the time being. She cannot pay through mobile phones yet. She can only use the electricity purchase card to go to the property to pre-deposit. In fact, the day before yesterday, she received a notice that the balance of the electricity bill was insufficient, and she wanted to get off work.
I went, but later I was so busy that I forgot about it.
Too lazy to change clothes, I just put on a long down jacket over my home clothes, took my keys, mobile phone and electricity purchase card and went out.
The elevator came down from upstairs and stopped at the fifteenth floor. The door opened. Duanmo was slightly startled. There was a man in the car. He was the same man who asked her where the Public Security Department was before getting off work.
The man obviously recognized her and nodded slightly: "Hello."
Duan Mo said nothing, just nodded with slightly raised lips, walked in, and stood on the other side of the car. She was not in the habit of communicating with strangers, and stared at the constantly changing numbers on the display the whole time.
After charging the card, I went home and my noodles were already cold, so I was too lazy to do anything else, so I just took a shower and went to bed.
Maybe I went to bed too early, so I woke up the next day before the alarm clock went off. In winter, it gets late, so it didn't wait until half past six before the sun crawled out little by little, like it was stretching a muscle.
She covered herself tightly, put on her backpack and walked towards the police station.
Liu Liyang rushed into the office at the last minute. She took off her off-white cashmere jacket, quickly put on a police uniform top, tucked her maroon wavy hair into a police hat, and straightened herself just before the director came in.
He sat down in front of the desk and used the desk to cover up his hip-hugging skirt and boots with eight-centimeter heels.
"The director is good." Liu Liyang smiled like a flower.