The long whip snakes on the ground like a poisonous snake, as if it is hissing and peering into the world from a black and white perspective. The other end of the black whip handle was hooked between the slender, cold white fingers. The owner of the fingers was stepping on the stool between the legs of the person in front of him with one long leg: "4179, shut up." 4179 Smiled provocatively and pressed it against his ear: "Do you really like playing games of pretending to be a human being? Little beast?" Three years ago, Qin Sheng once stood under the scorching sun and swore to become the best policeman. Three years later, he stood on the fighting stage, his military boots stained with broken petals and blood and bones. If the beast lives gloriously in human skin, then where is the beast's cage and where is the human world? Real fantasy and fake suspense, sitting behind a prison cell and being assaulted by a sultry prisoner
Intention: The definition of justice is not inherent, but the boundaries of kindness must be vivid
