My Soul Traveled Through America and I Became a Detective?

Thirty-nine-year-old detective Yang Zheng died on a rainy night. When he opened his eyes again, he became the 24-year-old US patrolman Ethan Young. I am fifteen years younger, my waist no longer hurts, I can speak English, and I have a gun. The only problem was—I still owed more than $6,000 on my credit card. There is no system, no superpowers. What Yang Zheng can bring to the United States is only fifteen years of experience. Others watch surveillance, check fingerprints, and wait for lab reports. He prefers to ask a very simple question first: What should a normal person do if this happens? For a body that was supposed to die at nine-twenty, why had the courier delivered at nine-thirty-one been opened? An engineer who stole more than 18,000 company documents, why didn't he steal the most important one? In a case where all the evidence points to a "leak", what if the leak never happened? From street shootings to corporate investigations, from ordinary patrol officers to real criminal police, Yang Zheng also gradually discovered that the real problem for the American police is not just "who did it." You know he is guilty and you can legally prove his guilt are two different things. And as the cases were uncovered one by one, he began to see things on the other side of the ocean that should never have appeared again. A name. An account. A case file that he had already seen once. The car accident on a rainy night that brought him to the United States may have never been an accident.