This is a story about ordinary police officers.
They have no protagonist aura, only the same plain, ordinary lives as you and me.
They are just numbers swallowed up among thousands of police badge numbers.
They are police officers, but they are also ordinary people swept along by the currents of daily life.
They are flesh and blood. They get tired and feel wronged, and late at night they quietly process the negative emotions they kept bottled up during the day.
Their world is pieced together from countless fragments of “trivial matters.”
A long meeting eats up the whole morning, then several urgent reports fill the afternoon.
They answer one public inquiry call after another, and deal with a seemingly simple dispute that drains them until the sun sets, yet still remains unresolved...
Day after day, year after year...
