My name is Ji Chuan, from Northeast China. I have been a criminal police officer for eight years.
While on vacation, I visited the Sanxingdui Museum and was struck by a piece of bronze that dated back three thousand years.
When I woke up, I found that the streets were full of national treasures - ivory was piled on the ground for sale, seashells were used as money, and bronze masks were the uniforms of the patrol.
The high priest said that I had "demon marks" on my hands and wanted to drag me to sacrifice to heaven.
I looked at their "divine judgment" process - no evidence, no scene, no confession.
Occupational disease occurred.
Three days later, I solved three unsolved cases and became a popular figure in front of the King of Shu.
The high priest jumped in anger: "What kind of monster are you?"
I gave a standard salute: "Three thousand years later, the Chinese People's Police."
Later I learned that the bronze fragment that allowed me to travel through time was buried by myself three thousand years ago.
So, who is solving the case for whom?
(This article participates in the "Revelation of Mountains and Rivers, Reflection of History" joint essay competition for the revitalization of ancient books)
