This is a story about an ordinary policeman,
They don't have the halo of protagonists, they are just ordinary people like you and me.
They are a string of numbers drowned in thousands of warning signals.
They are police officers, but they are also ordinary people drowned in the torrent of daily life.
They have flesh and blood, will be tired, feel wronged, and will silently digest the negative emotions they put on during the day late at night.
Their world is made up of countless fragments of "trivial matters".
A lengthy meeting took up the whole morning, and several pieces of material that needed to be reported urgently filled the afternoon.
Answering inquiries from the public one after another, and resolving a seemingly simple but exhausting dispute that remained unsolved until sunset...
Day after day, year after year...
