Four big arrests, the classic resonance.

When the four high-ranking detectives clashed in the night room, the cold-faced trapper suddenly came close to her assassin's ear, with her hands on her waist, and her hands on her back, and her clothes on her back, and her clothes on her back, she ran into the corner, and her eyes blinked and she didn't push him away in the distance of breathing, and he looked down, and his finger pointed at her hair, and it became clear that the two identities and desires were drawn into candlelights, and the air seemed to break up at any time, like four of them.