"Are you really going?"

I floated in the hallway, watching Xie Jiasen put on his coat and tie his shoes.

Unexpectedly, certain fragmented memories suddenly surged in my mind.

In the windowless basement, I lay on the ground covered in blood, my clothes already tattered.

As soon as I thought of these things, I quickly blocked the doorway, saying, "Xie Jiasen, you better not go."

But he couldn't hear me.

The next moment, he passed through my transparent body.

I instinctively followed, calling out, "Xie Jiasen!"

Pausing for a moment, I looked down at my own feet.

I had actually drifted into the corridor.

...

I sat in the passenger seat next to Xie Jiasen as I used to.

He turned the steering wheel with one hand, and the car entered a street.

"Xie Jiasen, do you remember this street?"

I turned my head and looked at the roadside sign.

It was like a telepathic connection.

At the same time, Xie Jiasen tilted his head slightly and glanced through the gap in the car window at the sign that read "Guanhai Street."

He said to himself, "Shen Zhi, back then, you intentionally approached me on this street."

I immediately retorted, "You're talking nonsense!"

One summer day four years ago.

The team received a phone call reporting a robbery on the street.

I was excited because it was the first time my master took me, a fresh graduate, to chase a thief.

Unfortunately, the thief ran too fast and disappeared in the bustling city in the blink of an eye.

My master suggested splitting up, letting me circle around to Guanhai Street to intercept the thief.

Panting heavily, I stood at the highest point on the street.

Suddenly, a man appeared in my line of sight.

He was dressed in gray clothes and blue jeans, just like the thief earlier.

So, without hesitation, I ran up behind him, grabbed his collar, and executed a skilled shoulder throw:

"You dare to run! Hand over your wallet!"

To prevent the thief from escaping again, I took out handcuffs and handcuffed his left hand to my right hand.

However, when the man sitting on the ground raised his head, I was stunned.

Neat short hair, clean face, and a scar beneath the tail of his right eyebrow.

Finally coming back to my senses, I frantically searched for the keys with my other hand.

But the pocket where the keys were supposed to be was empty.

I murmured softly, "It's over."

Another self-review to write.

Finally, Xie Jiasen stood at the entrance of the police station, holding my handwritten self-review of 10,000 words.

When he turned to look at me, there was a smile in his eyes.

"Officer, if you wanted to strike up a conversation with me, you didn't have to resort to this method, right? It hurts."

I angrily turned and walked away.

However, Xie Jiasen behind me spoke again, "Officer!"

"Will we meet again?"