You're just a locksmith! What are you doing catching swindlers at the start?

As Lin Zhou pushed open the door to leave, a chorus of cries for justice rose up behind him once more.

The blond-haired guy's voice was the loudest: "Officer, I really just came here to learn photography—"

Then came Lao Zhou's voice: "Besides lubricant, what else is in your camera bag?"

Yellow-haired guy: "...There's also an SD card, it's full of landscape photos, really!"

Then came a voice from who-knows-who: "What scenery were you photographing?"

The door closed behind Lin Zhou, shutting out all the sounds inside.

The night wind rushed towards me, as cold as a knife.

Lin Zhou stood at the entrance of the crescent moon and took a deep breath.

The pink neon lights were still flashing overhead, tracing the three characters "Crescent Moon" over and over again.

Three police cars were parked at the entrance, their blue and red lights spinning silently, turning the walls of the entire street into alternating red and blue hues.

He glanced down at the number of viewers in the live stream on his phone.

Number of viewers in the live stream: 12000.

A total of twelve thousand people.

The barrage of comments was so fast that it was impossible to see them clearly; it looked like a white river flowing upwards from the bottom of the screen.

He had to turn the barrage speed down to the slowest setting to barely be able to read a few of the comments.

"The lock-picking master has arrived!!!"

"A man who just survived a raid on a brothel"

"Anchor, you've made history. The first man to be arrested in a prostitution raid and still manage to prove his innocence."

"From today onwards, you are a legend in the live streaming world."

"Twelve thousand men, brothers, witness history!"

Lin Zhou held his phone up to his face, pointing the front-facing camera at his face.

The pink neon light reflected on half of his face, turning his pupils into a strange color.

"Brothers,"

He spoke, but his voice was slightly amplified by the night wind.

"I really just came here to fix the lock today."

A barrage of comments flooded in.

You'd better be.

We believed you every time you said that.

"I got a lock repair job, got caught in a prostitution raid, and conveniently had my online activity record broken."

"The daily life of a locksmith: repairing locks, going to jail, gaining followers, and continuing to repair locks."

Lin Zhou remained silent.

He shoved his phone into his pocket, leaving only a black screen and a barrage of question marks, then turned and walked along the road.

He put his phone back in his pocket and turned to walk along the road.

The blue and red police lights were gradually left behind.

The pink crescent-shaped sign grew farther and farther away, eventually shrinking into a tiny dot of light before disappearing into the winter night mist.

After walking two blocks, he hailed a taxi on the roadside.

The driver was a man in his fifties, and a late-night stand-up comedy program was playing on the radio.

He glanced at the spot where Lin Zhou got into the car, then at Lin Zhou's face, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"Young man, did you come from the Crescent Moon area?"

Lin Zhou leaned back in his seat, eyes closed, and said, "Mmm."

The driver paused for two seconds, then said in a tone of someone who'd been through it all, "That area was raided tonight, you know?"

"……Know."

"I made three trips, and five people escaped through the back door," the driver clicked his tongue twice. "You're the sixth."

Lin Zhou opened his eyes: "Master, I'm a locksmith."

The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror, his lips twitched, but he didn't say anything.

That expression was exactly the same as the one Lao Zhou had when he looked at him tonight.

Although the live stream was turned off, Lin Zhou could imagine that if the live stream were on right now, the screen would be filled with comments like "You better be".

It was almost midnight when I got back to my rented room.

Lin Zhou locked the door, kicked off his shoes, and lay back on the bed.

Then I walked home.

Lin Zhou sat on the edge of the bed, going over these things in his mind.

His lips twitched.

It's not a laugh.

I really did take a drag.

I went to the police station twice in one day.

No, strictly speaking, he went in voluntarily by calling the police once, and the other time the police broke down the door and trapped him inside.

I encountered two things related to "yellow" in one day.

One was a scene of group sex, and the other was a scene of a crackdown on prostitution.

He met the same policeman twice in one day, and both times the policeman looked at him as if he were looking at a creature he had never seen before.

What kind of situation is this?