Seven years ago, on the eve of the closure of the "Sweet Tea" drug cartel, the core account book "Syrup" disappeared. Lu Chen pursued this case for seven years, and it turned into a piece of red-hot iron, which was hot to the touch and pierced the heart. He wanted to slam the table on everyone he met.
Seven years later, he opened a small shop called "Peach Milk Tea", put his handcuffs on the bar, and said to the gentle and gentle boss - "Let's talk?"
Chen Mo didn't run away. He stretched out his hands quietly, but turned around and said to the clerk before being taken away: "Peach, remember to close." His voice was as calm as if he was talking about today's milk tea recipe.
But Shen Zhiye didn't think so.
The psychological counselor of the airborne police force leaned against the car door with a smile, and added slowly: "Remember to add ice, he likes to drink this." The string of sandalwood beads on his wrist glowed dimly in the sunlight - they were the relics of the senior brother who died seven years ago. The signal base station was near this milk tea shop when the senior brother made the last call before his death.
A violent team leader, a smiling fox, a meek fugitive, and a secret that has been hidden under the milk tea cup for four years.
The incandescent lights in the interrogation room cannot penetrate people's hearts, the syrup in the milk tea shop is mixed with lies, and the soul of the deceased seven years ago sneers at the bottom of every "Taste of First Love" cup.
When the latent clerk reveals his trump card, when the disappearing warning person reveals his true identity, when the tracker and the tracked discover at the same time - that cup of sweet tea with ice turns out to be handed to the same pair of behind-the-scenes hands.
Sweet tea should be served with ice. The truth requires blood.
Concept: There is no absolute line between good and evil. Behind every soul hiding its identity, there is an unspeakable past and choices that have to be faced. Real growth is to choose to move towards the light after uncovering the scars - even if the person you least want to see is standing in front of the light.