The last two victims lived in Unit 1.  Since they were moving from top to bottom this time, there was no need to climb stairs, a small mercy for Xia Hang. Therefore, he followed behind Han Huaixiao, and together they quickly wrapped up the remaining interviews. When they reached the ground floor again, Han Huaixiao… Continue reading

Xia Hang followed Han Huaixiao through the three elevator shafts in Building 1. The victims had already been taken away, but the splattered blood left behind painted a brutal enough picture of what had happened. When the property management heard they’d arrived, they sent someone over, the same traumatized young woman who introduced herself as… Continue reading

Mingcheng Residential Complex was considered a new development since residents had only begun moving in about six years ago. There wasn’t a subway nearby, but eight different bus routes passed through the area, and schools, a market, and a shopping mall were all within walking distance. Just two stops away by bus, there was a park. The infrastructure was… Continue reading

At 7:50 on Monday morning, a bus pulled to a slow stop at a station fifty meters from the Lang City Police Bureau. A young man stepped out of the back door. Standing at the stop, he looked toward the main gate. Morning light washed softly over his frame, leaner now after weeks of recovery… Continue reading

On his way back from a meeting at the provincial office, Han Huaixiao stopped by a dessert shop, then a milk tea shop, emerging with two large bags in hand. Back at the office, Wen Yu’s sharp eyes spotted him before he could speak. She practically leapt forward to grab a milk tea from his… Continue reading

“Captain Han, what do we do with this guy?” Ling Yue asked, pointing at Hu Long. Han Huaixiao frowned, his gaze falling on Hu Long’s legs, both bleeding from gunshot wounds. If he hadn’t seen wrong… when he hit the man’s left leg, the bullet that struck his right had come from the northwest. But there were… Continue reading

Northern Shan State, the jungle of Myanmar. Crack… crack… crack… Five young Chinese boys between the ages of eight and twelve trudged through the forest with heavy steps, struggling onward. It was an age when kids were fearless and mischievous, yet now, they only wore terror on their faces, barely daring to breathe, as every… Continue reading