Zhang Zhengyu is dead.
He died on his 50th birthday at his post as deputy detachment leader of Yankang City Public Security Bureau.
There was no memorial service, no first-class merit, just a cold "killed in the line of duty" notice.
The person crying beside the bed was his wife who had been neglected for twenty years.
When he opened his eyes again, he returned to the year 2000.
He was still the 26-year-old policeman at the police station. He was squeezed out by the deputy director, called "Old Zhang" by his colleagues, and his salary was not enough to pay the rent.
But in his mind, there are files of every major case in Yankang City in the next twenty years.
