Lin Qiuji had seen countless targets in the scope, but he couldn't see through the 'blind' flower shop owner.
Song Zhibai, 24 years old, former national shooting team ace, current owner of "Chitang" flower shop.
——In his eyes, the world has no boundaries, only flowing colors.
——He knocked over the tea cup, fumbled to put on his clothes, but in the middle of the night when no one knew, he hit a target 1,800 meters away with a blind shot.
Lin Qiuji, 27 years old, is the sniper commander of the Criminal Investigation Brigade and a rational perfectionist.
——He hated losing control, but on that rainy night, he picked up Song Zhibai, who was soaked all over, and took him home.
——He thought he was taming a lost cat until he discovered the thin sniper cocoon on the opponent's wrist.
"Mr. Lin, your breathing rate is exposed."
"Song Zhibai, it's best that you really can't see me."
When gunfire rang out during the bank robbery, the two pretenders were forced to tear off their masks——
One describes the world with poetic lies, and the other builds high walls with indifferent rules.
And love is the trajectory that no one has calculated when a bullet passes through the morning fog.
Concept: Things are not about their appearance
