Why do people hate going to school or work?
Xiao Yang had figured it out.
One of the most soul-crushing reasons—
You can't poop or pee in peace.
After finally answering nature's call, he let out a long, satisfied sigh.
Standing at the sink, he looked up at the mirror.
Same face.
Exactly the same body as his past life.
No DNA test needed—he just knew everything was identical.
The guy who died here… was him in a parallel world.
> "So I'm really going to keep living as 'Xiao Yang,' huh?"
He smirked bitterly.
"Fine. Then let's live, damn it."
He adjusted his mindset and stepped out of the bathroom—
Only to see Chu Dongchan standing outside…
Along with three senior officers and four captains in full uniform.
"Whoa—" Xiao Yang grinned.
"All this for a bathroom break? You guys didn't have to form a welcome squad."
Everyone: …
Hey kid, has anyone ever told you you're really punchable?
"Just kidding."
Xiao Yang flashed a bright, sunny smile.
Handsome. Cheerful. Confident.
He radiated that pure, unfiltered young man energy.
"I'm gonna head home and get some rest. You've seen the bandages—I'm hurting all over."
He faked cluelessness, eyes wide.
"Unless… there's something else?"
Silence.
Chu Dongchan looked at him for a long moment.
In the depths of her cool, post-rainstorm eyes, a flicker of amusement stirred.
One officer in a crisp white shirt stepped forward, smiling.
> "Your name's Xiao Yang, right? From the capital.
Graduated from Liaoning Police Academy.
Father's name… Xiao Jianhua?"
Xiao Yang chuckled.
"What is this, sir? A background check?"
The white-shirt officer laughed too.
"You come from a family of cops. Went to police school yourself.
Bet you always dreamed of becoming an officer, right?"
He continued:
> "How about this—an offer.
No exams. No interviews.
Straight into a special recruitment track.
You might even rack up some commendations.
Interested?"
Straight-up cheat code.
Xiao Yang's smile twitched.
Yeah, sure. On paper, that's a fat slice of cake.
Government job. Iron rice bowl.
But let's be real—
Police work means high risks, constant danger.
People die on the job.
And he was a transmigrator. With a system. A golden finger.
Anyone with half a brain would never choose to risk their life daily.
After dying once, Xiao Yang had only one goal:
Live well. Even if that means living quietly.
> "Who says going to police school means I have to be a cop?"
He stared straight at the senior officer, whose smile froze.
> "Sorry. Not interested."
The air went dead silent.
Chu Dongchan's eyes darkened.
This whole trip to Bincheng had been a joke.
She was on leave. Her parents had arranged the blind date.
She'd intended to go through the motions, then return to base.
She'd already made peace with being alone—
Well, her and her team. Her unit.
Her plan was: meet the guy, fake polite, go home. Done.
But then, terror struck.
And that blind date… got taken hostage.
Her parents were friends with his parents. She couldn't ignore it.
So she made a call. Used her military channels. Pulled strings.
Yes—she had come to save him.
And now?
She was wondering if she'd saved the wrong person.
She didn't even feel like going through the motions anymore.
Just as the awkward silence reached its peak, Xiao Yang spoke again.
> "Let's not talk about joining the force. I know why you're really here."
> "One: I was the first to figure out the terror attack was a decoy.
That their real target was the criminal division HQ."
> "Two: You're out of leads.
You don't know what the hell they were after.
And then someone remembered me."
> "You think I'm smart, maybe useful.
So now you're hoping I can be your magic tool.
Am I wrong?"
> "It's fine. I want to find the bastard behind this, too."
"After all—you guys beat me up. I can't just let that slide."
People only dare defy power when they have nothing to lose.
He didn't want the job.
He didn't need favors.
They couldn't control him.
Use him? Fine.
Work together.
Don't?
Then he walks. No regrets.
But was it really that simple?
Even after crossing worlds, Xiao Yang's sense of justice hadn't disappeared.
Revenge was one thing.
But how many men didn't secretly dream of being the guy who takes down criminals?
Protects the innocent?
Xiao Yang was resisting that temptation.
Because he knew—once you take that first step, you're in for life.
> "So… you've already found something?"
The white-shirted officer's eyes sparkled with interest.
They were trying to gamble on him.
Because Xiao Yang's deduction ability had blown them away.
Everyone missed the bait-and-switch.
He spotted it.
No one guessed the criminal HQ was the true target.
He figured it out.
At this point, even if they didn't say it aloud—
They were betting on this kid.
And yes, some people did want to give him a contribution.
Maybe as a favor to his family.
> "Honestly, anything I figured out, you probably did too."
Xiao Yang stayed humble.
He never claimed to be a genius.
These seasoned officers could solve cases with their eyes closed.
> "You've probably noticed plenty of strange things."
> "No deaths. No damage. Nothing stolen.
But they went to all this trouble—staged a terror attack—for what?"
> "There's an old saying online:
When profit hits 50%, people will take risks.
When it hits 100%, they'll break the law.
And at 500%—they'll risk their lives, even others' lives."
> "They broke laws and ignored life.
Whatever they were after… had to be terrifyingly valuable."
Then came the real kicker:
> "Here's the funny part—what could be in a criminal division building
that's worth all this?"
The officers nodded.
It was exactly what they'd all been thinking.
Why target a police unit?
What was worth that level of risk?
All eyes turned to Xiao Yang again.
Even Chu Dongchan, who had been ready to leave, looked back at him.
Curious.
> "There's only one possibility left," Xiao Yang said.
> "Someone at HQ stumbled on something—probably by accident."
> "Something that looked ordinary, unimportant…"
> "But in reality—was worth a fortune. Enough to spark all this."
That sounded vague. Obvious.
And yes, some of them had already considered it.
But then—Xiao Yang dropped the hammer:
> "Are we even sure something was taken?"
That one sentence struck like lightning.
Everyone froze.
The investigators had combed the building top to bottom.
Nothing seemed missing.
Isn't that strange?