Embers

The office of the Criminal Investigation Detachment smelled of disinfectant mixed with coffee. When Xie Wenzheng was reading documents with a cigarette in his mouth, he raised his eyes and saw the new "airborne soldier". Lin Yu stood in the morning light, with the cuffs of his white shirt rolled up to his forearms. The exposed skin was almost transparent in the light, with a warm smile on his lips, like a carefully framed ink painting. So fragile that it seems to break at the touch of a touch. "Xie Dui, I'm Lin Yu." He stretched out his hand, and his fingertips had a spiciness other than tobacco. Xie Wenzheng later learned that it was the only weapon this man had hidden under a mask of gentleness to fight against the long night. No one knows what kind of stormy waves are wrapped in this clean skin. When he was eight years old, he was locked in a dark basement by a drug dealer. When Chen Mo pinched his chin and said, "The police can't save you," he learned to chew up his hatred and swallow it into his stomach. Now he is back in the skin of the best graduate of the Public Security University, like a accurately launched torpedo, blasting through the poisonous sea that hides his father's grievances and his own nightmares. At first, Xie Wenzheng only thought of him as a vase thrown into the team by a relative. It was not until Lin Yu squatted beside a pool of blood at the murder scene, tapped the pinhole on the corpse's wrist with his fingertips, and whispered "This is not an ordinary overdose" that he discovered that the roots of this flower in the greenhouse were already entangled in hell. When two murder cases spanning several years involved a new drug network, and when autopsy reports overlapped, the scars hidden behind Lin Yu's smile were revealed layer by layer. Xie Wenzheng watched him huddle up in the darkness, and then he realized that the desk lamp that suddenly turned on in the middle of the night, the pepper can that was always on hand, and the body temperature that seemed to be approaching unintentionally were all signs of this man's desperate tug-of-war with the evil ghosts of the past. "If you're afraid of the dark, turn on the light." After a certain action, Xie Wenzheng pulled the person into his arms and rubbed his rough fingertips against his sweaty forehead, "I'm here." Lin Yu's eyelashes trembled, like a frightened butterfly. He was used to taking advantage of everyone, but he fell into trouble with Xie Wenzheng. This rough guy who is always good at making decisions will kick open the door when he has nightmares, will protect him when he is threatened by a suspect, and after he blocks the bullet with his life, he will roar with red eyes, "Don't you dare try to die." Drug lord Chen Mo sneered in the dark, thinking that he had the sharpest chess piece, but he didn't know that Lin Yu had already sharpened his knife to cut through all sins and lies in the name of justice. And Xie Wenzheng's love was the only light that illuminated this fight, making him confident that there was a chest he could rely on when he dared to turn around at the edge of the abyss. Determining a life for the people is never an empty talk. It was the choke in Lin Yu's voice when he presented his father's blood evidence in court; it was the lights of thousands of families behind him when Xie Wenzheng rushed forward in the hail of bullets; it was the words that those souls who had struggled in the poisonous fog finally shouted - It is better to die in silence and live in silence. Intention: Die with peace of mind, live without silence