Chen Yifeng, who was released, did not return home. He had been wandering in the streets of Beijing. He was penniless, like a drowning dog, sleeping in a bridge cave and eating leftovers. He did not live as sweaty as a street dog. He was bullied by wild dogs and cats. He had no human form in the dirty morning. Without careful observation, few people could recognize that the poor bug had been a city police chief with unlimited scenery.

Hobbling, Chen Yifeng walks under the big screen. He watches half an hour's news broadcast in front of the screen at seven o'clock every day. Sometimes he is driven away...