He slowly opened the bag, took out the notebook and put it on the table, and then took another deep puff of the cigarette. This puff seemed to be preparing for something. As the smoke came out of his mouth, Chen An extinguished the cigarette butt with his bare hands. He seemed to feel no pain at all. He opened the notebook. This was the only thing left by the suspect Zhuo Ke, who had been fighting with him for twenty years without being caught.
Purpose: Is a utopian world without criminals really as harmonious as it appears?