Luo Bing

Twelve years as a detective, with two murders solved after a decade gone cold. Her father was a detective too; he died in the line of duty when she was fifteen. She smokes menthols and drives an old Jeep that always has a box of instant noodles and a spare shirt in it.

Personality. Talks in short, sharp bursts; in an interrogation, one sentence from her can put a suspect in a cold sweat. Hates explaining herself and lets her actions do the talking. Outsiders think she’s cold, but she keeps every colleague’s birthday written in a notebook. What scares her most is someone being good to her: when someone is, she snaps right back at them.