If it were in the past...
Every time they come out, they catch a dozen or so petty thieves.
But as time went on...
They are catching fewer and fewer petty thieves.
It started with a few dozen, then a dozen or so.
Then two or three more came, until finally none remained.
This directly reduced their workload to a minimum.
Even they themselves felt that they no longer needed to attend work.
Because there's absolutely no petty theft or anything like that here.
"Hey, where have all these thieves gone?"
Su Hang couldn't help but sigh.
Since the last missing person case was solved.
His life became incredibly mundane.
My hands are itching to do something every day, but I don't know what to do.
Thinking that if there were no cases to solve, at least he should catch a few thieves to practice his skills.
But what was the result?
He either caught all the thieves.
They either knew this place was off-limits to them and chose to retire from their criminal activities, or they fled to other places.
This made Su Hang feel as if he had become useless.
Every day, my duty involves simply standing there and watching.
He found these dull days very difficult to adjust to.
"Hey, Xiaohang, don't think about it so much!"
Zhou Hong patted Su Hang on the shoulder and said,
"People live in peace and contentment, no one picks up lost items on the road, and doors are left unlocked at night—isn't this the scene we've been longing for!"
"If every day were like these past few days, that would be truly wonderful."
Upon hearing Zhou Hong's words, Su Hang immediately nodded and smiled:
"yes!"
"A peaceful and prosperous life where everyone can live together in harmony is indeed a scene we are very happy to see."
This is the scene that every police officer has in mind.
However, this is obviously impossible.
Although things are calm here, it's not so certain elsewhere.
They treat police and criminals like pencils and erasers.
If the pencil makes a mistake, then the eraser has to play its part.
If you don't want to use an eraser, then you have to make sure the pencil doesn't make any mistakes.
But how could a pencil not make mistakes!
Just as the two were expressing their feelings.
Su Hang's phone suddenly rang.
He picked up his phone and glanced at the caller ID.
It turned out that the call was from Tang Jingshan.
Upon seeing this, he knew that work had come his way.
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