After listening to the recording, the car fell into a brief silence. That frantic, collapsing string of “I knew it” sent chills down the back, like something furry crawling its way into the pores, an itch that was almost unbearable. Half a minute later, Cheng Guang let out a breath, scratching at the goosebumps on… Continue reading Tricked 020: Phone Call

He Qingguang really felt sorry for himself. At his age, not only did he have to guard the doors of the Bureau, now he even had to shamelessly ask his junior apprentice for his own stuff. If it were Cheng Guang, that’d be fine—Cheng Guang was timid, not too bright, and extremely respectful to elders.… Continue reading Tricked 019: Second Round