On a rainy autumn night, the bluestone roads in Nanhuaicheng were shiny with water, mixed with the smell of soil and blood, and drifted toward the alley entrances in the wind.
Shen Yan squatted on the threshold of the dilapidated City God's Temple, holding a half-extinguished cigarette between his fingertips, sparks flickering in the rain. He had just finished dealing with a group of desperadoes who were smuggling arms. The hem of his black jacket was still dripping with water, and the legs of his trousers were stained with dark brown blood, but he didn't care.
There was a sound of extremely light footsteps at the entrance of the alley, stepping in the stagnant water without any delay.
Shen Yan raised his eyes and twirled the cigarette butt in his fingers.
The visitor was holding a black umbrella, tall and tall, and wearing a pressed black windbreaker, which was incompatible with the muddy and chaotic rainy night. As he approached, the rain seemed to have weakened a bit, and the brim of the umbrella was lowered slightly, covering most of his face, leaving only a clean line of his jaw exposed.
"Captain Shen," the man's voice was low and sweet, like the bass of a cello, "The city bureau asked me to handle the situation."
Shen Yan raised his eyebrows, put out his cigarette butt on the wet threshold, and stood up. He was slightly taller than the man. He lowered his eyes and looked at him, his eyes as sharp as knives: "Butt? Why didn't I know that the city bureau sent someone."
The man slowly raised his head, and his eyebrows under the edge of the umbrella were finally revealed. It was an extremely beautiful face, with clear eyebrows, a high bridge of nose, and pale lips. It was just a pair of eyes, dark and deep, like snow that never melted all year round.
"I'm Lu Zhihan." He stretched out his hand, his fingertips were slightly cold, "The new deputy captain of the Criminal Investigation Detachment."
Concept: Two men, sweet writing, justice