President of Zhuma PK

Early the next morning, Song Ci was dragged by Li Yunqiang to the private high school he was talking about, Hongde High School in S City.

The teacher in charge of the Academic Affairs Office was a man, short and bloated, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses covering almost half of his face.

He glanced at the two brothers who looked like brothers in front of him through the thick glasses, then lowered his head again, and asked lazily, "Which of you two wants to enroll?"

Li Fan pointed to the silent Song Ci next to him, "It's him."

The male teacher rummaged through the pile of documents in front of him for a long time before he found a crumpled piece of paper, and handed it to Li Fan, "Go back and fill out this "Application Form for Admission", and then have your guardian bring it to you tomorrow." With the household registration book, ID card, work certificate issued by the unit, ... just come to the school to go through the enrollment procedures."

Li Fan only memorized the first three, and he had never heard of the messy list of documents after that.

He said with some confidence: "That... Teacher, I am his guardian."

The male teacher raised his head, looked at the two people in front of him carefully again, and said in disbelief, "You? Who are you? You only look about sixteen or seventeen years old. How could you be his guardian? Don't make trouble. Now, go back and call your parents!"

Li Fan and Song Ci looked at each other and said: "Teacher, what I said is true. We are a reorganized family. My father and his mother died in a car accident when they were traveling last year. There are no other relatives in the family. We There are only two of us left at home. And I have passed my eighteenth birthday, so I am his legal guardian."

The male teacher was stunned, still finding it unbelievable, "Then show me your ID card."

Li Fan showed embarrassment, "I was a little anxious to go out this morning, and I forgot to bring it. How about this, you list the documents and certificates required for the admission procedures, and I will come to you when I have everything done."

The male teacher was dubious, and casually took out a piece of paper from the pile of documents in front of him, listed all the strange documents one by one, and handed it to Li Fan.

Li Fan received it respectfully and put it away, thanked him a few more times, and then pulled Song Ci, who had been silent all this time, out of the office of the Academic Affairs Office.

As soon as the two walked out, Song Ci said, "Your lying skills seem to be at full strength."

Li Fan said: "In the future, we will tell more lies to cover today's lies, until even we ourselves believe what we are telling is true. We have no other way, because we are indeed a lie from beginning to end. .”

The two walked to the bus station. While waiting for the bus, Li Fan took out the paper full of ID names and read it carefully. He was at a loss, "How do we get all the IDs and certificates together?"

Song Ci said: "Since it's so troublesome, let's not do it. Who can guarantee that the two of us will not live well in the future if we earn money together? Maybe we will live better instead."

"We discussed this issue last night, so don't talk about it anymore." Li Fan put the note in his pocket again, inadvertently, just happened to catch a glimpse of the small advertisement written in white chalk on the asphalt road in front of him, and said- False - card, followed by a string of phone numbers.

Li Fan recited the string of phone numbers calmly.

After lunch, Li Fan lied that he wanted to go out to see if there was any suitable job, and after sternly rejecting Song Ci's request to go out together to find a job, he quietly came to a public phone booth.

Insert the coin and press the phone number memorized in my heart. After a few waiting tones, a deep male voice answered the phone: "Hello?"

Li Fan lowered his voice and said, "Hello, I want to apply for some documents."

The male voice on the other end of the phone immediately said "You have made a mistake" and hung up the phone with a "snap".

Li Fan hung up the phone in confusion, and was about to make another call, when suddenly the phone rang loudly.

He picked up the phone suspiciously, but it was a woman's voice: "Hello, is it you who want to apply for a - card?"

Li Fan said, "Yes."

The woman on the other end of the phone said that it was inconvenient on the phone, and then told him a place to meet at that place, and then hung up the phone.

After walking out of the phone booth, Li Fan asked a passerby how to get to that place, and took a bus to the agreed place.

When I got there, I realized that it was a deserted construction site. Looking around, there was no one there.

Li Fan was a little nervous.

He mustered up the courage to walk into the construction site, climbed up to the fourth floor, and asked softly, "Is anyone there?"

What answered him was his own echo.

After waiting for a while and still no one appeared, Li Fan raised his voice and asked again: "Is anyone there?!"

Suddenly there was a series of chaotic sounds of feet stepping on construction waste from behind.

Li Fan turned around and saw a young man in black clothes and trousers, in his early twenties, with a very obvious scar on his face.

The man with the scar said: "Is it you who want to apply for a certificate? What kind of certificate do you want?"

Li Fan approached him and handed him the note that he had been clutching in his hand: "I need all the documents on this paper."

The man with the scar took a look at the note, and then blew a loud whistle: "Big business! Give me the basic information and photos of the witnesses, and give me a deposit of 300 yuan. After the certificate is completed, I will You will be notified to pick it up here."

Li Fan glanced at him and asked, "Everyone doesn't know each other, how can you make me trust you? How do I know if you will run away with my money?"

The man with the scar sneered, took out a stack of documents from his pocket, spread them out in front of Li Fan, and said disdainfully: "Although we are not a serious professional in making-false-certifications, we also have professional ethics, okay? Look! Look! Graduation certificates, ID cards, social assistance certificates, old people's certificates, disabled military certificates, household registration books, everything you need, business covers all aspects, will we cheat you of this money?"

Li Fan thought to himself: He urgently needs these documents now, no matter whether the person in front of him is a liar or not, he has to try it.

He took out 300 yuan from his trouser pocket, and was about to hand it to the man with the scar, when five or six police officers rushed out from all directions and shouted loudly, "Police! Don't move!"

Seeing that something was wrong, the man with the scar snatched the 300 yuan from Li Fan's hand, turned around and ran away.

Before Li Fan could react, someone twisted his arms from behind and knocked him down to the ground.

The man with the scar did not run a few steps, but was also subdued by four or five policemen.

A policeman handcuffed the scarred man's hands, "Small, you still dare to run. We have been watching you for a long time, this fake-certificate gang, and today we finally caught everyone and got all the stolen goods."

The man with the scar immediately put on a flattering expression, and said flatteringly, "Uncle policeman, you misunderstood me. I'm not a fake certificate. I'm just here for fun. You can't wrong good people."

The policeman said with a smile on his face, "You are the only one who can call a good person? Don't insult the word good person. Don't talk nonsense with me. If you have anything to say, go back to the police station and talk about it."

Li Fan was confused by this sudden situation, and it took him a while to recover, he was caught in the act.

He said eagerly: "Mr. Police, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, the policeman interrupted him: "It is because of you who buy fake certificates, those who issue fake certificates are so rampant. You have to go back to the police station with us and wait for your guardian to come bail!"

Without giving him a chance to defend himself, Li Fan was taken back to the police station together with the man with the scar.

When they arrived at the police station, the commanding policeman ordered the man with the scar to be taken away, leaving Li Fan alone, and said earnestly, "Young man, I don't think you are very old, why do you just do some unethical things?" ? Tell me, what kind of certificate should I apply for?"

Li Fan raised his head to look at him, then lowered his head deeply, hiding all the tension and uneasiness in his eyes, and said, "Go get a diploma and use it to find a job."

The police obviously didn't believe his words, "How old are you and you are looking for a job? What did your parents do?"

Li Fan said, "They are all dead."

The policeman was obviously choked up, and asked instead: "Then grandparents, uncles and aunts must have one?"

Li Fan still lowered his head and said, "No, I'm the only one in my family."

The policeman laughed helplessly.

"Just make it up for me here, I don't think you can tell the truth without making you suffer." He turned around and called another younger policeman, "Xiao Zhang, lock him up." Go to the cell and lock him up until he is willing to tell the truth."

Xiao Zhang trotted over immediately, pulled Li Fan up from the chair, and carried him to the detention room.

The so-called detention rooms are just individual small rooms, which are used as places for temporary detention of prisoners.

Xiao Zhang opened the door of a room with the key, pushed Li Fan in, then closed the door without saying a word, locked it, and left, a series of actions were completed in one go.

Li Fan turned around, and after his eyes gradually adapted to the dim light, he saw that there was another person in the cell.

a man.