Reborn in 97, I solved a cold case at the Municipal Bureau

Chapter 547 Life and death are preordained, wealth and honor are determined by fate (Monthly ticket lottery)
This unexpected turn of events prompted Zhou Yi to immediately open the door and jump out of the car.

Shen Jiale was taken aback, and quickly got out of the car to chase after them.

After navigating through the long traffic jam, Zhou Yi saw a crowd gathered in the middle of the road ahead.

He immediately held up his identification and shouted, "Make way, make way, I'm a police officer."

"Hey, the police are here! Make way, make way!"

The crowd automatically parted to make way, and Zhou Yi immediately saw a man lying on the road ahead, with a pool of blood beneath his body.

Zhou Yi immediately ran over, turned the person over, and checked the situation.

Then he discovered that the man was still alive, not dead!

At this moment, Shen Jiale also ran over, and Zhou Yi immediately threw his phone to him so he could call an ambulance.

Then, while dispersing the people around to allow the injured person to breathe fresh air, they checked the extent of the injuries.

The injured person was a young man. Judging from his clothes and appearance, he was dressed smartly and had the most fashionable dyed hair, so he should be a rich person.

The wound is on the right side of the abdomen, and the bleeding is heavy, most likely a puncture wound.

Zhou Yi tried to press on the wound to stop the bleeding, but the situation was worse than he had imagined, with blood gushing out.

With nothing else available, Zhou Yi could only take off his short-sleeved shirt and, shirtless, apply pressure to stop the bleeding.

At the same time, keep calling out to the other person to keep them conscious, because rapid blood loss can easily lead to shock, and personal willpower is also crucial at this time.

Fortunately, the injury was to the abdomen, unlike Du Xiaolin's injury, which involved a major artery and was beyond saving.

Shen Jiale was too young and his adaptability was average. After making the call, he stood there blankly, somewhat at a loss.

Zhou Yi instructed him to quickly disperse the crowd and direct the congested vehicles to detour, ensuring that traffic would be normal by the time the ambulance arrived.

At the same time, he was instructed to call for backup, as the scene needed to be cordoned off and witnesses needed to be questioned.

Upon hearing this, Shen Jiale's previously confused mind immediately cleared up, and he immediately did as Zhou Yi said, while at the same time admiring Zhou Yi even more.

I admire Zhou Yi for remaining so calm under pressure.

Soon, the ambulance arrived with sirens blaring. Thanks to Zhou Yi's prior instructions to Shen Jiale to clear the traffic, the ambulance arrived smoothly and without any obstruction.

Zhou Yi got into the ambulance, leaving Shen Jiale at the scene.

In the ambulance, when the paramedics learned that the shirtless man was a police officer, they immediately gave him a white T-shirt with volunteer activity printed on it.

Because he was a police officer, the emergency responders did not need to call the police again.

Otherwise, in such a situation, the first thing emergency responders should do is call the police.

Zhou Yi checked the injured man's pockets and pulled out a bunch of things.

A brand-new mobile phone, half a pack of imported cigarettes, and a wallet that looked very expensive with over a thousand yuan in cash inside.

There was no ID card, but there was a driver's license with a photo of the injured person.

The injured man is only twenty years old and his name is Wang Xinkai.

Zhou Yi then opened Wang Xinkai's phone, accessed the contacts, and found a note at the top labeled "Dad".

They immediately dialed the number.

After the phone rang a few times, a man's voice came through: "I'm in a meeting, what's up?"

His voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Are you Wang Xinkai's father?"

Upon hearing this, the person on the other end immediately asked in a hostile tone, "Who are you? What have you done to my son?"

"Don't be nervous, I'm a police officer."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the voice on the other end of the line grew even louder.

"Police? What did this brat do?"

Zhou Yi frowned slightly and glanced at the unconscious Wang Xinkai in front of him. Judging from his father's tone, this man might not be a kind person.

“Mr. Wang, your son has been stabbed and is lying on the road. I just happened to be passing by and found him. We are now in an ambulance and are on our way to…” Zhou Yi said, looking up at the paramedics beside him for a question.

"The First Central Hospital of the city," the emergency personnel replied quietly.

"Yes, we are on our way to Wuguang City First Central Hospital for emergency treatment. Please have your family members go there as soon as possible."

Only then did the hostility on the other end disappear, replaced by a tense question: "How...how could this be...who wants to kill my son..."

"The perpetrator was not found at the scene, and we are still investigating the specific circumstances. Your family members should come to the hospital first."

"Okay, thank you. His mother and I will be there right away."

After hanging up the phone, the ambulance siren grew louder and louder.

……

Zhou Yi stood guard outside the emergency room door; Wang Xinkai had already been taken inside for emergency treatment.

At the same time, he searched his mind for the name, because when he saw it, it seemed somewhat familiar.

But I couldn't remember where I'd seen it before.

It is certain that he is not one of the victims of the murders that will occur in the next four months.

However, the stabbing of Wang Xinkai in the street has absolutely nothing to do with the impact of Zhou Yi.

So there's only one possibility: the stabbing incident in the previous life also happened.

But the person didn't die in the previous life, so the case file didn't include the murder case.

If the victim is not dead, and the suspect surrenders himself to the police, the case will be classified as intentional injury at the very least, and attempted murder at the worst.

Only when the suspect's motives are malicious, the methods are cruel, and the consequences are extremely serious, will it be considered intentional homicide.

In other words, even if I don't help myself, there should be kind-hearted people who will call 120 (emergency services) and the police.

But since I've already encountered this situation, there's no reason not to help.

Thinking of this, he felt much more at ease; at least the young man wouldn't die.

I just can't remember the name Wang Xinkai for the time being.

Soon, a group of people rushed toward the emergency room. The man in the lead had a slicked-back hairstyle and was wearing a black crocodile polo shirt.

Behind him stood a woman in an elegant dress, with exquisite makeup, high heels, and carrying a designer handbag.

As for the others, they were all burly men, who looked like they were henchmen or bodyguards.

The man and woman looked anxious. Before they even arrived, the woman shouted, "Where's my son? Where's my Xiao Kai?"

The man spotted Zhou Yi immediately, because he was the only one waiting at the emergency room entrance.

However, Zhou Yi was wearing a volunteer's uniform, which made the man feel embarrassed at first glance, and then he became arrogant upon second glance.

Zhou Yi stepped forward and asked, "Are you Wang Xinkai's family members?"

The woman replied, "Yes, I am Wang Xinkai's mother. How is my son? How is he?"

"He's already been taken in for emergency treatment. We'll have to wait for the doctor in charge to come out to find out the specifics, but don't worry, your son will definitely pull through."

The man with the slicked-back hair sized up Zhou Yi and asked, "Are you a volunteer at the hospital? Call a doctor over; I need to ask him some questions."

"Hey," Zhou Yi thought to himself, "what a boastful tone."

Although this couple clearly looks wealthy, public hospitals aren't places where you can just boss people around because you have money.

However, given that the other party was a family member of the victim, Zhou Yi calmly said, "Mr. Wang, right? I'm sorry, I'm not a volunteer from the hospital. I'm the police officer who spoke to you on the phone earlier."

He flashed his badge and said, "Zhou Yi, Criminal Investigation Division, Municipal Public Security Bureau."

Upon hearing the words "City Public Security Bureau Criminal Investigation Detachment," a flicker of surprise flashed in the man's eyes.

He looked Zhou Yi up and down again, then asked with a hint of doubt, "Officer Zhou, why... are you wearing a hospital volunteer's uniform?"

“When I found your son, his wound was bleeding quite badly, so I took off my clothes to press on the wound to stop the bleeding,” Zhou Yi said, pulling at his T-shirt. “The hospital staff gave me this because they saw I was shirtless.” Upon hearing this, the man’s brows immediately relaxed, and he extended his hand, saying, “Officer Zhou, hello. I am Wang Mingyi, the chairman of Shanhai Group. You may have heard of me.”

Zhou Yi immediately shook his head and said, "No."

Wang Mingyi was stunned for a moment, and looked at Zhou Yi with an incredulous look.

Zhou Yi also thought this person was far too narcissistic. How come I've heard of you before? Who are you?

"Oh, right." Zhou Yi took out something and stuffed it into Wang Mingyi's hand, saying, "These are the things I found on your son: a cell phone, a wallet, and a pack of cigarettes. Please check them."

"By the way, there was originally over 1,600 yuan in cash inside. I used 1,000 yuan of it to pay for the emergency treatment. Please check the rest."

Wang Mingyi didn't even glance at the things in his hands, but simply gave a wink to his attendant, who immediately took everything from him.

"Officer Zhou, where was my son stabbed?" Wang Mingyi asked.

"We found him on Xinkang Road, but my colleagues are still investigating the specifics. The family can apply to our police station through a lawyer to learn about the progress of the case." Needless to say, wealthy people like him certainly don't lack lawyers.

Wang Mingyi nodded: "Please make sure you catch the murderer!"

"Of course, this is simply our duty as police officers."

At that moment, the emergency room door opened, and a medical worker came out and asked, "Who is Wang Xinkai's family member?"

Mr. and Mrs. Wang Mingyi immediately went to greet him and anxiously asked how he was and whether he had been saved.
However, the medical staff told them that the patient had been stabbed in the abdomen, and the wound had pierced through the body, cutting the patient's large intestine. The excrement inside the large intestine had leaked out, causing an abdominal infection. The situation was very dangerous, and an immediate abdominal surgery was needed. Therefore, they needed to sign a consent form and pay money.

Upon hearing this, Wang Mingyi's expression changed drastically, and his wife was so frightened that her legs went weak and she almost collapsed to the ground.

Fortunately, her husband caught her, and a group of followers immediately rushed forward.

"Doctor, it doesn't matter how much it costs, you must do everything you can to save my son," Wang Mingyi said, his eyes red.

"Then come over and sign this with me."

"well."

Zhou Yi watched as Wang Mingyi went with the medical staff to sign the papers, ignoring his crying wife.

He walked over and said, "Mrs. Wang, don't worry, your son will be fine, trust me."

The lady glanced at him, nodded, and said thank you.

Even if this young man doesn't die, he'll probably suffer a lot from this ordeal.

It was really bad luck; the knife actually punctured his intestines. The good news is that no internal organs were damaged, but the bad news is that having a belly full of feces can easily lead to infection.

After signing the document, Wang Mingyi returned and comforted his wife for a while.

Then, he walked up to Zhou Yi and extended his hand.

But the hand wasn't reaching out to Zhou Yi; it was reaching out to his henchman.

The henchman immediately opened his briefcase and took out a wad of cash, which looked to be at least ten thousand.

Then he respectfully handed it to Wang Mingyi with both hands.

Wang Mingyi took the money and said, "Officer Zhou, I just asked the doctor, and they said my son was brought in very timely. If it had been any later, the infection might have been out of control. Whether my son lives or dies today, I, Wang, will remember this kindness. If he doesn't survive today, that's his fate, and he can't blame anyone else."

These words surprised Zhou Yi. To be able to say such a calm and composed thing as "life and death are preordained, wealth and honor are determined by fate" when faced with the life and death of his son shows that his title as chairman is not just for show, and he does have a certain level of composure.

"This money is my way of thanking you, because my son ruined one of your clothes. Consider it compensation."

Zhou Yi looked at the middle-aged man with slicked-back hair, then at the wad of money in his hand. Although he was expressing his gratitude, his attitude was much more sincere than before.

But Zhou Yi still sensed an arrogance, a contemptuous arrogance that prioritized money above all else.

"Wait a minute," Zhou Yi said, starting to reach into his pocket.

Then he took out his wallet, opened it, and counted out sixty yuan.

Then, to Wang Mingyi's astonishment, he took the top hundred-yuan bill from the stack of money in his hand and put the sixty yuan he had just counted out on top of it.

Zhou Yi smiled faintly and said, "Mr. Wang, saving your son is what I should do as a police officer. Although the situation may be quite dangerous right now, I believe your son will be able to pull through. As for the thank-you fee, I cannot accept it; if I did, both of us would be breaking the law."

"But I did lose a piece of clothing, and I doubt the bureau will reimburse me for it, so I'll just accept the forty yuan without any qualms."

As Zhou Yi spoke, he stuffed the hundred-yuan bill into his wallet.

Wang Mingyi immediately understood his meaning, and without saying anything more, handed the remaining money to his follower.

Then he nodded and said, "Officer Zhou, if you ever need my help in Wuguang, feel free to contact me anytime."

As he spoke, the assistant handed over another business card, black with gold foil.

Zhou Yi thought to himself, "This guy has such a big mouth."

But he still accepted the business card from Wang Mingyi, after all, this was the victim's family member, not the suspect's family member.

Zhou Yi didn't wait inside, since Wang Mingyi had brought quite a few people with him, so he went out for a smoke.

Halfway through the draw, he saw a familiar figure run into the hospital, looking around anxiously.

Zhou Yi, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, called out to Shen Jiale and then waved.

Shen Jiale immediately ran over: "Teacher Zhou, how is the victim?"

Zhou Yi pointed inside and said, "They're still trying to save him. His condition is quite serious, but I don't think he's in any immediate danger. His family arrived, so I came out for some fresh air. How are things on your end?"

Shen Jiale said he contacted Director Yao at the command center, but the branch was out of manpower because all of its police forces were involved in investigating the case of the unidentified female corpse.

So the case was handed over to the Fenghu Branch Bureau. After the Fenghu Criminal Investigation Brigade took over, he saw that the situation was about right, so he rushed to the hospital.

"Teacher Zhou, here you go." With that, Shen Jiale handed Zhou Yi's phone over.

"Is Xinkang Road the primary crime scene?" Zhou Yi asked, taking the phone.

It's daytime now, and to stab someone in broad daylight in the street is really a bit outrageous.

"It seems that we found some bloodstains on the road, which extended all the way to the roadside bushes. It seems that after the victim was stabbed on the roadside, he tried to escape, ran along the roadside for more than ten meters, and then tried to cross the road, but ended up falling in the middle of the road."

"Any witnesses?"

"Yes, the driver of the taxi at the front of the traffic jam was a witness. He said he saw the victim suddenly dart out from the side of the road and then fall to the ground. The driver said he almost hit him, but luckily he braked in time. He thought he had encountered a staged accident, but when he got out and looked, he found blood on the ground and the person lying motionless."

Didn't he see the murderer?

Shen Jiale shook his head: "He said no. But another witness saw the murderer, an old lady, who was on the other side of the road. She said she saw a person in black clothes and a hat chasing the victim. The victim suddenly crossed the road and was almost hit by a taxi. The person in the hat immediately ran south, very fast."

"Did the old lady get a good look at that person's face?"

"No, the old lady said her eyesight is not good, but judging from her build, she should be a man. The police are currently conducting door-to-door inquiries in the surrounding area."

“Let’s wait and see how things go. That road isn’t exactly remote, and there should be plenty of witnesses in broad daylight.” Zhou Yi stubbed out his cigarette and threw it into the cigarette butt recycling bin above the trash can next to him.

"Let's go see how things are inside."

The two entered the emergency building and walked towards the emergency room. They immediately saw two more doctors in white coats, one of whom, an elderly man with graying temples, was shaking hands and talking with Wang Mingyi.

"Dean Liu, my son's life depends entirely on you," Zhou Yi heard Wang Mingyi say.

"Saving lives is our hospital's duty, especially since this is Mr. Wang's son. Please rest assured, we will do our best to treat the patient."

In such a short time, he actually managed to get the hospital director to come personally? This Wang Mingyi seems to be quite something.

Just then, a man rushed in from behind Zhou Yi and the others.

Zhou Yi remembered that this was one of the followers who had come with Wang Mingyi earlier.

"Boss, we found out. Young Master's Ferrari was scratched last night, and he took it to Ah Jiang's for repairs this morning." The man reported respectfully to Wang Mingyi.

Wang Mingyi nodded.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi was suddenly startled.

Because this was 1997! The words "Ferrari sports car" were much rarer than Mercedes-Benz or BMW back then. Many people had never even heard of Ferrari.

Zhou Yi immediately asked Shen Jiale beside him, "Brother Jiale, is there a pretty famous art school in Wuguang?"

“An arts school? Yes, Wuguang City Arts School, a provincial key school. The school is at the end of Xinkang Road where the accident happened.” Shen Jiale said, noticing Zhou Yi’s serious expression, and quickly asked, “Teacher Zhou, what…what’s wrong? Is something wrong?”

Zhou Yi took a deep breath, because he knew exactly what he had saved and what was being resuscitated inside!
(End of this chapter)