Liu Shutong is the coldest forensic doctor in the Haidu Bureau.
The scalpel in his hand had opened up the corpses of 138 drug dealers, but it could not solve the mystery of Lin Wan's disappearance three years ago - the anti-drug policeman who once grabbed her wrist and said "wait for me to come back", and only the red stamp of "defection" was left in the file.
Lin Wan spent 2190 days as a "nightingale" in the abyss.
The left hand of the drug lord "Lord Buddha" and the core promoter of the Gayara drug chain. The blood-stained rose tattoo spread from the shoulder blade to the collarbone. Only she knew that there was a burn scar with the police badge number buried under the tattoo.
An encirclement and suppression operation collapsed all pretenses.
When Liu Shutong saw "Nightingale" who was shot in the chest in the emergency ward, her hand holding the knife trembled for the first time. The dying woman hooked her clothes with blood-stained fingers and said in a broken voice:
"Forensic Doctor Liu... Don't cry, okay? Can you look at the future for me... Without Gaara?"
"I'm so tired... And, I'm sorry... I broke my promise."
Last words become cuffs.
From then on, Liu Shutong's scalpel not only revealed the truth, but also the "future" that Lin Wan staked her life on - she destroyed the drug-making village, tore open the protective umbrella network, and even locked Buddha in the death row with her own hands.
On the day of triumph, thousands of people cheered, but she walked to the cemetery alone.
The photo on the tombstone shows the smiling face of 22-year-old Lin Wan wearing a police uniform. Liu Shutong burned the briefing on the annihilation of Jia Jialuo in front of the tomb, and unfolded an autopsy report in the light of the fire:
"The deceased Lin Wan, true identity: Anti-narcotics police number 0319. Galara toxin type III was detected in the body - self-injection of drugs to stay awake, the cumulative dose caused organ failure."
There is no cleansing of drug lords, only the end of drug dealers;
There is no miraculous survival, only eternal separation.
"You said you wanted to see a sky without drugs," she stroked the cold tombstone.
"I saw it... But you weren't here."
Concept: Drugs are the shackles of mankind, and anti-narcotics police are the light that tears open the cracks - even if the light will eventually go out, the shackles will be cut off
