In Haishi, the line between light and darkness has long since blurred.
My name is Lin Jingheng, and I am this city's night watchman. My weapons are handcuffs and the law; my faith is procedure and evidence. I believe order is the only armor civilization has.
That is, until I met Zhou Lin.
He is a ghost haunting the gray areas, a variable outside the rules. He uses hacker code in place of interrogation and underworld methods to carry out vigilante justice. He is a chaotic flame, burning every principle I hold fast to.
A "perfect crime" that even the System cannot convict has absurdly tied us together. He is a "temporary consultant" specially approved by my superiors, and the biggest violation of protocol in my career.
I loathe his unscrupulous methods, yet have no choice but to rely on his piercing insight. He mocks my rigidity, yet has repeatedly found a way out when I was in dire straits, using methods of his own.
We are mirrors to each other, reflecting the most unfamiliar shapes in one another.
Now a shadow called the "dark web" is trying to drag this city into the abyss. And he and I, order and chaos, are forced to become the two edges of the same blade.
I don't know: when the law falls silent, must we descend into darkness to find the light? When our principles crumble, what are we really protecting: justice, or another, more elaborate lie?
This dangerous game has begun. Either we save this city together, or we destroy each other.
