My name is Yan Li, captain of the Criminal Investigation Corps of the Provincial Public Security Department. As far as I am concerned, there are three kinds of people in this world, men, women, and Luo Xuan. Let's talk about the internal structure of our provincial department first. In addition to the head of the first department, Director Li, there are more than 20 departments, including the office, political department, party committee, discipline inspection commission, supervision office, finance department, national security corps, public security corps, criminal investigation corps, anti-narcotics corps, economic investigation corps, traffic police corps, network security department, immigration management department, science and technology department, communications department, and the forensic department where Luo Xuan works. Luo Xuan is the head of the Forensic Medicine Department and also my best friend. He is the "Flower of the High Mountain" in the provincial department. All the female police officers in the department want to fall in love with him, which attracts the hatred of most male police officers. However, a few male police officers are also greedy for his beauty. Although I am also a handsome guy, I am a cold and domineering president. In a society where style is the main aesthetic, gentle and gentle men like me can only be ranked second. The worst are those honest and simple man-types. The proportion of singles has been steadily increasing year by year. For this reason, Director Li has lost a lot of hair in order to reduce the number of singles in the provincial department. And the reason why I say Luo Xuan is the third type of person is because even though he is handsome, he is also a child prodigy. He has been a madman skipping grades since he was a child. At the age of twenty-two, he has already obtained a double doctorate in forensic medicine and psychology from Cambridge. After working abroad for two years and returning to China for one year, he is now twenty-five years old, which is the age when men are like flowers. Next is the beginning of the story. . . . . .
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