After losing his memory, the God of Creation became a low-level cowboy in the police station. He met a gentle consultant wearing gold-rimmed glasses. Every time a case is solved, one falls into a different space, and only after clearing the level can one return to the human world. He thought that Bai Yanchen was the sworn enemy who always made things difficult for him, but he didn't know that this consultant was piecing together his fragmented divine personality bit by bit - using the case as a key and the other world as a cage, until he remembered the night when he personally pushed him down to earth.
Mu Han slapped his police officer's ID card on the table, and the splashed coffee stains soaked the newly handed file from Bai Yanchen.
"The third one." The trainee police officer whispered, "Why does Captain Mu act like a cat with hairy fur every time he sees Consultant Bai..."
No one heard. Outside the glass curtain wall, it was dusk when the rainstorm had just stopped. Bai Yanchen pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and the reflection of the lenses just blocked the flash of smile in his eyes. He tapped the fifth point of contradiction on the dossier with his fingertips and watched as Mu Han frowned and pierced the paper with the tip of his pen - very much like the little god who was angry with him because he couldn't shape the clouds when the world was created thousands of years ago.
Bai Yanchen didn't know when he stood under his umbrella, smelling of cedar mixed with old book pages: "Let's go, Captain Mu. The deceased is still waiting for you to seek justice."
Thin lines of blood seeped out from the cracks in the blue bricks, winding toward the depths of the alley. Mu Han lowered his head and stared at the red lines, and suddenly felt a splitting headache - a broken picture flashed through: the same blood color, the same winding, and someone stood behind him and said softly: "Remember, you can only come back after finding the truth."
"You used to..." Bai Yanchen seemed to want to say something, but swallowed it back. In the end, she just tilted the umbrella closer to him, letting half of her shoulders get stained with dark water.
"I will help you get your memory back and remind you of me."
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the entire ancient town was blurred in the water vapor. Mu Han failed to hear this murmur that was almost to himself. He was bending down to pick up half a piece of burnt paper from the crevice of the stone. There was a line written on it in fly-headed small letters:
"There are always busy people in the world – but there are always people who are willing to stop for you."
The handwriting was unfamiliar, but it made his hands tremble inexplicably.
The drums are ringing again, it's the fourth watch.
Concept: aloof male god and gentle and gentle scum
