Xia Chenghao's voice suddenly became a little choked, he was originally an excellent cleaner who killed people without blinking, but now he became so vulnerable.

"Ask the government department, they must know!" Peng Qinggui suddenly shouted.

"Government departments?" Xia Chenghao turned his head suddenly, there was still a layer of moisture in his eyes, but there was still a hint of surprise, he asked anxiously, "Really, why didn't I think of it." ”

Peng Qinggui felt that this time he had finally helped this young man, and said proudly: "But today is the weekend, they must not have work, so they can only wait for next week......

There was also deep regret in the words.

Xia Chenghao breathed a long sigh of relief, although according to the relevant regulations, everything here has a strict record, as long as you have the means and time, you will definitely be able to find out. But everything is not entirely like this, when I was young, I didn't even have a household registration record, and my parents were teachers here and couldn't find the record.

So it is undoubtedly even more impossible to find a girl who grew up in an orphanage.

Xia Chenghao turned his head, nodded at Peng Qinggui and said, "You can go back." ”

"Right here?" Peng Qinggui couldn't imagine that he only accounted for such a small part of the life course of this person with a story, and he originally wanted to follow the man to find relatives for a long time, so that his life would become colorful and no longer always blank.

Xia Chenghao took out his wallet, counted out ten banknotes and handed them over: "The fare!" ”

Peng Qinggui took the money, and there was a thousand Gelang in his hand, and he was surprised: "Actually, you don't need so much!" ”

He meant that it was originally more than five hundred, but when he held it in his hand, he suddenly found that there were more than five hundred, took out a few and put them in his pocket and handed the others to Xia Chenghao, "Too much, these are yours!" ”

Xia Chenghao didn't answer, the person was already outside the car, the door slammed shut, and soon the black back had disappeared into the vast sea of people, leaving Peng Qinggui holding the few banknotes in his hand and staring out the window.

"He didn't take his luggage with him!" Peng Qinggui suddenly remembered, got out of the car and opened the back suitcase, there was a big suitcase, Peng Qinggui looked around blankly, he didn't know what to do, whether to wait here or go back to Yizhou.

After a long time he tried to open the box, which was full of brand new clothes, and looked through it, but there was nothing to prove his identity.

Although many places have been demolished and new buildings have been built, there are still many places where the houses are still dilapidated.

Baogang is famous for its summer heat, and the whole city becomes like an extra-large sauna. Here, every pedestrian at the intersection of the street is hot, his face is red and wet, and he is sweating endlessly in the sun.

Many people still have wet towels around their necks, and the air is filled with a heavy smell of sweat, and the beauties have reduced their clothes to the bottom line of public opinion as much as possible, satisfying themselves while also making the poor passers-by who are suffering in the hot sun addicted.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening, Xia Chenghao was standing on the side of a road only a few meters wide, and the temperature under the trees was not lower than the road. But at this time, there is also a need for an unobtrusive place to rest anyway, and it is enough to give him half an hour.

Functional restart is a daily necessity for him, and he has to do it but also gives him gains and losses. From the time he discovered the problem in the rainforest of Burning Mars to now, it has taken him nearly seven years to adapt to such a biological clock.

Thirty minutes passed quickly for him.

Looking up at the road, there was no room to go ahead, so he turned back and walked on a much wider road. Walking slowly along the straight road, he didn't know where he would go.

There are two rows of tall Gattier plane trees planted on the side of the road, and the wide green leaves are like countless open palms blocking a large part of the sky, and only a little bit of the sky can be seen, and the sky is still very gray, gray is a very strange color, and it is very resistant to dirt.

The sky flickered with colorful lights, and it was surrounded by layers of towering buildings, cutting the endless sky into broken pieces, and the cloudy air and large clouds of dust sealed these small pieces of the sky tightly and dimly.

The brilliant star diamonds that should have been within reach on a normal day were only a few sparse at this time, moving dimly in the gray sky, and seemed to be just a ship in the night sky.

The stars have lost their luster, and the night sky has lost its brightness that symbolizes life, and the inhabitants of this forest have lost their night sky and the pleasure of stargazing.

Xia Chenghao sighed secretly, this former hometown had become so strange, so strange that it could no longer make him feel any close.

The road is flanked by sidewalks only two meters wide, covered with steaming stains, and some people are constantly splashing water on the ground with their basins, presumably to bring a touch of coolness to themselves.

On both sides of the street are already covered with long and short deck chairs, men and women, old and young, lying together without scruples, their bodies wrapped in strips of dotted cloth, covering the most important harm at the least cost, most of them are shaking fans and wearing towels, talking and laughing heroically.

Xia Chenghao still remembers sleeping in such a place when he was a child, and he would soon fall into a deep sleep until his father carried him back to bed.

"Mom, it's so hot!" Xia Chenghao in his memory turned over and couldn't fall asleep, but An Xiaoya had already slept and drooled.

Mom laughed and told fairy tales for hypnosis, helping him with a fan while Dad was fighting the mosquitoes on the other.

He suddenly felt that he had returned to fifteen years ago, these years were still in front of him, even though many had changed here, but life here still hadn't changed much, and there were still many people who couldn't sleep at night, so they could only stay up in the open field on the side of the road, and spend the hot summer in this way.

A faint fragrance wafted from afar, and Xia Chenghao could easily distinguish the taste of local food inside.

He didn't know if he should go in and see if the food he remembered was still being made, but there were more people in the alley and more people outside the restaurant, and he hated that it was crowded with people.

What I got from the life of Burning Mars in the past ten years was more quiet and bland. In crowded places, he often doesn't feel much security, and sometimes he even has the urge to go forward and fight. If Xia Chenghao himself is bad, then good people are incompatible, on the contrary, he must want to kill the bad people.