Reborn in 1995, Criminal Investigation Records

"Huh? Yangyang, why are you back so early today?" With a muffled click, the bedroom door opened, and Zhou Yang was seen on the sofa as soon as his mother, Cen Yingyue, and father, Zhou Zhenbang, entered.

"I'm off work early today!" Zhou Yang replied lazily. "Dad, did I skip work again today?"

"Hey, you brat, put your hooves down!" Zhou Zhenbang said, pointing at Zhou Yang's feet that were propped up on the coffee table, frowning.

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you yelling at your son? Help me out! Why are you taking your anger out on the child when you can't catch any fish!" Cen Yingyue poked her head out of the kitchen and yelled at Zhou Zhenbang.

"You're a police officer now, and you still have no manners. It's all because you spoiled you..." Zhou Zhenbang said, rolling up his sleeves and going into the kitchen.

"I spoiled him? Our son's been working hard for days, what's wrong with him taking a break? You can clean up in a bit. Your homemade bedding made the bathroom stink like that, didn't I say anything to you?"

"Mine is plant-based fermentation, a secret recipe I finally got from Old Li, but the effect is only so-so. Do you think he might have bought it from the market and brought it back just to annoy me..."

"How do you know they bought it from the market?" Hearing the argument coming from the kitchen, Zhou Yang's lips curled up slightly. He hadn't felt this warmth of home for many years. Perhaps this was the meaning of his rebirth!

This morning, the evidence was basically secured, so after finishing his early shift, Zhou Yang first ate a meal at home, and then started preparing bait with his father.

"Are you sure this will work? Beer and honey, have you even tried it?" Zhou Zhenbang, the father, asked Zhou Yang with a questioning look on his face as he squatted on a small stool.

"Don't worry, Dad, once it's done, you can go and bait the nest. Just wait for a great catch tomorrow! Help me roll up my sleeves a bit more!" Zhou Yang said, looking completely trusting.

Speaking of which, Zhou Yang worked in the provincial government in his previous life. Besides burying himself in cases and finding clues, his biggest hobby was fishing, and he was very familiar with several types of bait.

In this day and age, fishing bait is still traditional dough with a little sesame oil or thirteen-spice powder, and groundbait is simple corn and wheat bran. My method is a complete game-changer.

Seeing his confident expression, Zhou Zhenbang's eyes gleamed, as if he had already planned how, after getting the big shipment tomorrow, he would get lost and pass by Old Li, Old Zhang, and Old Wang's houses...

The next day, Zhou Yang got up very early and went for a run in shorts and a vest, a habit he had developed in his previous life. However, without headphones, music, or crosstalk to accompany him, he felt a little out of place.

He likes running because when he runs, his mind is exceptionally clear, allowing him to focus on one thing and think about it as much as he can, even letting his thoughts wander to some point.

The summer mornings of 95 were far from the bustling atmosphere of later years, with people mostly commuting to work by bicycle or bus.

Zhou Yang jogged along, reviewing the previous case.

In his memory, in just over a month, it would be a turning point in his and his master's fates, and he still remembers that case very clearly.

My running route runs along the Xiangjiang River. Although it's called a river, it's actually just a river that's a dozen meters wide. Xiangjiang Street gets its name from this river, and there are rows of weeping willows planted on both sides of the river.

The rising sun was not yet dazzling, and its light fell on the river surface, shattering into a shimmering ripple.

The willow branches drooped lazily, swaying slowly to the left and right in the wind. The air was filled with the slightly damp, grassy smell, mixed with a hint of dust warmed by the sun.

Suddenly, Zhou Yang saw a group of people gathered ahead, whispering and discussing something. He felt a sense of unease and slowly approached.

A girl wearing a blue and white school uniform was seen squatting beside an old locust tree with her knees drawn up to her chest, holding a schoolbag in her arms. In front of her, several bold red characters were written crookedly on a brick: "I'm lost. Please help me contact the police."

The other person had their head down, so their face couldn't be seen; all that could be seen was their high ponytail tied with a black rubber band.

"Whose child is this? They're quite clever!"

"Indeed, unlike my silly son, who only knows how to steal duck eggs to exchange for tokens at the arcade!"

"Nidan, how did you get lost? How did you end up here?"

......

A group of people surrounded the little girl, bombarding her with questions. The little girl simply said, head down, "Please help me contact the police!"

Zhou Yang first observed the area, then looked around, and finding no suspicious people, he slowly stepped forward.

"Young man, I'm from the Ning'an City Police Department. I went for a run this morning but didn't bring my police ID. Can I take you back to the station first, and then we can contact your family?"

After Zhou Yang finished speaking, the girl looked up and stared at him with a thoughtful expression in her large, clear eyes on her dirty face.

"Huh, you actually ran into the police?"

"Young man, are you really a police officer? What's your badge number?"

"Yeah, could they be human traffickers? Pshaw, look at my mouth! I'm just thinking about the girl's safety!"

Before the little girl could speak, several elderly men and women who had been crowding in front of her immediately surrounded Zhou Yang and bombarded him with questions.

"Sir, I'm a trainee police officer. I've only been with the station for six months and don't have my own badge number yet. I'll only be given one after I become a full-fledged officer!" Zhou Yang explained to the old man who had asked about his badge number.

"Then you say it is, but what if it's fake?" To be fair, the old man's awareness of fraud prevention is quite strong.

"How about this, sir? There should be a public phone near the Xiangjiang Hotel up ahead. I'll call the police station to verify it. What do you think?" Zhou Yang explained with a smile.

After all, his current attire doesn't quite match the public's perception of a police officer.

"No need for all that trouble!" A middle-aged woman next to him waved her hand dismissively. "Old Chu, weren't you just worshipping your cell phone? Just call and ask!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Everyone's eyes immediately turned to a well-dressed old man.

Most people who come out for a morning exercise or walk are wearing baggy shorts and sweaty vests, but this old man's clothes are particularly eye-catching.

His gray hair was combed back, gold-rimmed glasses sat on his nose, his white shirt was buttoned up tightly, the cuffs were rolled up to his forearms, revealing an old-fashioned steel watch on his wrist, his brown leather belt was buckled neatly, and he wore a pair of light blue trousers with straight iron creases.

Even Zhou Yang couldn't help but take a second look at this demeanor.

"Now you remember my old cell phone?" The old man raised his head slightly and walked arrogantly up to the old woman. "Who said I, with my slicked-back hair, could do the splits and that I was inspecting the masses with my glasses on?"

"Look, among all the factories in this area, Chu Gong's is the most stylish and well-groomed!" the older woman said with a smile, interrupting the conversation.

The old man gave a haughty snort and said in a deliberately serious tone, "What do you know? This is called decorum."

But he couldn't suppress a smile, and then picked up his mobile phone to dial: "By the way, young man, what's your name?"

"Zhou Yang! Zhou in Zhou Tian, ​​Yang with the hand radical! Municipal Criminal Investigation Team!" Zhou Yang said with a smile.

When the old man surnamed Chu heard about the criminal investigation team, he looked at Zhou Yang curiously again.

"Hello, is this the Ningjiang City Public Security Bureau? I'd like to ask if we have a colleague here named Zhou Yang? Zhou Tian... Yes, okay, no problem, no problem, just asking around..."

Just as the old man closed his mobile phone, he saw the little girl approach Zhou Yang and take out a dollar from her schoolbag, handing it to the old man.

"Oh, young lady, what are you doing?" The old man pushed up his glasses and looked at her with a smile.

"Grandpa, here's your phone bill money!"