Chapter 6: Zhou Yi's Purpose
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Zhou Yi urgently needed to prove his innocence.
Although he had failed to save Du Xiaolin, the murderer was still at large.
Zhou Yi swore to himself that he would catch that bastard.
During the eight years before his rebirth, he worked diligently every day, like a machine, sorting through one dull, cold case file after another.
Sometimes, when idle, he would pull out those long-forgotten, dust-covered old case files, wipe off the dust, and clean the mold.
Over time, these old cases became his sole pastime and the only gains of those eight years.
He had nearly reviewed all the old case materials stored in the bureau, especially the unresolved criminal cases, which left a deep impression on him.
But at present, he was just a low-ranking police officer at the precinct. Even though he knew a lot of information, he had no authority to participate in solving such serious cases.
Therefore, the two men before him were crucial.
Especially the older officer—Zhou Yi was certain that he was a captain-level figure.
Captains at the city bureau held considerable influence over case assignments.
His true identity would eventually be uncovered, but before that, he needed to prove his innocence.
Moreover, he needed to demonstrate his value.
That was what truly mattered to him.
Hence, he showed no aggressive attitude or anxious emotions but maintained a sincere and calm demeanor to reduce their hostility toward him.
“Alright, then tell me—how do you prove your innocence?” the older officer asked with interest.
“Okay. I was supposed to be sleeping at home tonight, but because of a phone call…” Zhou Yi recounted the events of the evening in a calm, steady tone.
He explained how he went to his second uncle’s house, how he took his grandfather to the hospital, and what happened there.
Zhou Yi knew that all these could be verified with ample witness testimonies and physical evidence.
The only thing he concealed was the fact of his rebirth.
Seeing him speak clearly and composedly, the older officer’s expression softened slightly but remained highly vigilant.
“What time did you leave the hospital?”
“Half past midnight. The hospital security guard can confirm. I was riding a three-wheeled motorcycle, and since the main gate was closed, I specifically asked the guard to open it.”
“Where do you live?”
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“The Ergang dormitory, just behind the Ergang factory.”
“I know that,” the older officer nodded but asked skeptically, “But that direction isn’t the way to Ergang, is it?”
“It isn’t,” Zhou Yi replied. “Because I wasn’t going home.”
“Not going home? Then where were you headed?”
“To my second uncle’s house. It’s on Fengshou Road, east of Yigang. I borrowed the tricycle from my uncle’s neighbor and was going to return it for my dad.”
Zhou Yi’s explanation sounded reasonable; going from the hospital to his uncle’s house would indeed pass through Shangyang Alley.
But there was a flaw he couldn’t fully explain.
Sure enough, the older officer pressed: “Fengshou Road? That’s true, but Shangyang Alley is less than one and a half meters wide and pitch dark—hardly suitable for a tricycle to pass through. Don’t tell me you took the alley as a shortcut.”
“Besides, we found no tricycle or tire tracks inside the alley. Instead, there was a tricycle found by the bridge outside the alley. How do you explain that?”
This older officer’s intuition was incredibly sharp.
Yet, the very tricycle that had failed him earlier now, by a twist of fate, became his best excuse.
Zhou Yi quickly said, “That tricycle was mine, but it stalled after crossing the bridge. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t get it started. It was pitch black, and no one was around. I figured I’d go back to find my uncle for help, so I took the shortcut through Shangyang Alley.”
He added, “You can check that tricycle to verify what I’m saying.”
The older officer squinted and stared intently at Zhou Yi. They had examined the tricycle, and it was indeed stalled.
Regardless of whether it was an excuse, at least the logic held.
After a long pause, the older officer asked again, “What happened after you entered the alley?”
Zhou Yi recounted everything that happened in the alley in detail without omission.
Especially how, upon realizing Du Xiaolin might still be saved, he bandaged her wounds and fought with the murderer.
The junior officer couldn’t help but steal a glance at the older officer, because Zhou Yi’s account matched perfectly with the forensic findings.
The victim’s neck was bandaged, and the cloth used matched the torn fabric on Zhou Yi’s jacket.
Yet the older officer’s face was as calm and inscrutable as a deep well, betraying no emotion, like a mountain exuding immense pressure.
“You said just now the victim might have been a nurse in the emergency department at the Third Municipal Hospital?”
Zhou Yi nodded.
“Do you know the victim?”
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Zhou Yi shook his head. “No. But I saw her tonight. She even reminded me to pay the fees, so I remember her.”
Zhou Yi did not directly tell them that the victim was Du Xiaolin.
Because as a stranger he’d only met once, to accurately identify her and know her name under those circumstances would easily raise suspicion and complicate matters.
The best approach was to provide a clue for them to investigate.
It was effortless and natural.
Sure enough, the older officer immediately pressed for more details about when Zhou Yi encountered the victim in the hospital.
Then he turned to the junior officer and whispered, “Call the hospital right away. Verify the names of the nurses on the evening to midnight shift in the emergency department tonight, along with their contact information.”
The junior officer understood immediately, nodded, and left.
Once the junior officer left, only Zhou Yi and the older officer remained in the interrogation room, exchanging glances.
The older officer reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled pack of Da Qianmen soft-shell cigarettes, extending it toward Zhou Yi.
“Want a smoke?”
Zhou Yi shook his head and smiled, “No, thanks.”
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