The mask hides the face, magnifying the ambition, and there is an undercurrent surging under the dance party where the identity is concealed. Lu Yanwu, the captain of the Yantai detachment, and Shen Xiwen, the police inspector dispatched by the Ministry of Public Security, jointly detect major cases. There is a force pulling them forward. Driven by interests and lives, does conscience still exist in people's hearts? Since the soul is plastic, what kind of brilliance will it have if it grows in a dark corner? Forgotten corners, looking through the world, palely pursuing the past, they join hands in difficulties and move toward life...
Intention: Chasing the dawn in the dark night, carrying the light and covering the reeds