Tingyue: I was defrauded of one million yuan. I am urgent and waiting online, but it is not very urgent.
Result: Comes with a handsome police officer named He Jingyuan, and... Lifetime "after-sales service".
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At first, Officer He was businesslike:
"Follow the procedure."
"I must be present."
"This text message is a scam, don't reply."
Later, Officer He gradually lost control:
"Still up so late?"
"I'll go to your school for a lecture."
"The injury was an accident... Don't cry."
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Small theater:
Tingyue: Officer He, I seem to have fallen into another scam.
He Jingyuan (momentarily serious): What's going on? Account? Amount?
Tingyue: What was stolen was something special, the heart of a police officer. Can a case be filed?
He Jingyuan (silent for a moment, put away his phone): ... I will "investigate" this case personally, and the time limit is for a lifetime.
Concept: This is a story about "traces". He Jingyuan traces the digital traces of money flow in the virtual world, while Tingyue endures the emotional traces of broken trust in real relationships. Their encounter began with a trace of "loss" that needed to be traced back. And when they fall in love, they leave new traces of "gain" in each other's lives. The story explores how in an era when everything can be traced and everything can be quantified, the emotional value that cannot be marked by data, the heart-beating moments that cannot be calculated by programs, and the unsolved love cases that need to be "investigated" over a lifetime, define the reality of our being as human beings.