Three years ago, his master fell from the third floor of the police station and was determined to be an accident. He didn't believe it.
Three years later, he is still the most useless auxiliary policeman in Dongfeng Town. Carrying water and cleaning tables, no one looked at him.
Until late that night, a man was hanged in the scrapyard. He knelt down and took a look——
The blood in the cracks in the wall was glowing. The fibers in the nails are glowing. The sweeping arc marks on the ground are glowing.
The system told him: This was not suicide.
The criminal investigation team said that he was an auxiliary police officer and was not qualified to speak. The director told him to get out.
Three days later, the test results came back—he was right about everything.
From that day on, he could see things in his eyes that others could not.
From the auxiliary police to the civilian police, from Dongfeng Town to the provincial department, from a corpse to an inter-provincial trafficking network.
Three years ago no one believed him. Three years later - he silenced everyone.
