I don't have any big ideals. I just want to send every scumbag in Huaihai City to prison. By the way, drink hot milk tea while working overtime. Those little bastards in the team always say I'm venomous and talk nonsense. Should I recite sonnets to the bastard who defrauded the old man's coffin book?
Until I met Ling Xuanhe.
The English teacher who always appeared at the scene of murders by "coincidence", his brows and eyes as gentle as a spring rain in March, always made surprising inferences when I investigated. "Captain Qin," she handed over a cup of sugar-filled taro balls, "don't you think the murderer imitated the third chapter of "The Bloody Lesson Plan"?"
I twisted the candy wrapper in the evidence bag, and it was exactly the same as the packaging in her novel.
Interesting.
I stared at the scrawled criminal psychology analysis notes in her lesson plan book, and gave instructions to the technical detective on the other end of the earphone: "Check her. Focus on all the unsolved case files from three years ago."
Later, when the truth came out, I pressed her in front of the iron cabinet in the archives room, with the criminal's blood still on the muzzle of the gun. "Teacher Ling," I bit open the seal of the milk tea she bought, "Next time, just be my consultant, so I don't have to worry about guessing what killing techniques you wrote today when I was dismantling bombs."
[Externally coquettish but internally pure and protective, short-term detective captain × gentle and sharp double-sided teacher]
[Unit case + daily group portrait, no prototype]
