Chapter 898: ：

"Okay, the procedures have been completed, and you can get your ID in five days." Officer Lei walked in and put a file bag in front of Ming Jing and his son. He looked at Ming Spiegel and said seriously: "You are already an adult, and you have to think about the consequences of everything."
"I'm sorry!" Ming Jing bowed honestly. In the past four years of his disappearance, apart from his family, this Officer Lei was the most concerned. This is a good policeman who truly serves the people and is serious and responsible.
"Go home!" Officer Lei waved his hand and said, "Even if this matter is over here, the insurance company has also sent a letter from our bureau to explain it, but you still need to go through some specific matters. Take care of it."
"We know, that... Officer Lei, have a meal together. You have been working hard for the past four years." Ming father suggested.
"Lao Ming, if you know it in your heart, please go and deal with it! Besides, when your family is reunited, what can I join in the fun! Go home!" Officer Lei smiled and waved his hand again.
My father glanced at his son, sighed and said, "When the work is over, I ask Officer Lei to show his face and have a meal. Our family really appreciates you."
"Let's talk about it!" Officer Lei gave a haha, turned and left.
The father and son thanked the other police officers before they left the police station to go home. Originally, his father had a Mercedes-Benz, but he didn’t do business for four years to find him. The car was sold for money, one old and one young. Just walk to the subway station to meet the sun.
When we walked to a supermarket, Ming Jing stopped and said: "It's too hot, buy two bottles of ice water!"
"One bottle is enough, I'm not thirsty." The old father shook his head and said.
Spiegel moved for a while and said with a smile: "Then we go home and drink ice water. I put a big bottle in the refrigerator."
"Well, hurry up! It won't be hot when you get to the subway station." The old father nodded and quickened his pace.
Ming Jing looked at his father's back and couldn't help feeling sad. Four years ago, the little boss with some assets, now he can't bear to drink a bottle of ice water. And in the past few years in the Hokage World, although there were times when his life was in danger, it was generally smooth. When he was having fun, his parents were suffering tremendously. Thinking of this, Ming Jing slapped himself directly, and the crisp sound made the father who walked in front look back.
Looking at the red mark on his son's face, the Ming father was silent for a while before he said: "After going home, stay with your mother."
"I will!" Ming Jing nodded seriously.
The father and son finally squeezed onto the subway. Ming Jing looked up subconsciously and saw a familiar and unfamiliar old man standing on the subway platform. "Dididi!" The gate began to urge, but Ming Jing stood beside his father and did not get out of the car. The old man looked kindly and watched the subway leave with a smile.
Two days later, Ming Jing accompanied his mother to go for a walk and buy something by the way. At the checkout position, he met the old man for the third time. Ming Jing still ignored it. After sending his mother home, he chose to go out alone at two in the afternoon. This time period is the hottest time in Star City. Under normal circumstances, there are no pedestrians in the open-air park.
I found a pavilion to sit down, and after a while, the old man appeared again with his bag.
Ming Jing got up and punched in the past. The old man reacted very quickly. He raised his arm to block Ming Jing's fist. Then there was a crisp sound, and the old man’s arm was cracked...
Enduring the severe pain, the old man looked at Ming Jing with more satisfaction and said: "It seems you have noticed it!"
"I was not sure before, but I have confirmed it now." Ming Jing sat down again and said calmly. This old man was the one who threw him into the Hokage World on the bus four years ago. After just doing it, Ming Spiegel has discovered that there is magical power in the old man, but it is fixed in the body like a brick and cannot be used as he wants.
This world is truly materialism! Idealist things, even if they exist, don't want to use them lightly.
"It's just a cracked bone?" The old man sat down, untied the bag he had brought with one hand, took out the plaster and applied it evenly on the cracked bone, which made people feel distressed skillfully.
"I'm afraid that if I can't help but beat you to death, I will be sentenced to death." Ming Jing exhaled and said: "In any case, you can be considered to satisfy my unrealistic fantasy...Although the cost is four years of disappearance."
"Do you want to go back?" The old man asked gently, hanging his hands.
"I don't know..." Ming Jing was a little dazed, and suddenly he recovered, staring at the old man and asked, "What do you mean?"
"That's what you understand." The old man said with a smile.
"Isn't Naruto World fictional?" Ming Jing asked, frowning.
The old man took out a copy of "A Surprise for the First Pictures," and asked, "This is a collection of short stories written by the novelist Ling Zhuchu of the late Ming Dynasty. Do you think what Ling Zhuchu wrote was a real occurrence, or is it hearsay?"
Without waiting for Der Spiegel’s answer, the old man continued to ask:
Can’t it be true if you hear the hearsay?

"I understand!" Ming Jing calmed down, staring at the old man and asked: "So, can the two worlds communicate?"
"No." The old man replied very directly.
"Why? Obviously two real worlds."
"Because the rules don't work." The old man explained calmly.
"What if you force the fusion?" Ming Jing asked.
"Then the world is destroyed. After all, peacocks and elephants cannot be combined." The old man looked at Ming Jing and replied.
Ming Jing was silent. There were people in both worlds that he valued. He could not do things to destroy one world for his own selfish desires.
The old man continued to add: "But it is still possible to smuggle one or two people over."
"How to do it?" Ming Jing's eyes lit up, looking at the old man and asked.
"Just let the mainstream of the world identify with it~EbookFREE.me~ The old man took out a fan from his bag and shook it up.
"What is the mainstream of the world?"
"Of course it's human!" The old man said with a smile.
"Can you talk about it in detail?" Ming Jing changed the term.
"Everyone will know nearly 80,000 people in their lifetime. Among all the people we know, only a few will become special and keep in touch. In the long river of time, there are many specific moments, all like a beautiful song. There is no beginning, no end." The old man raised his head and looked at the sky. The sun was too big, and he turned his head to look at the big tree not far away, but the literary atmosphere was destroyed after all.
"You mean that you want at least 80,000 people in this world to have an impression of the people coming, right?" Ming Jing concluded immediately.
"Russ can teach! People are social animals, and it can prove that a person has really existed. It is the other person." The old man smiled and nodded, confirming Ming Jing's words.
Der Spiegel was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "I understand! Thank you."