Reserved, clever journalist with a messy love life VS brave, kind, flawless police officer
And there's a little puppy chasing after them
Fifteen years ago.
To retaliate against the police bureau chief, who refused to compromise with criminals, kidnappers seized Chief Shan's two children, hoping to secure a lifetime of comfort in exchange.
The result:
The criminals vanished without a trace, the elder daughter, Shan Yinuan, disappeared, and the younger daughter, Shan Yihan, fled overseas. Chief Shan took early retirement, accepting responsibility for the incident, and the Shan family adopted an orphan, Lucas. Everyone involved was trapped in a prison called guilt, unease, and resentment.
Fifteen years later.
Shan Yihan, who has just won the Pulitzer Prize, receives a taunting video.
From then on, she begins tracing the truth of what happened fifteen years ago, step by step.
And she starts winning back the man of her dreams from fifteen years ago.
"Sheng Ning, is waiting fifteen years for me to return home really that long?"
"From now on, the clouds drift past the white sun, the mountains and rivers remain solemn and gentle, and someone will cook over a fire and leave a light on for company... The main thing is, if I don't wait for you, I don't have any other options. Civil servants aren't allowed to travel abroad for personal reasons."
"At least you admit that, other than liking me, you have no choice."
Currently serializing: Today, Like Every Year
Straight-talking, secretly soft-hearted police squad leader (male) VS undercover officer who plays the pig to eat the tiger (female)
Everyone knows the city bureau has a new female officer, Xiang Liu.
Just like her name suggests.
With shoulder-length hair, a slender waist, and the standard look of a newly graduated office worker, she resembles a little Bambi who has wandered into a steel forest. Every day, she blinks her innocent eyes and leaves work right on time.
She's the perfect candidate to be the front desk of the general affairs office, where people coast toward retirement, yet Director Yao has put her in the serious crimes unit.
Director Yao: "He Zhengyu, she's yours now."
Captain He waves him off. "We don't have anywhere to put a vase."
General Affairs: "Captain He, I heard from Director Yao that you have nowhere to put your new computer?"
Director Yao: "He Zhengyu, I'm planning to, "
Captain He waves him off. "Our team has enough people. We don't need anyone else."
Director Yao ponders. "So your workload isn't full. Every member of Team One will stay until midnight each night this month, analyzing outstanding cases from around the country. Coming in late or leaving early will count as skipping work."
He Zhengyu presses his long fingers against his philtrum and hurriedly protests, "Director Yao, let's talk this out. Everything can be negotiated."
Director Yao's eyes light up. "Great. Go call Xiang Liu over for a meeting!"
In the group chat, only Xiang Liu's replies can summon Director Yao:
"Xiang Liu, what do you think of this case?"
"Xiang Liu, be careful not to catch a cold while you're out investigating."
"Xiang Liu, where are you?"
"Xiang Liu..."
The once-celebrated ace, He Zhengyu, fell straight off the pedestal in Director Yao's heart.
There's a countermeasure for every policy.
He ignored her, avoided her, hid from her, kept things from her, dodged her, abandoned her, guessed at her intentions, grew wary, got angry, and made a scene.
Xiang Liu wasn't about to lose, either. She handed everyone salted duck eggs, saying, "This egg is so salty... and so idle."
He Zhengyu was so furious he nearly choked. "Is she mocking me?"
Until...
Together, they solved one brutal case after another.
After staking out a criminal for three straight days without a wink of sleep, He Zhengyu didn't even have time to wipe the blood from his cheek. He rushed back to the bureau, jumped out of his car, stormed into the office, and grabbed Xiang Liu by the shoulders. "You can have my bank card, my property deed, and I'll take you on investigations and buy you delicious food. Everything I have is yours. Please like me, okay?"
Back in her police uniform, Xiang Liu's lips curved up. "Let's get reacquainted. My real identity is Second-Class Superintendent Jian Jie. I'm free tomorrow morning. Meet me outside the civil affairs bureau."
Another upcoming novel in the same genre: Every Year, on This Day [Crime Investigation]
The day Lu Xuejia comes home for vacation after spending three months solving a string of murders happens to be her twenty-seventh birthday
Bang!
Her father sets off fireworks and presents her with a wrapped-up suitcase.
Her mother places a salted duck egg on the ground and rolls it toward her:
"Behavioral psychology is for suspects, not your blind dates, okay?"
"Emei grappling techniques are for suspects, not your blind dates, okay?"
"Save that loud voice for suspects, and wear a full face of makeup around the people in your life, okay?"
"We don't expect you to get married, just to stand on your own two feet!"
"Get out of here!"
To keep the family in harmony, Lu Xuejia takes her work seriously with her left hand and pretends to handle her personal life with her right:
"You slippery, sly, wicked boss, this is the fifth time this month you've come to the city bureau claiming you have information to provide. We're really not right for each other."
Lu Xuejia admits to herself that he is rich, smart, and handsome. But right now she's busy catching criminals. Unrelated people should leave at once. No matter how handsome they are, they still have to go!
Ji Qingye suppresses his professional instincts as an undercover agent and manages a strained smile. "I'm just a good citizen here to help out. Please, do not read too much into it."
Lu Xuejia carefully confirms that he isn't a suspect, then nods. "Since you put it that way, I won't read too much into it, and neither should you."
Ji Qingye is genuinely curious how she has solved so many cases.
And then...
Ji Qingye insists on reading way too much into it!
Theme:
I really think that the murderer is acting on behalf of heaven. In fact, anyone with some sense knows that the role of the law is not fairness, but the correct operation of the state machine.
This writing style looks gorgeous, but why is it so difficult to understand?
There is considerable room for improvement in writing style
You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, and I sent them to the world with a head full of snow.
Why do you need to have bright and firm eyes when letting your assistant come in? Weird
A small suggestion: the author can leave a space at the end of each paragraph. This format will look more comfortable.
In this article, the plot develops and changes very strangely. The heroine is as twitchy as she is twitchy.
The murderer is still playing tricks! Ha ha! ! Ha ha! ! !
This name seems very cruel. You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I left my head covered with snow in the world. (?⌒`?)
I really think that the murderer is acting on behalf of heaven. In fact, anyone with some sense knows that the role of the law is not fairness, but the correct operation of the state machine.
This writing style looks gorgeous, but why is it so difficult to understand?
There is considerable room for improvement in writing style
You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, and I sent them to the world with a head full of snow.
Why do you need to have bright and firm eyes when letting your assistant come in? Weird
A small suggestion: the author can leave a space at the end of each paragraph. This format will look more comfortable.
In this article, the plot develops and changes very strangely. The heroine is as twitchy as she is twitchy.
The murderer is still playing tricks! Ha ha! ! Ha ha! ! !
This name seems very cruel. You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I left my head covered with snow in the world. (?⌒`?)
I really almost thought it was a knife again