I was locked on the last bus by the careless driver. After the police uncle rescued me, I was about to ask for the police number and was thinking of sending a deputy banner when I looked up and saw Chen Xun, my ex-boyfriend who had been in the police station five years ago. At this moment, he was wearing a police uniform, with handsome features, and completely lost the look he had when he was setting up a stall in the night market. The next night, I followed him home. Before I could see his door number clearly, I was grabbed and pinned against the wall. "Follow me, what are you going to do?" "Are you Chen Xun?" The man was silent for a while: "He is dead."
