In Haishi, the boundaries between light and dark have long been blurred.
My name is Lin Jingheng, and I am the night watchman of this city. My weapons are handcuffs and codes, and my beliefs are procedures and evidence. I believe that order is the only armor of civilization.
Until I met Zhou Lin.
He is a ghost wandering in the gray area, a variable outside the rules. He replaced interrogation with hacker code and practiced lynching with Jianghu means. He is like a chaotic flame, burning all the principles I abide by.
We are ridiculously bound together by a "perfect crime" that even the system cannot convict. He was a "temporary consultant" specially approved by his superiors, which was the biggest violation of regulations in my career.
I hate his unscrupulous methods, but I have to rely on his piercing insights; he laughs at my stubbornness, but he often uses his own way to break the situation when I am behind bars.
We are each other's mirror, reflecting each other's most unfamiliar silhouettes.
Now, a shadow called the "Dark Web" is trying to drag the city into the abyss. And he and I, order and chaos, were forced to become the double-edged sword of the same sword.
I wonder, when the law is silent, is it possible to exchange for light only by falling into darkness? When the bottom line collapses, is it justice we are protecting, or another more sophisticated lie?
This dangerous game has begun. Either we save this city together, or we destroy each other.
