I don't have any grand ambitions. I just want to send every lowlife in Huaihai City to prison, and maybe enjoy a hot milk tea while working overtime. The little brats on my team are always saying I've got a sharp tongue. What do they expect? Am I supposed to recite sonnets to bastards who scam elderly people out of their funeral savings?
Then I met Ling Xuanhe.
That English teacher always “coincidentally” shows up at murder scenes. Her features are as gentle as spring rain in March, yet she always comes up with startling theories while I'm examining the scene. “Captain Qin,” she says, handing me a full-sugar taro pearl milk tea, “don't you think the killer is imitating Chapter Three of The Bloody Lesson Plan?”
I picked up the wrapper from the evidence bag. It was exactly like the one described in her novel.
Interesting.
I studied the hastily scribbled criminal psychology notes in her lesson planner and gave the technical investigators in my earpiece an order: “Look into her. Focus on every unsolved case file from the past three years.”
When the truth finally came out, I pinned her against a metal filing cabinet in the archives. My gun was still stained with the criminal's blood. “Teacher Ling,” I said, tearing open the seal on the milk tea she'd bought, “next time, just work as my consultant. Then I won't have to wonder what kind of murder method you've written about today while I'm defusing a bomb.”
[Flirtatious on the outside, devoted and protective on the inside, crime squad captain × Gentle, perceptive teacher with two sides]
[Case-of-the-week mysteries + ensemble slice of life, not based on real people]
