Detective Lu Qingshan died in the interrogation room after chasing the murderer for sixteen years.
Open your eyes again, it's 1980.
Twenty-two years old, Hongqi Commune police officer, just three months into his regular service.
Before he had time to digest the time-travel story, his brother was handcuffed and suspected of murder.
It doesn't matter. Sixteen years of criminal investigation experience is still in his mind. If you touch the murder weapon, you can still see the scene of the crime. What do you call this? Goldfinger? Call it whatever you want, as long as it solves the case.
One pile, two piles, ten piles, a hundred piles——
Factory arson cases, supply and marketing cooperative murder cases, corpse floating cases in reservoirs, serial disappearance cases on trains... In this small commune of 4,000 people, more and more cases are solved, and the road goes farther and farther.
Some people say that he is a crime-solving genius who is rewarded by God.
Some people say there must be someone behind him.
Some people say that he is not from this era at all.
He lit a Pegasus cigarette: "I just want to save my brother."
