Duan Xingyu, 26 years old, deputy captain of the Municipal Criminal Investigation Detachment.
He has a short hair, an old scar at the end of his left eyebrow, and his mouth is tilted to one side when he smiles. He is 1.87 Meters tall, with broad shoulders and long legs. He never zips up his jacket and never lights up a cigarette in his mouth. The whole team knows that Duan Duan is a talkative and can talk the suspect into confessing voluntarily during interrogation. The whole team also knows that he has been running to the forensic center every day recently.
Wen Tinghuan, 25 years old, is a forensic doctor transferred from the provincial department.
His white coat is buttoned to the top, and his gold-rimmed glasses are always on the bridge of his nose. He is 1.78 Meters tall, has a thin frame, but his fingers are surprisingly stable. He talks less, expresses less, and can go a whole day without talking on the autopsy table. But everyone in the forensic center knows that the cup of soy milk on the corner of the table in Forensic Doctor Wen's office appears on time every morning.
When they met for the first time, Duan Xingyu squatted beside the dissecting table and looked at him: "He looks pretty good——"
Wen Tinghuan glanced at him through the glasses and said nothing.
Later, Duan Xingyu delivered breakfast every day, made phone calls at two o'clock in the morning, and smiled when he got a skin injury and stretched out his hand to have someone bandage it. Wen Tinghuan indulged him with a cold face, to the point where Duan Xingyu thought there was only a word between them.
Concept: Two people looking for each other finally find a home in each other.