"Report!" He walked to the open door and shouted in a deep voice. The sound was not loud, but it was clearly transmitted into the room.
"Come in." A tired voice responded.
He Xiuyuan stepped into the house. A typical layout of a grassroots police station, with several tables with peeling paint put together, faded portraits of leaders and a few slogans that read "Leniency for those who confess, severity for those who resist" are posted on the walls. The air smelled of low-quality tobacco, ink, and a hint of sweat.
Reader comments
It's so cold! Like a spy
It doesn't feel like a period piece
Give me one more star
So be it.
Break sentences. Weird. I always feel like the ending of the previous chapter and the beginning of the next chapter are disconnected. Always mysterious. Not smooth.
I don't understand at all that there are more poisonous spots than usual
It's so cold! Like a spy
It doesn't feel like a period piece
Give me one more star
So be it.
Break sentences. Weird. I always feel like the ending of the previous chapter and the beginning of the next chapter are disconnected. Always mysterious. Not smooth.
I don't understand at all that there are more poisonous spots than usual