The City Police Department was a scene of unprecedented hustle, people coming and going, everyone wishing they could use their feet as hands, but it still wasn't enough.
In the lobby below, inquiries rose above each other in volume, as if the belief was that loud voices could reduce irritation and depression, yet no one realized this was equally raising their own irritable emotions.
Wu Shuang stomped in from outside the police station in her tall boots, questioning how she had fallen so low—receiving a call early in the morning, rushing to a scene just to catch a few troublemaking punks? Was this what she, a special police officer, was meant for? Her anger flared.
"Take these people downstairs to record their statements first."
Handing over the people she brought back to her subordinates, she walked back to her office by herself. Her throat dry and irritated as if on fire, and the mountain of dossiers on the table made her want to escape.
