Chapter 163 Although we are in the underworld, we must keep pace with the times
They looked at the child again.
Very good, the little face was flushed and the eyes were staring blankly at the ground.
The peach blossom wine they drank smelled good. Although it was still wine, it didn't smell bad, but it had a peach blossom fragrance. It
didn't smell like alcohol at all.
Shen Zhiyin looked a little dazed at the moment, but she followed Jun Yuan obediently all the way, and no one noticed that she was drunk.
"You were driving drunk with a child. Have you ever thought about what you would do if something happened? What about your daughter? Young people nowadays are becoming less and less reliable."
Jun Yuan said in a steady voice, "She is not my daughter."
Traffic police: …………
The traffic police interrogating him became serious, "What is your relationship?"
"Friends."
"How long have you known each other?"
Jun Yuan said without hesitation, "One day."
Traffic police: …………
In this case, we have a reasonable suspicion that you are a trafficker.
The situation seemed to be getting more and more complicated, especially after Shen Zhiyin was found to be drunk.
"You gave alcohol to a child who was only a few years old. What were you thinking?"
Jun Yuan pursed his lips and frowned, looking confused: "She wanted to drink on her own."
"Give me your ID card and your relatives' phone numbers."
The ID card had it, freshly issued, and the relatives' phone numbers... He only had Shen Zhiyin's contact information, and the contact page was so clean that the traffic police were silent.
When asked who Shen Zhiyin was to him, Jun Yuan pointed to the child next to him very calmly.
Really, they have encountered many strange things as traffic police, but there are always stranger things waiting for them.
They all want to report the case now.
Shen Zhiyin's mobile phone had other people's contact information, so they could only contact Shen's family first.
As for Jun Yuan, he was fined to write traffic rules.
He had quite a lot of requirements. He wanted to let him write but he wanted proper pens, ink, paper and inkstone.
Where could they find pens, ink, paper and inkstone for him at this time?
Jun Yuan: "I can only write with a brush."
He was telling the truth.
"Just give me the paper. I'll prepare the pens and inkstone myself."
He rummaged around in Shen Zhiyin's bag and successfully pulled out an inkstone and a brush.
Traffic police: ...
Who is a decent person who would carry things like an inkstone and a brush? And how did he know they were in the girl's bag?
Are they really friends?
And looking at Jun Yuan's temperament, he doesn't look like a trafficker.
Especially when Jun Yuan picked up the pen and started copying the traffic rules, his sword-like calligraphy shocked everyone.
This calligraphy... is so good!
Jun Yuan's handwriting is like his personality. Even people who don't know how to write with a brush will exclaim that it is good.
It also makes everyone more convinced that this person is indeed not a human trafficker.
If people with this ability become human traffickers, how can others survive?
Jun Yuan would honestly copy the traffic rules not because he knew he was wrong and was willing to accept punishment.
Instead, he wanted to take the opportunity to learn the rules of this new world.
His memory is very good. He can write directly without looking at the rest after a quick scan.
"Don't you even look at it?"
Someone couldn't help asking out of curiosity. It was true that what he wrote was exactly the same, but he didn't look at the rest except for a glance at the beginning and when turning the page.
Jun Yuan said in a faint voice: "I remember it all."
Everyone: ... ...
Contradiction, too contradictory!
He has a photographic memory and is good at calligraphy. This temperament seems to be cultivated by a big family.
But he doesn't know a lot of common sense.
When the Shen family arrived, Shen Zhiyin had already fallen asleep on the stool.
They even covered her with a small blanket to prevent her from catching a cold.
The other idle people in the Traffic Management Bureau are now surrounding Jun Yuan to watch him copy the traffic rules.
Everyone likes that calligraphy.
This time it was Shen Xiuran who came. After understanding the situation, he took Shen Zhiyin to see Jun Yuan.
He found that his calligraphy was indeed very good, better than anyone he had ever seen.
Looking at his temperament and hearing from the traffic police that he didn't know a lot of common sense in life, as smart as he is, he had a rough guess in his mind.
Jun Yuan naturally saw him, but just nodded to him lightly.
After copying the traffic rules, Jun Yuan's beloved electric donkey, which he had picked up just one day ago, was detained.
Fortunately, his electric donkey did not require a driver's license, otherwise he would have been caught driving without a license today.
After paying the fine, the car was gone, and the traffic rules were written three times, Jun Yuan left the Traffic Management Bureau with Shen Xiuran with an unhappy face.
"Mr. Jun, then I will take my aunt home first."
After a brief conversation with Jun Yuan, Shen Xiuran liked this man very much, mainly because his knowledge and cultivation were indeed extraordinary.
Jun Yuan nodded, thought about it, took out a bottle of wine and handed it to him.
"She likes this, give it to her."
After handing the wine to Shen Xiuran, Jun Yuan took out a very beautiful blood jade bracelet and put it on Shen Zhiyin's hand.
As soon as it was put on, the bracelet automatically shrank to the size that fit Shen Zhiyin's wrist.
Shen Xiuran wanted to stop him, but Jun Yuan said, "This is the space bracelet she needs."
Shen Xiuran was about to say no when he was stuck, and his mouth was open for a long time and almost didn't close.
When Jun Yuan suddenly took out a black umbrella from his hand and walked into the night with it, Shen Xiuran pinched his nose with a headache.
"Forget it, wait until the little girl wakes up and she can solve it herself."
After Jun Yuan returned to the underworld, he drank tea and called several ghost managers of the underworld.
The ten great Yanluo were all here.
He simply asked about the work situation of the underworld and then left it alone.
Anyway, as long as he exists, the underworld will not collapse. No matter how vicious the troublesome ghosts are, he can kill them with just one finger.
"Who of you can find a way to get me a driver's license."
Although the little donkey is gone, Jun Yuan has his eyes on a more domineering car.
He leaned back in a chair with his mobile phone and played games lazily.
He was very dissatisfied with the fact that there was no signal network in the underworld. He could only play the Candy Crush game. He also wanted to try to send a message to Shen Zhiyin.
He tried those soybean emoticons one by one, but none of them could be sent.
"When will the underworld be connected to the Internet?"
The Ten Yanluo Kings: ... ...
Your Majesty, what weird things did you learn on your trip?
Although there are many modern ghosts in their underworld now, the operation of the underworld is still the same as before, and no one has thought about changing it.
Jun Yuan said righteously: "Although we are the underworld, we must keep pace with the times."
The Ten Yanluo Kings: ... OK.
"Nowadays, many ghosts have nothing to do. When they are idle, they always cause trouble. There are not enough ghost messengers. If we can really build a net in the underworld, we can really get rid of those bored ghosts who are looking for trouble all day long."