At dawn, the nightlife of a small group of Hong Kong people has not yet ended, and the streets of Sham Shui Po have begun to wake up.
The sound of opening and closing windows, brushing teeth, washing and flushing the sewer, through the windows or the walls with not very reliable sound insulation, spread to the neighbors.
People wake up from their deep dreams and welcome their ordinary new day.
The sound of the door closing when her brother came back from buying vegetables woke Yi Jiayi up. She was still drowsy and couldn't open her eyes, and her sister who was sleeping on the upper bunk turned over and sat up in bed.
Then, the movement of her sister getting out of bed woke her up completely. When she opened her eyes, she saw the afterimage of her sister's nightgown and skirt running away, and the mottled old bed board on the upper bunk under the dim light.
Various stickers, notes, memos and old photos were stuck on the bed, all of which were traces of the previous life that had grown up slowly from this room and this bed.
Yi Jiayi had been traveling through time for nearly a month, and was gradually accepting her new identity and getting used to this small village house of less than 50 square meters in Sham Shui Po, Hong Kong, where four people lived.
She got up quickly, put on her clothes and folded the quilt while her sister was queuing to go to the bathroom.
"Sister." Yi Jiaru came in, rubbing her messy hair.
"You should sleep a little longer." Yi Jiayi and her sister squeezed shoulder to shoulder and walked out of the dim, crowded but tidy little room.
The eldest brother Yi Jiadong looked at her through the dirty kitchen glass and asked, "Why don't you cut your hair? Washing your hair wastes shampoo, combing your hair wastes time, and being a police officer still needs to be cool."
Yi Jiayi touched her thick, smooth, black hair in her hand. In her last life, she lost so much hair for the postgraduate entrance examination that she had to name each hair. Now she finally has such a big bunch of hair -
"I can't bear to part with it." She muttered, and tied her hair into a bun, tying it neatly behind her head.
Police...
Who would have thought that Yi Jiayi would do any job in the future, copywriting, marketing, operation, salesperson... even live streaming to sell goods... But police?
What does it have to do with her?
But after she had been struggling for countless days and nights for the postgraduate entrance examination, she woke up one day and found herself a young policewoman from Hong Kong who had just graduated and was assigned to the police station as a clerical worker.
After breakfast, she said goodbye to her eldest brother, hugged her shabby bicycle in the corridor, and went downstairs. As
soon as she locked the bicycle and started riding, she exerted force with her right foot, and the bicycle and the person became one, and flew out -
don't blame her for driving too fast, she had her reasons.
On the way out of the alley to Oak Street, there were so many good neighbors.
Hong Kong has a large population, and the public housing area of Sham Shui Po, which has a large number of civilians and poor people, is even worse. The neighbors have lived in this area for a long time, and everyone knows each other. Every grandfather and grandmother she met by the way would say hello to her, without missing a single one.
Even those who were sitting in a narrow alley reading a newspaper would look up from the big news, as if greeting their neighbors was such an important thing.
Is it more important than the gossip about the rich in Hong Kong news? Is it more important than the terrifying murders in big bold letters?
Probably no one in Hong Kong knows how to write the word "social phobia".
Walking through the streets and alleys, Yi Jiayi looked up from time to time to see the neon signs that were dim in the daytime but still covered the sky. This was a mark of the glory of Hong Kong in the 1990s.
After counting 17 intersections, it was actually only a little more than a kilometer away, and arrived safely at the Yau Ma Tei Police Station in West Kowloon.
After locking her bicycle in a corner, she took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from her forehead and nose, and heard a deep male voice:
"Hey, that guy..."
Yi Jiayi came back to her senses and looked in the direction of the voice. An extra-long leg stretched out from a jeep, and a piece of black socks was exposed under the trousers.
The man bent down to get out of the car, and when he stood up, his whole body stretched out, and he was particularly tall.
He patted his rolled-up sleeves, frowned at her, and waved.
Yi Jiayi caught a glimpse of the white socks on the man's other ankle - this person is most likely from the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit. Only those who deal with major cases all day long are too busy to find a pair of matching socks to wear.
The Serious Crime Unit, the legendary CID, a character who can be the protagonist in a TV series!
Yi Jiayi stood at attention, her posture as cute as a schoolgirl seeing her instructor.
"There are a lot of mosquitoes in the office these days, and I'm covered in red spots." The male policeman shortened the distance between them in two steps, smoothed his fluffy short hair, and rolled up his sleeves to show her the bites left by mosquitoes on his arms.
Yi Jiayi looked down and saw his thin, narrow and straight wrists, a layer of velvet on his wheat-colored skin, strong blood vessels flowing like rivers under the skin, and his biceps that bulged slightly without much effort -
and he probably likes to wear T-shirts that cover half of his arms, so his upper arms are not exposed to the sun, and the skin on his biceps is very white, which looks particularly delicious.
Is this something she can see without spending money?
Her mind was full of random thoughts, but her face was honestly flushed, her heart was pounding with shame, and only then did she see the tragic mosquito battlefield on his arm.
Mosquitoes are really fierce, and they are not afraid of such a strong arm.
She collected her thoughts and tried to be professional, speaking like a graduation speech,
"Sister Yin has already called. Today, mosquito coils and mosquito repellent will be delivered together with this month's daily necessities." She
looked up and asked him,
"Which floor are you on? I still have half a bottle of mosquito repellent--"
The man seemed to have not slept well, with a layer of light blue-black under his eyes. He glanced at the black head in front of him with some irritation, and happened to catch her sparkling round eyes.
How can someone have eyes that are so black and white, as clean and clear as a puppy who knows nothing about the world.
"Okay, let's go to work." Waving his hands, he smiled awkwardly, trying to make himself appear more friendly.
But he is probably better at fighting crime and not so good at coaxing children. No matter how hard he tries to restrain himself, that kind of fierce spirit will still unconsciously reveal itself from his brows.
"Yes, sir!" Yi Jiayi saluted with her feet together and answered loudly.
"..." The man twitched his lips, watched her stand at attention, turn around, and march in step, and then remembered something, "By the way--"
Yi Jiayi braked and turned around.
"Under the north window, there is a pool of water after the rain the day before yesterday, and mosquitoes are breeding. You also call Sister Yin and ask someone to clean the water." The man took a big step and bypassed her in a flash.
Yi Jiayi uttered 'yes sir~' again, but she no longer had the mood to say it clearly, so she could only say "OK" to his back.
The man turned around and nodded at her, leaving only a faint smell of refreshing shampoo, and then he left proudly.
Yi Jiayi wiped the non-existent sweat on her forehead, reflecting on whether her performance just now was too exaggerated, and muttered softly: "Throwing a time traveler who has occupied the nest in the police station, isn't it sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth..."
When the man entered the police station, he met a middle-aged uniformed policeman, who smiled and greeted him "Fang Shazhan".
Fang Shazhan nodded in response and disappeared at the door of the police station. The middle-aged uniformed policeman stood at the door for a few seconds before slowly walking in, as if he was unwilling to go in and out with Fang Shazhan.
Shazhan is the team leader, which is a phonetic translation of his name.
The man who seemed to be bitten badly by mosquitoes is a plainclothes detective captain with the surname Fang.
Yi Jiayi racked her brains to capture information, and she felt that she was as smart as a detective.
She proudly carried her lunch box and hurried into the police station, then went to the locker room to change into her civilian police uniform.
What followed was a whole day of chores, printing documents, sending files for archiving, finding someone to fix a broken door or a malfunctioning air conditioner, scanning old files and uploading them to the intranet, and she would even be suddenly assigned to help a departmental team take orders and serve dishes. These were all trivial tasks that could not be neglected.
Although it sounded like doing chores, Yi Jiayi felt a sense of accomplishment. She always felt that the entire police station could operate normally thanks to her.
New people who have just entered society are always full of curiosity and enthusiasm for everything, and Yi Jiayi is in this situation now.
After adapting to the time travel, she began to get ready to make a big splash in her new life.
She was busy until about 3 p.m., when her 44-year-old elder sister Lu Wanyin pulled her to the window for afternoon tea.
Authentic Earl Grey tea, slightly bitter but sweet; Hong Kong-style egg tarts, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, sweet and delicious; and a handful of tender lotus seeds, fresh in the mouth.
"I don't know what went wrong again
. The serious crime team is busy inside and outside. It's so hot, they are suffering." Lu Wanyin turned on the air conditioner, peeled lotus seeds, and looked through the window at the police cars and detectives running around under the scorching sun. Happiness is all compared.
Yi Jiayi also turned her head and looked down. The detectives who were walking fast left a solemn shadow, making the hot air even more anxious.
Fortunately, fortunately she is a civilian police officer, she does not need to go out on the street, and does not need to come into contact with murderers and bad guys. She
can sit in the air-conditioned room through the window and drink tea leisurely.
Yi Jiayi held her chin and secretly glanced at Lu Wanyin who was drinking tea slowly, her heart full of gratitude.
Fortunately, Sister Yin led her, otherwise she really didn't know anything and how could she adapt so quickly.
Just when the little policewoman's heart was full of the world's kindness to her, the person sitting opposite her, the object of the little policewoman's gratitude, suddenly glanced at Yi Jiayi and secretly calculated this little follower who trusted her. From
where Lu Wanyin sat, she could see the people on the corridor by tilting her head.
From a distance, she saw the evil star Lin Wangjiu of the Serious Crime Unit B rushing over with a bitter face, and she knew that something bad was going to happen.
With a turn of her eyes, she thought of the police cars coming in and out just now, and roughly understood what was going on.
She stood up calmly, leaving a sentence "Jiayi, I'm going to the toilet. If someone comes to deliver files, just do what I teach you." She put a plastic-covered folder in front of Yi Jiayi, turned around and quickly slipped out of the back door.
Yi Jiayi was still thinking about thanking this and that, but Lin Wangjiu had already rushed in. He saw that Yi Jiayi's face was fresh and tender, and frowned and asked: "Where is Sister Yin?"
"I went to the toilet. Are you here to deliver files? Just give them to me." Yi Jiayi hurriedly took the newspaper to cover the table of delicious food and drinks, and answered obediently.
Lin Wangjiu glanced at her desk and saw the case integration file in front of her. He thought Sister Yin had already taught the newcomer this job, so he said:
"You take the file and follow me."
"?" What's the matter?
Yi Jiayi picked up the folder, took out a pen, and trotted to catch up with Lin Wangjiu.
The two walked through the corridor and went downstairs. The door of the bathroom was opened. Sister Yin fanned the non-existent toilet smell in front of her and walked back to the office leisurely.
The tea on the table was still hot, so she poured herself a cup. She
took a sip and ate the tea and snacks with the newspaper. From time to time, she reached out and tapped the newspaper page, whispering a few words, "Idiot, you wrote nonsense again."
...
When Yi Jiayi followed Lin Wangjiu down in circles, she thought she was just collecting documents or organizing files.
It was not until Lin Wangjiu handed her a mask and a hood and took her into a very different room. She
felt the air conditioning suddenly drop around her and saw people in white coats and masks, then she realized something was wrong.
Before she could fully realize what all this meant, she was already standing in a cold dark room. There
were many medical instruments around, and three or two plainclothes policemen were standing with their arms folded.
Lin Wangjiu left Yi Jiayi and stood beside a "bed", whispering to the sergeant in charge.
Yi Jiayi's eyes quickly swept over them, and then unconsciously fell on the "bed" and the doctor "performing surgery" around the bed...
A bolt of lightning struck her brain, and Yi Jiayi finally realized where she was, and that was certainly not a bed.
She didn't have time to cover her eyes, and the naked body spread out had already entered her retina.
The unsuspecting policewoman's hands and feet suddenly became cold, her face turned pale, and she was dizzy and her ears rang because of fear.
Before she could react physiologically, another sound suddenly rang in her ears, and the picture that appeared in front of her instantly covered the autopsy room.
At that moment, Yi Jiayi froze in place, and her soul seemed to be transported to another world -
she heard the wailing of the dead person being dissected, saw the face of the murderer, and watched the whole process of the murder.