I Was Reborn as a Policeman in the Ming Dynasty

When the sharpness of the siren was replaced by the sound of horse hooves, when the cold holster was replaced by a rusty waist knife, Zhao Ping'an, a detective who has adhered to the word "good guy" for thirty years, fell into the market of a thousand years ago in the white light of a jewelry store robbery. He used to be a criminal policeman chasing murderers on the streets of Beijing, but now he is an inconspicuous police officer in Yingtian Mansion. His identity has changed, and the coarse cloth on his body has been polished until it becomes hairy, but the scar on his brow bone from chasing a thief is still there, and his mother's advice to "let the wronged person raise his head and speak" is still there. Facing the powerful slaves who robbed people's houses, and watching the old man whose rations were trampled, he tightened his grip on the knife at his waist - just like he had tightened his hand on the gun. Modern criminal investigation methods are no longer available, but the meticulousness of the investigation and the stubbornness of the guardian have not changed at all. In this era without surveillance and lawlessness, he must use a rusty knife and a solid heart to carve the four words "justice" into the lines of the bluestone. After all, the appearance of a good person has never been different from the past to the present; the weight of justice is the same in every dynasty and in every generation.