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Have you ever wondered what kind of name you want to give your child in the future? Come on and talk about it!

Popular reviews are as follows:

"Woo woo Woo Sister is going to have a baby, so sour and envious!"

- Miss Achi's reply is:

No, it's just a sudden curiosity to ask!

"What will be the last name of Ah Hao's child?"

- She replied, "What should it be?" ”

There was a lot of talk at the bottom.

"It turns out that Ah Hao's boyfriend's surname is He, and the case has been solved."

There are also people who gag: "How about calling Homer?" ”

"What a dolphin."

"Why?"

"He Shang, take the meaning of noble spirit."

Occasionally, there are some relatively serious replies:

"The boy's name is Dongcheng, and the girl's name is Yingxin?"

- This article also has Miss Achi's reply:

"There are too many strokes of the name, and when I am punished by the teacher, I will cry when I am punished by the teacher, and I am talking about my experience (laughing and crying)."

When I saw this, I vaguely realized that this was a key clue, and hurriedly pulled it in:

"Ah Cai, look at this."

Shi Zuocai stared at this news for a while, frowned, and continued to scroll down.

"Huh? Does Mr. Achio's name have a lot of strokes? ”

"No! Often! Many! Every word is a lot! I'm scared of signing now. ”

Shi Zuo raised his head and glanced at me, reading the same meaning in each other's eyes.

"Can we find her name based on this clue?" I asked.

"It should work."

But how, exactly? Just knowing the clue that there are many strokes, there is no place to start......"

"Have you forgotten?" Shi Zuocai said:

"She took the civil service exam."

My eyes lit up and I exclaimed:

"Yes, since it's an exam, it will definitely be released, and now that the Internet is so developed, the admission list will definitely be available through the website search......"

This is undoubtedly the most exciting clue since the two of us began their investigation. At first, we just jot down as many details as possible in her diary, and then piece them together into a relatively complete outline through reasoning, but now, the real identity of the blogger is about to be revealed.

Shi Zuocai had already grasped the mouse one step ahead of me, clicked into the website, typed the words "Civil Service Examination 20XX" into the search engine, clicked into the bulletin board on the official website, and it only took a few minutes to find the admission list of previous years. That's a lot of PDFs.

"The owner of the blog mentioned in his diary that she was admitted to the civil service, which should have happened half a year ago."

As he spoke, Shi Zuo directly clicked into an announcement from half a year ago and downloaded the PDF file. When opened, a dense list of names came into view, and when you pulled it to the bottom, you could see that there were 120 people.

"After all, Guangzhou is a first-tier city, and it is normal for the number of applicants to be a little higher." I said helplessly, and I worked with Shi Zuocai to sort and screen the list.

At present, there is only one clue, that is, the woman's name has a lot of strokes, so more popular names such as "Wang Li" and "Li Ping" can be directly excluded, and after excluding some names that seem quite obvious and masculine, there are still more than 30 names left in the list.

It is obviously impossible to guess her real name from more than thirty names.

"It still seems too far-fetched." I sighed, a little lost.

Shi Zuocai didn't seem to have any intention of giving up: he frowned and pondered for a while, then opened a new web page, clicked back into Miss Achio's blog, and flipped through her diary one by one, trying to find some clues that had been missed.

I looked down at my phone, and it was almost ten o'clock. There was a gurgling sound in my stomach, and I suddenly remembered that I hadn't eaten dinner today.

I looked at Shi Zuocai and stood up:

"I'm going out to buy some skewers, what are you going to eat?"

"Eating after 10 o'clock can easily cause damage to your digestive system, and your stomach acid has stopped secreting." Shi Zuocai said indifferently.

I pursed my lips and left my seat with a big grin:

"You say yes, but for me: it's not happy to be hungry, it's not happy to have stomach problems, and since neither side is very happy, of course I love how it comes."

Having succeeded in convincing myself, I left the Internet café and went out on the street to buy supper.

Tonight is Friday, and the city of Guangzhou has not yet slept, and a scene of bright lights can be seen everywhere. Smoke wafted from the street stalls, and the aroma of fried noodles wafting through the air made me dizzy with hunger. I took out my wallet and counted it, barely enough money to make it to the end of the month, and while wondering if it was time to make some extra money, I walked to the barbecue stall and ordered a grilled wing, a bowl of fried noodles, two pig whips, and a few strings of pork belly.

While eating, I began to sort out today's experience in my mind, but for a while I couldn't remember why I had been tossing around here for most of the day with Shi Zuo.

It seems that it is because Shi Zuo has always felt that there is something strange about this woman's blog?

However, judging from the current investigation, there is really nothing too special about her: freelance painter, with a decent income, only thirty years old, a little girlish - and very fond of He Yu.

However, just knowing this, how can you know what is "strange" about her?

When he returned to the Internet café, Shi Zuocai was still staring at the computer screen in a daze. Honestly, I was quite gloating at seeing him knocked down by the puzzle.

I sat down next to him and burped.

"What's the matter, Detective Shi is in a stalemate and has no way out, right?"

Shi Zuocai ignored me, pushed away the chair, and stretched out his hand to pinch his eyebrows. After a while, I could hear him whispering again:

"It's weird...... It's so weird......"

I sighed in my heart, when this thing didn't behave quite right, it was probably nothing good, and said lazily:

"Don't dwell on it. Even if we know her name, we can't do anything. You are a stranger, just curious why she has been out of love for so long, I have long said that everyone's recovery period is different......"

"That's not the problem."

Shi Zuo interrupted me.

"I already know her name."

My eyes widened.

"What did you say?"

Shi Zuocai said calmly:

"Her name is Hao Shuqing."

"Hao Shuqing?" I repeated it in amazement, my eyes followed his mouse movements, and I saw him click on the admission list again, and the pointer hovered over "Hao Shuqing", who ranked 36th.

I silently wrote the name in my heart, and my first reaction was "There are so many fucking strokes", and then I asked:

"How did you know for sure that this is her name?"

"To put it simply," Shi Zuocai said, "I found another clue related to her name when I was rummaging through her diary. She once talked to He Yu about whose surname she would have if she had a child in the future. ”

[I like Mr. He's surname very much, it sounds like it has a very gentle taste. But Mr. He said he didn't like it, because people with the surname He were all over the streets in Guangzhou, and surnames like mine were relatively rare, so it was easier for people to remember. 】

"That is, you deduce from here that her last name is not a common big surname?"

"Yes. So I looked up a few of the most common surnames in Guangzhou, Chen, He, Li, Huang, Liu...... With these surnames removed, the strokes on the list are relatively complex, and there are only two names left that are relatively rare. ”

"As for concluding that this is her name, it's because of 'Qing'."

I looked at Shi Zuo before I selected the word Qing as highlight, still confused.

"Why?"

"Do you remember her Weibo name?"

"Of course I do, Miss Hello...... Wait......"

It dawned on me.

The side of "qing" and "chirp" are both "ie", which is probably not a coincidence. For example, if someone has the word "Li" in their name, the name of their social account likes to have a split word such as "Muzi". "Miss Aqing" also sounds cuter than "Miss Aqing".

Hao Shuqing. I silently recited the name over and over again. I had a wonderful feeling in my heart. A name is like a person's identity card, and when you know that person's name, it's as if you see him/her.

Now, in my mind, the woman named Hao Shuqing seems to be lifting the foggy curtain and slowly walking towards us.

We unknowingly snooped on someone's life, even if she had no intention of revealing her information or even knowing that we existed, and it made me feel a sudden and inexplicable panic.

I turned my head to look at Shi Zuocai, and my thoughts were divided.

And he really did it – just from a blog log, he deduced a person's age, job, life, surname.

I suddenly had a strange feeling that there was a demon hidden in his stuffy bottle-like shell that could see through people's hearts. People like this, in TV series, if they are not superhuman detectives, they are often the most vicious ultimate villains who play the protagonist in the palm of their hands.

I even began to worry about his future. Shi Zuocai seems to care more about the rationality behind human beings than about human emotions. What would his life look like if one day he lost interest in "humanity" itself, or if he stopped seeing humanity as "his own compatriots"?

But anyway. This detective game should all come to an end.

Shi Zuo won the game thoroughly and deservedly. He completed the "doxing" that used to require hundreds of people to complete, without even relying on even the slightest bit of illegal and unreasonable hacking techniques.

He already knew everything about the target, that is, Miss Hao Shuqing. At this point, it's time to stop.

That's how it should be.

But he didn't.

"It's weird...... It's so weird upstairs."

Shi Zuocai was still chattering.

I finally felt a little impatient.

"What the hell are you wondering about? Can we talk well? ”

"Don't you understand?" Shi Zuocai grabbed his hair and turned his head to look at me, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked a little nervous:

"We have not been able to get to the heart of the problem...... We've been ignoring ......"

"A blind spot ......"