Trying to Fit In

By the roadside, inside a small shop, the young patrol officer Mo Long sat face-to-face with Li Qi.

About ten minutes had passed since they had eaten.

After speaking with Li Qi for a while, the patrol officer's face was full of astonishment.

He discovered that this penniless, mentally ill vagrant before him possessed extraordinary knowledge and understanding. His speech was clear and well organized; he did not seem mentally unsound at all.

Taken separately... Mo Long still felt that this was a mental patient. There was no other reason for it, only the "purpose" the other man kept reiterating.

He kept saying that he had come out to integrate into society.

It gave Mo Long a headache. This man spoke and acted with great order, carried himself with gentle refinement, yet he always said startling things and spouted all sorts of bizarre nonsense.

The two men simply sat across from each other, one asking and the other answering, talking about this and that.

"Ah, forget it. Call it your bad luck today. Let's go back and get you checked first. I'll verify your identity. You don't have any equipment on you, so I can't access your data. We can only go back, draw blood, and run a blood comparison," Mo Long said.

"Once the blood comparison is done, you can reissue my identification, correct?" Li Qi asked.

"Mm. Your documents are all lost, and you don't have your equipment either. Right, were you really not robbed?" Mo Long asked somewhat unwillingly.

Li Qi said, "Of course not. I told you, I merely came out to try integrating—"

Before he could finish, Mo Long interrupted him. The patrol officer sighed. "All right, no need to repeat it. I know what kind of challenge you're doing. Are you some streamer who