Ji Yao, the criminal investigation team leader, came home from work and knocked on the door of his new neighbour’s house. “Doctor, I broke the skin on my finger, and it hurts so much!” Han Xi: “Sorry, police officer, forensic doctors only see dead people.” Ji Yao leaned against the door and said, “I’m dead.” Han Xi quietly watched him act: “Cause of death?” Ji Yao smiled playfully. “Seduced to death by a certain beauty.” Han Xi slammed the door. “Get out!” One day, a long time later, he stood in front of her, and with a bang, a bullet hit his chest. His breath was weak, but his smile was gentle. “It doesn’t hurt, and I can’t die. Don’t cry.”