I'm a Traffic Cop, and Criminals Keep Showing Up to Hand Me Their Cases

“Do criminals these days leave their brains at home?” When the policewoman interviewed Lin Bai, the youngest police superintendent of the year, Lin Bai let out a sigh that pierced the soul. As a traffic cop, Lin Bai's daily routine was simple: start the livestream, take his post. Then... wait for criminals to show up and hand him credit. He was writing a ticket for illegal parking when the car owner got so agitated that the trunk popped open, revealing two whole boxes of flour. He was eating a grilled sausage by the roadside when a panicked robber threw a black bag full of stolen cash straight into the cargo box of his police motorcycle. He was even directing traffic at an intersection when a lost human trafficker rolled down his window and asked, “Officer, how do I get on the highway out of the province? I've got cargo tied up in the car that needs a quick handoff.” Faced with these low-IQ villains lining up to get themselves caught, Lin Bai could only reluctantly accept their offerings. A year later. Looking at the dazzling rank insignia on his shoulder, Lin Bai sighed helplessly. “I really haven't done anything. My fellow officers make me look good!”