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

Chapter 77 Happy Birthday (Continuous Post, Seeking Follow-up Monthly Tickets)
The other hooligans sobered up immediately and tried to run away, but were immediately surrounded by the angry crowd.

Zhou Yi remembered that all of them were school dropouts, and not even one of them graduated from junior high school.

Without education, they have no opinions of their own. They usually follow Baimao's lead. Now that Baimao is being beaten up, they are dumbfounded.

Zhou Yi shouted at them, "Everyone, squat down with your heads in your hands!"

The rascals looked at each other, and one after another they squatted down with their heads in their hands.

"Zhou Yi, I've already called the police. I'll also call the emergency number for the wound on your stomach."

Although the wound on Zhou Yi's abdomen wasn't deep, it continued to bleed. Even though Zhou Yi pressed the wound with his uninjured hand, the blood still soaked his clothes and pants. The wound on his right hand, however, wasn't as severe as he'd imagined. Xu Nian checked the dagger and found the blade wasn't too sharp.

Zhou Yi's face turned pale due to blood loss, but he smiled calmly: "Thank you, this is just a minor injury, I won't die."

Then he added, "But if the fight continues, I'm afraid that bastard will die."

What Zhou Yi was talking about was naturally the white-haired man who was beaten by everyone.

At the beginning, one could still hear Baimao's shouting and insults, accompanied by the screams of being beaten.

But gradually, the sound became inaudible.

Zhou Yi patted Hu Zi's shoulder with his right hand, which Xu Nian had simply bandaged, and said, "Hu Zi, don't run around. Wait here for me."

Hu Zi nodded blankly.

Xu Nian, who was calling the emergency number, saw Zhou Yi walking forward with his hands on his stomach, and immediately ran over to support him.

Zhou Yi stretched out his hand to indicate that he was fine.

Zhou Yi took a few steps and came in front of Lu Xiaoshuang. The girl's mental state did not completely collapse until she was freed from Baimao's control.

Her legs went weak and she fell down. Now she was lying in the arms of the owner of the mutton soup bun shop. Someone next to her kindly pressed the wound on her neck and brought her water.

In a trance, Lu Xiaoshuang saw someone squatting in front of her and asking her if she was okay.

She nodded with difficulty, tears streaming down her face silently.

Amidst the noisy sounds all around, a sonorous, powerful yet gentle voice was like the light of dawn breaking through the darkness.

She heard the voice say, "Lu Xiaoshuang, don't worry, I will never let you die."

Then, in her blurry vision, she saw a tall figure walking towards the crowd.

"Stop!" Zhou Yi shouted at the crowd that was beating him.

These two deafening words made everyone stop what they were doing. When they turned around and saw that it was Zhou Yi, they immediately made way.

"If the fight continues, someone will die." Zhou Yi walked forward while pressing his wound.

The owner of the mutton soup bun shop immediately ran over with concern: "Young man...comrade police officer, are you okay?"

Zhou Yi waved his hands to indicate that he was fine, but in fact, he didn't look like he was fine at all.

Surrounded by the crowd, Baimao curled up on the ground like a shrimp shell without meat, covered in wounds and spitting blood.

But it was clearly not life-threatening, as he was still smiling.

Zhou Yi walked up to him, took out the handcuffs, squatted down, and began to handcuff Baimao's hands with difficulty using his injured hands.

While torturing him, he said, "Zhao Bin, you are suspected of intentional injury, hostage-taking, drug abuse, and instigating others to commit crimes. I am arresting you according to the law!"

"Pooh." The white-haired man on the ground spat out a mouthful of blood and started laughing.

"You dare to laugh? How arrogant." Someone in the crowd couldn't help but shout.

Seeing the crowd's anger about to ignite again, Zhou Yi immediately stopped them, saying, "Everyone, the fighting cannot continue. Although the law does not punish the masses, if someone dies in the fight, the nature of the situation will change." "But...but he is too arrogant."

"That's right, it's absolutely lawless."

Zhou Yi said: "Don't worry, the law will punish him severely."

Baimao laughed heartily and said, "Bullshit! I'm still a minor. What can the law do to me? I've been to juvenile detention centers many times. I'm the boss when I go in. What can you do to me?"

Facing Baimao's arrogant provocation, Zhou Yi said coldly, "You won't be going to the juvenile detention center this time. The only place you can go is prison, and I promise you, you will stay there the whole time."

"Who are you trying to scare? I'm not even eighteen yet, so there's no way I'll go to jail." Baimao said proudly.

Zhou Yi sneered: "You are really ignorant of the law. I told you not to study hard."

"The law stipulates that minors under the age of fourteen do not bear criminal responsibility for their crimes. Minors between the ages of fourteen and under eighteen still bear criminal responsibility after committing a crime, but their punishment may be mitigated or reduced."

Baimao's face looked a little ugly, because no one had ever told him these things. He only knew that minors who broke the law were fearless.

"You...you're talking nonsense. I was even in juvenile detention last year."

"That's because your crime at that time wasn't serious enough to warrant imprisonment, but this time is different."

Zhou Yi suddenly leaned over and whispered into Baimao's ear.

"Zhao Bin, you live in Zhaojiagou, Tonghe Town, Yongding County, Hongcheng District. Your birthdate on your ID card is March 22, 1980, making you seventeen years old this year. But your real birthdate is actually March 22, 1979. Because your family was poor, when the village census was being conducted, your grandfather deliberately delayed your birthdate by a year so that you could start school later."

Zhou Yi's words were like a thunderclap, causing Baimao to tremble all over and turn his head to look at him in horror.

Zhou Yi continued, "Your family and the villagers can all prove this. The most important thing is that you were born in Tonghe Town Hospital, which has your detailed birth records and your mother's hospitalization records."

At this moment, the arrogant expression on Baimao's face completely disappeared. He shouted in horror: "Impossible, how do you know all this? Impossible, only my family knows these things, Impossible!"

Zhou Yi looked at him with cold eyes: "So, Zhao Bin, you are already an adult. What awaits you will be the most severe sanctions of the law."

In the past, information and systems were imperfect, especially in many remote rural areas. Birth, marriage, and death were all handled according to traditional customs and people did not have a strong sense of law.

For example, marriage is basically counted based on the wedding ceremony. Many rural people don’t even have the concept of getting a marriage certificate. Some people have lived together for most of their lives, but when a census is conducted later, it is discovered that they are not legally married.

The same goes for birth and death. When a child is born, people hold a banquet and offer sacrifices to their ancestors. Everything is taken care of, except for the thought of registering the child’s household registration.

Therefore, when large-scale censuses were conducted later, many information errors appeared. It was not because the staff were careless, but because it was indeed difficult to verify in that era. For example, a child’s date of birth was basically based on the parents’ own report.

Zhaojiagou, where Zhao Bin was born, is the poorest and most famous poverty-stricken area in Hongcheng, where legal awareness is very weak.

Although Zhou Yi was unable to learn the true feelings of Wu Yongcheng and others who were handling the case at the time through the case materials, it was obvious that Wu Yongcheng must have been angered by Zhao Bin's arrogant and domineering attitude. Finally, through multiple visits, he successfully determined Zhao Bin's real age.

Then the case will be handled separately, because since he is over 18 years old, he can be held fully criminally responsible.

At this moment, Zhou Yi was very grateful for the hard work that Wu Yongcheng and others had put in, otherwise it would have been difficult for him to think of this.

"Who are you?" White Hair asked in horror, "Who the hell are you? Who the hell are you?"

Zhou Yi patted his face and sneered, "Happy birthday, you bastard!"

　Yesterday, some readers expressed dissatisfaction with the Food Street plot. Here's a quick explanation: This plot isn't simply designed to undermine the hero or provide a sense of elation. It serves three main functions: 1. It encourages Lu Xiaoshuang to unconditionally trust Zhou Yi, paving the way for the grand case; 2. It sets the stage for Zhou Yi's promotion; and 3. It introduces new characters and new cases.

　　I won't explain the rest in detail, especially the question of whether the male protagonist is a saint or not. If I had written him as a man who is decisive in killing and hates evil (such as when dealing with this underage incident), then this book would have been a failure.

　　Thank you everyone, and thank you to the boss “A Week Is Not Monday” for the 11 monthly tickets.

　　This book is not just for fun. I strive to make the entry point, theme, and intention of each case different. So readers who like to read it, please give me a little more time and patience. Thank you.

　　
　
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