Hu Xi gained a deep understanding of the 1980s when he was helping Shui Shui's family research historical records. He had no ID card, no household registration, and no letter of introduction. His modern home was still a vast, undeveloped depression in the 1980s, and now he can't even identify his home.

Hu Xi was born in 1981. According to his mother, their old house was near Caishikou. At that time, it had not been demolished yet, so they lived in the old house. Later, after the house was demolished, the whole family moved away.

He thought that if it didn't work out, he could go to his old home first. Although it was a bit unreliable, it was better than having nowhere to go. He went to his mother to explain the situation first. Hu Xi was not afraid that his mother would not believe him because he knew too many secrets in her heart. When he was a child, his mother often told him about her worries, and he still remembered them now! He remembered everything about stealing corn from the cornfield when he was a child, who he liked most when he was young, and who he had bad things to say about crickets.

I found my mother and showed her the evidence, but she still didn't believe it. Hu Xi didn't want to rely on his mother. After all, he was more than ten years older than his mother. He just wanted to get an identity first, otherwise he couldn't survive here.

It seems that the police will not let him go until his identity is clarified, and he cannot prove who he is, so he doesn't know what to do now.

Jiang Shaoming saw the mysterious man staring at him in a daze, and guessed that this guy must be looking at him and thinking of a way to get out of this situation. He wanted to see who this man could find to protect him.

Sitting in the chair behind Hu Xi, he slowly opened the thermos and took a sip of tea. The tea swirled in his mouth, but before he could swallow it, Hu Xi suddenly said, "Jin Jun Mei from Nanping?"

When Jiang Shaoming heard Hu Xi say this, he couldn't swallow the tea in his mouth, nor could he spit it out. After finally swallowing the boiling hot tea, he asked Hu Xi: "What do you mean?"

Hu Xi pointed at the old thermos cup he still had in his hand and said, "Don't think the cup you're holding is second-hand, but the tea in it is from Tongmu Village in Wuyi Mountain, Nanping, Fujian. This tea hasn't been researched yet this year, so how did you get to drink it?"

Jiang Shaoming's mouth twitched slightly upon hearing this. This was tea his good friend Lao Shu Ai Da Mi had given him. He'd tried it once at home and found it delicious, so he brought it to work. He was supposed to be interrogating a mysterious man for Big tonight, so he'd thought he'd drink some strong tea to keep himself awake. But who would have thought this guy had such a sharp nose that he could smell the tea the moment he opened the lid and took a sip?

"What Jin Junmei? Don't talk to me about this useless stuff. I'm asking you now, not you, do you know? Where are you from?"

"I'm from Kyoto, and now I can't remember where my home is, okay?"

Oh, you're quite cunning. "I've seen plenty of people like you. Don't think you can get away with pretending to be dumb. You'd better confess what you did. If I dig up clues to your crime, it won't be that simple anymore, you know? If you want to get away with it here, wait for your next life!"

"No, how could you have been tortured into confessing? You're a criminal just because you can't remember where you come from, even though you don't have any information? Is this how the Public Security Bureau handles cases these days? Aren't police officers supposed to be serving the people? How can they wrongly accuse them? And the tea you're drinking isn't the kind of tea we have today. It was only invented in 2005, and we're in 1980 now. Tell me, how did you get to drink it?"