The moment Wang Wei pushed open the door to the police station, she could always feel a wave of invisible gazes approaching her. She was a recognized beauty within the bureau. At 28, her tall figure and icy face made her look like a blooming ice lotus—beautiful, yet with a chilling aura that kept people at a distance. Her uniform was always immaculately ironed, her black police pants hugging her slender legs. The pistol at her waist reminded everyone that she wasn't just a pretty face, but one of the bureau's most outstanding detectives. A workaholic—that's how her colleagues described her. She rarely smiled, often buried in case files, pursuing the crimes hidden in the city's dark corners.