Li Zhixiao almost thought there was something wrong with his ears.
"Officer, you must be joking, right?"
He looked at the pale-faced woman beside him and said to the police, "Officer, there must be an issue with your household registration system, right? Her identity card is forged..."
The policeman looked coldly at Li Zhixiao and said, "An issue? Alright, you need to clear this up, then both of you come with me to the station. Let this lady register her fingerprints, and we can immediately confirm if she is your wife or not."
"My wife has long passed away, I personally obtained the death certificate..."
"Sorry," the officer's expression turned even colder, "your wife's household registration still exists in our system, it hasn't been cancelled at all!"
At that, Li Zhixiao was completely stunned.
"Both of you, please come to our station."
Clearly, in the eyes of the police, they already treated Li Zhixiao as a man with manic depression making false alarms.
