What Turned You Into A Villain Chapter 10

Caleb's skin was tender, and after being flicked, a red mark was instantly left.

He glanced at his forehead through the elevator mirror, then imitated Ethan and stood on tiptoe to tap his forehead.

"That's fair."

The elevator door opened with a beep. Several executives waiting outside stood there in unison. No one stepped forward. The leader smiled awkwardly and said, "We'll wait for the next one."

After a while, the elevator door closed automatically and continued to move upward.

The executives outside breathed a sigh of relief but were horrified at the same time: dmn, they must not have woken up yet to see their boss get hit on the head in their lifetime.

Caleb fell behind when he went out, and poked Ethan's waist with his finger, "Ethan, why didn't you talk to me just now?"

"Do you really not want me as your friend anymore?"

The young man behind him spoke with a dejected tone, and Ethan could imagine his expression without turning around.

Ethan's steps were a beat slower, and Caleb bumped into his back without warning.

"No," Ethan said these two words and walked into the office. After entering, he reached out and touched his slightly warm earlobe, the corner of his mouth raised, and he walked briskly towards his workstation.

Caleb rubbed her sore neck, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion.

Ethan said no, so he wanted to be friends with him?

But if that's the case, why doesn't he admit it?

Caleb once again lamented that life is too complicated. There are so many twists and turns in people's minds, unlike their system, where a chip can handle everything.

"I'll go out with you to get your ID card this afternoon. There's a computer in the lounge, or you can continue to wander around other departments," Ethan sat in the office chair with a report opened on the computer. There was a lot of jumping information in the task bar below.

Caleb suppressed his doubts, took the tablet, put on headphones, and started playing games: "I'll sit here and wait for you."

In addition to gossip on the Internet, there are several games that he feels are good, including pvp games, online games, and even games about building houses and growing vegetables.

He first clicked on the most beautiful icon, and then followed the instructions to register step by step. Of course, the mobile phone number he left when registering was still Ethan's information.

While he was playing games, his assistant came back. She stood in front of the table and reported the results of the technical department to Ethan.

"The director, several supervisors, and the person in charge of a large project have all been reprimanded. The supervisor had his performance bonus for this month deducted. The technical department has re-established its policy, and I think similar things won't happen again."

Ethan nodded slightly, and from his expression he seemed satisfied with the result.

The assistant finished her report and prepared to leave. Before leaving, she glanced towards the sofa and saw Caleb wearing headphones and tapping on his tablet. He seemed to be immersed in the game and didn't hear anything outside at all.

Ethan raised his eyelids: "What's the matter?"

Assistant: "Mr. Si, did you ask Mr. Wen to go to the technical department today on purpose?"

The people in the technical department look down on newcomers and like to let them do chores for them. Many good talents are suppressed. As the boss's confidant, she naturally knows what the boss thinks.

I want to clean it up, but I can't do it directly because I lack the opportunity.

Ethan: "What do you think?"

The assistant smiled and said goodbye: "I understand, you continue with your work, I will leave first."

When leaving, the assistant glanced at the person who was happily playing the game. After turning around, there was only sympathy on her face: As expected, capitalists will not waste a pair of pants. Novels are all lies. Forget it, I'll just take a break and read the updates later.

The police station was some distance from the company. After they had lunch at noon, Caleb followed Ethan there. On the way, he asked, "Can the surveillance camera at the door be repaired?"

"Or send it to me. There should be not only an ID card but also a bank card."

Ethan asked: "Caleb, how much money is on your card?"

Caleb shook his head: "I don't know." This was true. When he came here, the mastermind said that his pension would be converted into the currency of this world, but he didn't know how much money was in it.

Ethan continued to ask: "What kind of job do you do?"

Caleb: "Bring people."

Ethan: "You're so busy leading people that you don't even know how much you get paid a month?"

Caleb then realized that he was being tricked again. He covered his mouth with his hands, looked at Ethan with horror, and squeezed his small body towards the car door.

"I don't know, I know nothing," a dull voice came from behind his palm, and the young man almost had the word "there is a ghost" written on his face when he spoke.

Ethan sighed and stopped talking.

Caleb stared at him for a long time, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Ethan really stopped asking.

But before he could completely relax, a hand suddenly appeared on his thigh. The other party pinched the soft flesh inside his thigh and smiled: "Caleb, if that's the case, you are now penniless and have nowhere to go."

"Besides, you don't have an ID card and are an illegal resident. Otherwise, go back to the manor."

Caleb's heart was in his throat again. He stretched his wrist in front of Ethan's eyes and said, "I won't run away."

He added: "Whether I have a bracelet or not, I won't run."

The time displayed on the bracelet was 1:58 p.m. Ethan glanced at it and thought: 40 hours and 20 minutes had passed since they met again.

"I was just kidding," he said calmly, "We're almost there."

This time, Caleb's heart was not at ease until he got out of the car and entered the police station. When he went up the stairs, Caleb's wrist was held by Ethan, but this did not affect his pace. He still walked the same way, with the same height of lifting his feet and the same force of landing. He walked like a robot with a standard program.

After going up the stairs, you will see the door to the office hall. Before entering, Ethan stood at the door and said abruptly: "What if they can't make up for you after you go in?"

Caleb blinked: "No, I can't."

"I am a legitimate human being, why can't you make up for me?"

At that time, he didn't know that there was a type of people who, although they were human, had not been registered since birth. They were commonly known as: black households.

Ethan looked at him steadily. After a few seconds, he went out first and said, "Just don't cry."

A person whose identity information even the Si family cannot find is most likely not in the ordinary system, or has other identity information exposed to the outside world. He would like to see what the police station will do.

Thinking of this, Ethan's lips curled up twice, and his steps became much lighter. This discovery made Caleb very puzzled.

The police station hall was bustling with people. At just two o'clock, most of the chairs were already occupied. Several service windows were occupied. There was a separate window for processing ID cards, and Ethan took the initiative to go over and get a number.

Caleb had been looking around curiously since he came in. When he saw the number in Ethan's hand, he was very surprised: "You want a number too?"

Ethan raised his eyebrows: "What else?"

Caleb: "Shouldn't they just jump the queue and enter the VIP room, or have Director X come out and respectfully say: I'll do it for you personally?"

It was like this for the class of Lucas he had taught before. Even when he wanted to get a marriage certificate in the middle of the night, someone helped him with it.

Caleb spoke very seriously, but it was this serious look that made Ethan eager to make a move. His gaze moved up from the young man's rather gorgeous lips, and finally stopped under Caleb's left eyelash, where there was a teardrop mole.

"Don't try to hit me," seeing Ethan raising his hand again, Caleb quickly covered his forehead with both hands. He was a man who learned from every failure and would never let the other party hit him on the forehead a second time.

"How could I bear to hit you?" Ethan's fingertips fell on Caleb's teardrop mole. He rubbed it gently and said in a gentle tone: "I just think you are a little cute."

Caleb: "Hmm?"

Ethan: "Why do you think I would cut in line? Caleb, I'm a law-abiding citizen."

Really? Caleb stared with his round eyes, trying to see something from Ethan's face, but unfortunately he was just a human being and was not very good at analyzing people's facial expressions.

There were quite a lot of people applying for ID cards, but the staff were also fast, calling out numbers at the small window every three minutes. Caleb glanced at the numbers in their hands: B15, and the number being called now was B09.

He calculated the time in his mind, and soon a staff member came over and handed him a form, "If you want to apply for an ID card, you can fill out this form in advance to save time."

Caleb said, "Thank you."

He took the form and looked around. He saw a few people standing by the window filling out forms. He walked over and read the contents as he walked.

Name in the first row: Caleb, gender: male.

Second line: ID number: Place of residence:

Caleb held the pen and stared at the words "ID number" in a daze. He tried hard to recall whether his supervisor had mentioned this before, but unfortunately, with an IQ of 115, he still couldn't remember it.

Ethan strolled over. His outstanding appearance made him the center of attention wherever he went. He ignored the scrutiny and casually glanced at Caleb's form. He uttered a small "Oh, Caleb, you don't know your ID number, do you?"

He was right, Caleb really didn’t know anything about this.

Caleb held the pen and sent out a look for help: "I forgot."

Ethan kindly reminded: "Where's the household registration book? We can go back to your hometown to get it."

Caleb shook his head again: "I forgot where my hometown is."

Ethan exclaimed, his expression slightly exaggerated: "Then there is nothing we can do. Why don't you come back to the manor with me, or should we go ask the staff?"

At this point, there was no other way. Caleb followed Ethan with his head down and walked stiffly in front of the staff.

After they explained their purpose, the staff said they could help check it out.

"When you are called, we will ask the people inside to scan your facial information and see if they can find it out. However, there are restrictions. The ID card must have been issued in recent years. If it was issued earlier and has not been renewed, there may be no facial and fingerprint information retained in the system."

Hearing this, Caleb's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't say anything. He just waited patiently for his number to be called.

It's just that some things, if you have a premonition, they will definitely happen. When he was told that the system did not have his information and asked him to bring documents such as household registration booklet or birth certificate, Caleb's body shook.

Ethan hugged his waist in time, allowing Caleb to lean against his chest.

"Caleb, what should we do? Without an ID card, you can't even get your mobile phone number. If you want to work, you don't have a bank card to get your salary," Ethan's smiling voice sounded in Caleb's ears.

With every word he said, Caleb's face turned paler. In the end, Caleb's legs became weak and his vision went dark. He was half-dragged out by Ethan.

Ethan stood on the steps of the police station gate, facing the sunlight above his head, with the corners of his lips raised in a wicked smile.