Start with a blacksmith shop.

Liu Xiaodong restarted the car. As for their destination, Liu Xiaodong did not tell Li Zhenhua. Guo Shugui, who was in the back seat, had been asleep and had not woken up.

The two didn't speak to each other along the way. Soon, Liu Xiaodong drove to the nearest police station and parked the car outside.

"Go on, go inside and find a policeman to get a certificate, then we'll go to the post office. They're known for delivering to anywhere in the country."

When Li Zhenhua saw that they had arrived at the police station, he knew what had happened.

He ignored Liu Xiaodong, picked up the knife, and went into the police station.

Approaching the police station, on the first floor of the office building, there is a counter right in front of the door.

Inside the counter, a policeman was writing something while leaning over, completely unaware that someone had arrived.

Li Zhenhua approached the counter and knocked on it. The police officer inside immediately looked up at Li Zhenhua.

"Comrade, what can I do for you?"

When faced with the police's questions, Li Zhenhua picked up the knife he was holding in his right hand and showed it to the police.

"Comrade, what is this...?"

Before the police could finish speaking, Li Zhenhua used his left hand to lift the cloth covering the knife.

The gleaming knife was once again displayed before them, and the police officers were no longer calm.

The moment the policeman saw the knife, he reached for his waist.

A policeman pulled out a tactical extendable baton, and with a stylish swing, he revealed the baton in its entirety to Li Zhenhua.

The policeman's left hand was also busy; he pulled out a small arm shield next to his seat.

Holding a shield in his left hand and a stick in his right, he shouted sternly at Li Zhenhua:

"Put down your weapon, get down on your knees, or I will take necessary measures!"

This happened very suddenly. Li Zhenhua did not expect to be mistaken for a bandit here. He must have forgotten to check the almanac before going out today.

When facing the police, as a law-abiding citizen, of course you should listen to them.

Li Zhenhua obediently wrapped the knife back in the cloth, raised his hands, and slowly placed it on the counter.

While placing the knife aside, he said to the police, "It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"

"Crouch down and put your hands behind your head!"

After Li Zhenhua put down the knife, he heard the police tell him to squat down again. He had no choice; if he didn't listen, he might be met with a police baton.

Li Zhenhua squatted down on the spot, and only then did the police officers come out from behind the counter and stand beside him.

He handed the baton to his left hand, and with his right hand took out a silver bracelet from his waist, which he skillfully put on Li Zhenhua's wrist.

After the police finished taking the bracelet, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Phew, you're really bold to dare to storm a police station with a knife. You've got some nerve!"

At that moment, four or five policemen rushed in from the entrance and inside the building.

The police officer, seeing that the situation was under control, muttered to himself.

At this moment, Li Zhenhua realized that this must be a misunderstanding, and he quickly explained to the police.

"Officer, this is a misunderstanding, it really is all a misunderstanding, please let me explain."

As he spoke, Li Zhenhua tried to stand up from the ground, but the police dared not let him.

"Just squat down and talk, be honest!"

"Okay, okay, I'll squat down. It's not what you think."

I am a blacksmith, and I recently signed up for a knife-forging competition.

This is the knife I used for the preliminary rounds. I just went to the courier station.

They said the knife I made is a controlled weapon and cannot be shipped.

So I'm going to get a certificate from the police station, and then I'll try sending it through the post office.

Hearing Li Zhenhua's words, the policeman understood what was happening. He tapped his baton on the ground and put it away.

He walked to the counter, took the knife that Li Zhenhua had brought, and examined it carefully.

After glancing at it for a few moments, the police officer spoke to Li Zhenhua.

"I need to verify what you said, so I can't take off your handcuffs right now. But it's no wonder this knife can't be sent out."

Look at the blade you've made, how sharp it is!

Swords and knives that can generally be shipped by courier are mostly decorative items, not sharpened.

The police officer put the knife back on the cabinet and said to Li Zhenhua, "Wait here, I'm going to verify your basic information."

The policeman went back behind the counter and started looking things up on the computer.

Li Zhenhua remained squatting outside, surrounded by four or five police officers.

"Name?"

"Li Zhenhua!"

"gender?"

"male."

"ID number?"

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Li Zhenhua answered whatever the police asked, and soon his information was found on the police's computer.

The police looked at the information and saw that he did indeed own a blacksmith shop, which completely dispelled his doubts.

After checking the information, the police officer said to the officers still surrounding Li Zhenhua, "Open it for him. What he just said is indeed true."

Upon hearing this, Li Zhenhua breathed a sigh of relief. If he were detained for this knife, how unjust that would be!

The police removed the silver bracelet from Li Zhenhua's wrist, and Li Zhenhua stood up from the ground.

Li Zhenhua rubbed his wrists; this was the first time in his life he had ever felt handcuffed.

"I'm sorry, comrade, my reaction just now was a bit excessive. I apologize!"

The policeman realized it was a misunderstanding and apologized to Li Zhenhua.

"It's okay, officer, can you give me a certificate? I want to mail the knife out today."

Hearing the police's apology, Li Zhenhua's initially depressed mood improved somewhat.

The police officers who had been surrounding him all left to attend to their own business.

Li Zhenhua didn't take what had just happened seriously; instead, he was still concerned about the certificate. So, he took the opportunity to say something to the police.

"I can issue the certificate, but if you ask me, you'd better drive the knife you're using to enter the competition to get it yourself."

If you send it by courier and something happens on the way, all your work will be for nothing!

Perhaps due to the misunderstanding earlier, the policeman was very easy to talk to at the moment and was even giving Li Zhenhua advice.

After listening to the policeman's explanation and thinking about it carefully, Li Zhenhua realized that it was indeed as the policeman had said.

If it's sent out and the knife encounters some mishap on the way, preventing it from reaching the organizing committee on time, then all his preparations over this period will be wasted.

After understanding this, Li Zhenhua thanked the police and said:

"Thank you for reminding me, what you said is indeed a problem."

But I still need to ask the police officer for a certificate, so that if I encounter the police again along the way...

There's reason to say that what just happened might happen to me again.

When the police heard Li Zhenhua say this, they knew that his words had had an effect.

He didn't deliberately drag out the time; he wrote a letter of verification to Li Zhenhua on the computer according to a fixed format.

Then it was printed out and taken to the director for stamping.