The decadent and alcoholic old detective Xiang Dong was demoted to the police station because of an old case. A murder case of a prostitute revealed the shady story of the government and businessmen hidden deep in the small town. All clues point to his former mentor and current deputy director Lu Bin. In a desperate situation where the system suppressed and witnesses were silenced one after another, Xiangdong dragged his injured body and pursued the investigation alone with the assistance of Li Li, the cold trace examiner. From the video hall on the ground floor to the abandoned mine, from the mysterious account book to the key USB flash drive, in the end, he risked his life to pry open the iron curtain that enveloped Anshan. This is not only a showdown between justice and power, but also a sinner's thorny road in pursuit of self-salvation. Beneath the rusty police badge, the truth flows like an underground river.
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Anshan on a rainy night, the loneliness burns under the rust-colored police badge. This is not a detective legend, but a lame former detective trudging through the mud with old injuries and alcohol. The author uses cold brushstrokes to pierce the veil of warmth in the small town, revealing the ferocious undercurrent of power and desire. Every pursuit of Xiangdong is an account of lost comrades, and it is also a tragic reconstruction of collapsed faith. When the truth cuts through the abscesses of the system like a dull knife, what we see is not only a suspenseful victory, but also a faint spark of individual dignity in the cracks of an era.
Anshan on a rainy night, the loneliness burns under the rust-colored police badge. This is not a detective legend, but a lame former detective trudging through the mud with old injuries and alcohol. The author uses cold brushstrokes to pierce the veil of warmth in the small town, revealing the ferocious undercurrent of power and desire. Every pursuit of Xiangdong is an account of lost comrades, and it is also a tragic reconstruction of collapsed faith. When the truth cuts through the abscesses of the system like a dull knife, what we see is not only a suspenseful victory, but also a faint spark of individual dignity in the cracks of an era.