A year ago, the deer hunting plan implemented by Nanzhou failed, and almost no one survived undercover. The Nanzhou Police were severely weakened and gradually fell into a deep pool from which they could not extricate themselves.
A year later, in an alley in Luyang City, a man's corpse had a blood-filled sunflower inserted into his chest. His death lifted the curtain on Lu Yang's crime...
Under the streetlight, a young man leaned against the wall with his legs bent.
Xie Sui (stretching his hands): Hello.
Wen Jingxing: No, when will you let me go? It's very late.
Xie Sui: Sorry, sir, I'm just following the rules.
Wen Jingxing:? Everything that needs to be registered has been registered, so what other rules are there?
Xie Sui: Oh, I've registered, then you can go.
Wen Jingxing: Never again.
The next day, the two met again at a date place.
Xie Sui: We meet again. The fate is wonderful. But can you explain why the bouquet of flowers you are holding in your hand looks so like the one on the chest of the deceased?
Wen Jingxing:…………
Intention: Let everyone be happy every day
