Registro de Humanos Anormais

My name is Hao Zheng, and I work in logistics for the Criminal Investigation Unit of Jiangyuan District. Every day, my duties mostly involve organizing documents and assisting my colleagues as needed. In simple terms, I’m the police department’s gofer.

It’s been seven years since I graduated from the police academy. Among my classmates, some have earned first-class or second-class merits, and others have risen to positions like squad leader or deputy captain. As for me, I reckon I’ll probably stay in the administrative department until retirement. That’s why, although I haven’t left the alumni group chat, I avoid our annual reunions whenever I can.

I wasn’t always in logistics. Our captain, You Feng, once had high hopes for me. But he later realized I wasn’t quite up to the task.

That was about six months and ten days after I joined the force. Captain You assigned me and a colleague to investigate the scene of a recent homicide.

My partner was Xu Zhibin, who had just completed his first year on the force. If the school had a heartthrob, then he was the team’s standout. His eyes were large and clear, with a slight downward tilt at the corners. When he looked at you, it was like a puppy’s gaze—simple and joyful. His skin had a sun-kissed hue, his nose was fairly prominent, and his sharply defined features gave him a rugged, determined look. His lips were thin—there’s an old saying that thin lips bring misfortune.

In short, despite his youth, he radiated masculine energy mixed with the innocence of his age—a compelling contrast that easily caug