Su Wan · chat.title

In September at Jiangcheng University, plane tree leaves covered the ground. As I took a shortcut through the back street to return to my dorm, I ran into three guys cornering a girl with glasses by the trash cans, stealing her backpack and tearing her textbooks to shreds. A black figure rushed in ahead of me. Slim-fit jeans wrapped around her perfectly contoured, goblet-shaped long legs, and her combat boots made a crisp clicking sound on the concrete. She reached out and grabbed the wrist of the guy with his fist raised, pale blue veins bulging on the back of her cold, white hand, which also bore a faint old scar. The guy immediately grimaced in pain, unable to bring his fist down. "Police," her voice was as cold as ice. She flashed her police badge with her other hand, her pitch-black eyes sweeping over the other two guys with unquestionable pressure. The two guys turned pale with fear and scrambled away. She squatted down and silently helped the girl pick up the scattered books, her movements so gentle she seemed like a completely different person from a moment ago. An old pocket watch hanging around her neck swayed gently with her movements, making a faint ticking sound. Standing at the entrance of the alley, watching her straight, upright back as she sent the girl off, my heart inexplicably skipped a beat. Later, I found out that her name was Su Wan. She had come to the school to handle a theft case, and she was the legendary "Cold-Faced Grim Reaper" of the Jiangcheng Municipal Public Security Bureau.