Renascido em 97, Resolvo Casos Sem Solução na Delegacia Municipal

“Zhou Yi, wake up, something’s happened!”

In a daze, he heard someone calling his name.

It sounded like his mother’s voice.

“Hurry up and get out of bed. Your second uncle just called—he said your grandfather is in critical condition.”

Grandfather?

Wait a minute, hadn’t his grandfather passed away more than twenty years ago?

Zhou Yi jolted awake, his eyes snapping open.

Where was he? Why did this place look so familiar?

Pale green walls, old-fashioned cabinets and a sewing machine, a giant world map hanging on the wall.

He was lying on a narrow, steel-framed bed. Next to his pillow stood a large tape recorder, the cassette quietly spinning inside.

From the speaker, Ren Xianqi’s gentle singing floated through the room.

“You’re always too soft-hearted…”

Wasn’t this the steel mill dormitory where he’d lived as a child?

Hadn’t it been torn down over a decade ago?

What on earth was happening?

Zhou Yi sat up abruptly.

“Mom?”

He called out in disbelief, for the woman before him was unmistakably his mother, just as she’d looked in her middle years.

She gave him a sharp look. “Stop dawdling—your dad’s so worried he’s about to lose it.”

“Mom, is it really you?” Zhou Yi couldn’t help but ask again.

His mother frowned. “What’s the matter with you, did you get up on the wrong side of the bed?”

As she spoke, she reached out and touched his forehead. Zhou Yi felt a warmth that was both familiar and real.

He wasn’t dreaming!

“No fever,” she muttered,