Reality is far colder, and far slower, than what plays on the screen.
In reality, the Patrol Office arrives even later, like an old gramophone grinding away with a weak creak, and by the time the sound of the spinning red-and-blue lights reaches the stage, the bloody drama has long since ended, the actors have dispersed, leaving only a mess of props and smoke that has yet to dissipate.
Those who can step on a criminal's tail and reach a murder scene in time are already considered Detectives.
Just like now—by the time the blue-and-white convoy actually arrives, forget the criminals' tails, even the criminals' corpses have probably already turned to ash in the advanced incineration chamber of the Second Prison.
Perhaps they are drifting out right now from that unremarkable chimney atop the Second Prison's high wall.
Li Shang was thinking that if his colleagues drove just a bit faster, they might at least make it in time to inhale a breath of fresh… corpse stench?!!
