Daejun has no clue about his identity, and when he was rescued, there was only a wallet in his clothes, and everything in it was missing except for a photo.

He crouched on the side of the road, holding the somewhat blurry photograph of the sea bubbles, a habit he had developed over the past few months. The photograph itself has lost its original appearance, and it seems to be the figure of a girl, but the facial features are no longer clear.

This is the only clue about himself, maybe if he finds the girl in the photo, he will be able to remember who he is. Just as he was thinking about himself, suddenly a truck roared over, and the huge wheels lifted the water on the road in front of him, and the whole splash splashed on him.

Dajun's appearance at this time can only be described as embarrassed, his clothes and luggage are completely wet, and this is all thanks to the truck, he angrily cursed a few words towards the car in the distance. After venting, he sat down on the ground in some frustration.

Photo?!

He came back to his senses, but the photo in his hand was long gone, probably because he had fallen somewhere in a panic before. Daejun hurriedly searched along the side of the road, but half an hour passed, and the final result was that he had completely lost the photo.

His last bit of hope vanished.

Looking at the road where cars were coming and going, Dajun was dazed. Until he was slapped on the shoulder by a large hand.

"I'm sorry, please show me your ID. ”

Police uniforms, police badges.

I didn't expect him to meet so soon.

Because Dajun didn't have any documents to prove his identity, and because he was no different from a homeless man in his current embarrassment, the kind police officer took him back to the police station for tea.

"Yikes... Officer Cui, bring back a homeless man, I didn't say you, at this rate, our police station is about to become a shelter. A passing officer joked.

"It is our duty to bring back suspicious people for questioning. The police officer surnamed Cui said.

The man smiled and walked away.

Inside the police station, it's not an exaggeration to say that the scene here is deserted, perhaps because of its proximity to the edge of the city, where there are not many police officers interrogating criminals in handcuffs. Just in a row of chairs in the doorway sat a few people who looked a little depressed like him.

A few of the officers in the office area who looked a little idle were chatting with each other, not caring about Dajun, the newcomer, at all.

Officer Choi led him to a desk and handed him a glass of water.

"What's your name?"

"I... I don't know. ”

"I don't know, or don't you want to say?"

"I really don't know, I don't even remember anything before. Dajun said, the confusion in his heart made his whole person look unenergetic, his wet clothes were still dripping into the ground, and the image of the down-and-out homeless man was simply deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Officer Choi shook his head, seeming to sympathize with him, "How long has this situation lasted?"

"It's been a few months. Dajun said honestly.

"Can you remember where your home is?"

"I don't remember. ”

Officer Cui asked some questions in a row, and the pen in his hand quickly made notes on the paper. Finally, he sorted it out and said to Dajun: "I'll take you to take pictures later, and if I contact your family, I'll let you meet as soon as possible, but before that you have to stay in the shelter for a while." ”

"Thank you. Daejun thanked him. At first, he didn't think of seeking help from the police, but now he knew that the other party was helping him, and he couldn't help but be grateful.

He wanted to know too much about his past.

In the evening, he was taken by police car to a shelter in another city, along with the homeless people from the police station.

There, he was arranged to live in a simple dormitory, before Dajun came, there were more than a dozen people living in the dormitory, they were basically ragged, dazed, homeless people who didn't know where their homes were, some of them even seemed to be mentally ill, and the whole dormitory was filled with an indescribable disgusting smell.

Dajun covered his mouth, resisted the desire to vomit, and ran all the way out of the shelter, and it was thanks to the lax management of this place that he escaped smoothly without the slightest resistance.

He held on to a tree on the side of the road and stopped to rest for a while, but suddenly felt someone coming behind him.

"Hey, who's that. ”

When Daejun looked back, a man with sunglasses was waving at him, and he thought it was someone from the shelter, so he quickly turned around and ran.

When the man saw him running away, he actually chased after him, shouting in his mouth, probably to make him stop.

After running for about a few streets, seeing that the other party was alone, Daejun finally gasped and stopped in front of a store. The other party was no better than him, and moved in front of him like a dead dog.

"You... What are you running?"

"Who are you, what are you chasing me for?"

"If you don't run, can I chase?"

Dajun waved his hand and sat down on the ground. The man sat down on the ground as he did. After a short break.

The man pointed at him, still panting, and asked, "Do you want to get a job?"

"I don't have an ID. Dajun shook his head and said.

"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't know you didn't have an ID card, and the guy who went into the shelter was either a beggar or a homeless man with a sick brain. The man's tone of voice was very rude, and he also had a temperament that only gangsters have, he seemed to feel that it was a little troublesome to talk to Dajun like this, and said directly, "I don't think you look like a fool, as long as you follow me in the future, I guarantee that you have something to eat, a place to sleep, and maybe I can get you a girl to play with, how about it?"

"Why are you so good to me? You know me?" Daejun asked, pointing to his nose and earnestly.

"Who knows such a poor ghost as you, let me ask you again, do you want to?" the man asked impatiently.

"I don't know you, I can't go with you. Dajun shook his head a little stubbornly.

The man saw that he was full of local flavor, and he was even more stupid when he spoke, so he couldn't help but roll his eyes and said with a smile: "Oh, I just said something wrong, I know you, aren't you... When I was a child, we used to peek at the village widows taking a bath!"

"Do you really know me?!, tell me, what's my name?" Daejun asked eagerly, grabbing his clothes excitedly, as if grasping at the last straw in front of him.

"You... Isn't that what you call it? The man's eyes wandered, and finally his gaze stopped on a billboard on the side of the road, "Yes, it's Li Minghao!"

"Li Minghao?"

"Yes, brother, I found you. ”

"Do you know where my house is?"

Dajun, oh no, it's time to call him Lee Myung-ho, he looked at the person in front of him with a look of hope.

"Your home. . . There's no one in your house, you're an orphan. ”

“。。。 ”