When others transmigrate, they either start a factory or go to college. Wang Jianguo, on the other hand, starts from the beginning by hugging his uncle. And not just any uncle, but a stubborn “living King of Hell” who works for the railway system!
Thanks to this “solid” connection, he becomes the lowest-ranking beat cop on Beijing's railway line in the 1960s. Every day, he's either catching pickpockets on the platform or looking for an auntie's lost chicken in the alleys; he's either gnawing on corn bread hard enough to crack walnuts or counting the mere two liang of grain coupons in his pocket.
He thought he was in for a story about barely scraping by. Who could have guessed that a beat cop's daily routine would turn into one “Beijing mystery” after another?
Investigating ticket dodgers uncovers a shocking smuggling network; chasing a young vagrant leads him right to an enemy spy's hideout! At a railway junction on a rainy night, a skilled enemy agent says coldly, “Kid, you're in the way.” I silently pull out half a brick I got from a sign-in. “Sorry, old man. This neighborhood... is under my watch!”
From “Comrade Xiao Wang” of Nanluoguxiang to the “Iron-Faced King of Hell, Nephew Edition,” who gives every villain in the capital a headache, my career as a beat cop proves one thing: who says a neighborhood cop can't end up handling the biggest “case” in all of Beijing?
