"Murder! Murder!"

A scream broke the peace in the alley. People opened their windows and looked down. They could only see a man covered in blood rush out of the shop at the entrance and fall to the ground. The rain on him was dyed red extremely quickly.

He was followed by a man holding a kitchen knife. The man looked up at the surprised faces of his neighbors, silently dropped the knife, pulled out his phone, and dialed 110.

"Hello, 110, the police platform."

"Someone wounded someone with a weapon." Zhang Hao said quietly.

"What's the address?"

"No need. I will surrender myself to the head office."

Early in the morning of the next day, there was clear weather after the rain had stopped. Chen Shi couldn’t forget the taste of the meatball noodles and went there...