After eating half the food, he choked. The man hurriedly retrieved a bottle of water from a nearby old motorcycle, and Gudugudu slowly drank it. He didn't go too fast because he was afraid of wasting water.
At that moment, misfortune befell the man. A black and white law enforcement vehicle drove by and stopped next to him, blaring a loud police bell.
Two police officers, one older and one younger, got out of their car and approached the man.
The older police officer approached the shy man with some apprehension. He glanced at the old bike, not in a hurry to speak.
At first glance, this is a bike that does not pass vehicle inspection and must be used on public roads. Loess and mud are almost everywhere on the bike. Luggage is tied to a box. There are some flags on the left and right sides of the front of the car and in the trunk. The flag is clean and brand new. ...Seeing this, the experienced former law enforcement officer immediately understood something, and his eyes looked at the man with a slightly more plex and sympathetic look.
Just as the young police officer was about to say something to the man, an older police officer raised his hand to interrupt him. Then he seriously stepped forward and said to the man, ``Sir, you can't stop or take a break for no reason here. You have to go to the gas station to buy food.'' yeah."
The man shyly shook his head and said with a dry smile. "Sorry, my bike ran out of gas. I got a little hypoglycemic while pushing, so I stopped to get something to eat."
``What's your name? Please show me your ID and motorcycle license.'' The senior police officer's face remained unchanged, showing no emotion. Like a stern, fair-skinned statue, he held out his white gloves.
After nodding several times and saying yes, the man turned around, rummaged through his luggage, pulled out two documents from an outer zippered bag, and handed them to the other person.
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