The day Ye Chen was kicked off the police force, no one believed he was innocent.
Three years later, he was the owner of a secondhand shop in an urban village, spending his days buying junk and fixing TVs.
Then the former police chief died in a locked room, the detectives hit a dead end, and his old partner Zhao Tie smashed down his door in the middle of the night.
Ye Chen touched the fountain pen the victim had used in life, closed his eyes, and stated the truth:
“The killer is left-handed, wearing a gray jacket, and driving a car with a live crucian carp inside.”
By dawn, the killer was in custody.
The police were stunned, reporters swarmed in, and the mastermind behind it all grew uneasy.
They didn’t know that Ye Chen was after more than just this one case.
He still hadn’t returned the mud they’d slung at him three years ago.
The ledger was in his head. His enemies were on his list.
Boss Ye of the secondhand shop was officially open for business.
