Lu Zheng has been a police officer for thirteen years and has handled countless cases, which are neatly numbered in the filing cabinets.
Only one file is messed up. In the closing record of an old case ten years ago, the key pages were artificially destroyed, leaving torn edges on the edges of the remaining pages. No one knew what was written on those pages, and no one asked. If Lu Zheng didn't mention it, it would be difficult for others to ask. Only occasionally someone noticed that every rainy day, his right chest would feel a dull pain - the doctor said that the old injury had healed long ago and it shouldn't hurt.
Until one ordinary afternoon, a person who was supposed to be "missing" in the files suddenly appeared in the interrogation room of the city bureau. No struggle, no excuse, sitting quietly on the iron chair, like attending an appointment that was long overdue.
Everyone on the task force felt that the captain's attitude towards this sudden suspect was a bit strange. Call it indifferent, he has watched the surveillance footage at the door of the detention room longer than anyone else. To put it seriously, his questions in the interrogation transcripts are always a few lines shorter than others.
No one knew what was between them. All I know is that from that day on, the page of the destroyed file seemed to be no longer just a page.
