A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 250 The Lost Child (Part 2)
[Search: 1999 Beibu Gulf City Drug Enforcement Case]

Quinn's face was grim as news articles kept popping up on the search engine on his computer screen.

[A landmark case from a century ago! A late-night drug bust in Beibu Gulf City, Guangxi Province in 99.]

Police kill three foreign drug traffickers; task force seizes 65 kilograms of drugs at the scene.

The drug traffickers were ruthless! They caused one death and three injuries to the task force. Salute to the heroes!

[Lan Naniu, captain of the second detachment of the Criminal Investigation Brigade of the Guangxi Provincial Public Security Department, tragically sacrificed his life. Liu Qiangyao, a police officer of the first detachment of the Criminal Investigation Brigade of Jianghai City, was only 26 years old and suffered a gunshot wound to the knee, leaving him with a lifelong disability.]

Quinn scrolled the mouse wheel.

It's 2027, and Apple's Fun Mouse is still as bad as crap.

Quinn found no information about Qin Weizheng, neither in the news reports, newspaper records, nor police files at the time.

Searching for Qin Weizheng only yields results for some minor figures with the same name. It should be noted that Qin Weizheng, even more than a decade after his execution, remains a prominent drug trafficker in Jianghai and should be listed in the most prominent position on the encyclopedia.

He gave up the search, leaned back in his chair, and silently stared at his reflection in the smooth, waxy floor.

Not only did the system disappear.

His extraordinary characteristics: strength, the Demon King's Eye, and the magic circuits in his right hand.
All gone.

This sense of disparity is extremely uncomfortable, like an eagle that was just soaring in the clouds being suddenly stuffed into the body of a rooster.

Quinn's physique wasn't bad; in fact, he was quite healthy. He had biceps that bulged out of his sleeves, and the muscles in his shoulders and chest showed the marks of long-term workouts. In short, he exuded the aura of a wealthy man of this era—not from being overweight or greasy-faced, but from the good mental state resulting from disciplined physical management and a scientific lifestyle.

However, this body type obviously cannot push a jeep for more than ten kilometers.

Although it made him want to laugh, that premonition resurfaced in his mind—

Have I returned to Earth?

wrong.

Quinn couldn't be mistaken; the anti-drug hero who sacrificed his life in 1999 was definitely not Lan Na Niu.

Lan Na Niu, or rather, the otherworldly soul named Belmont Hansen who played Lan Na Niu, was killed by himself.

During the 1999 arrest operation, the police did suffer one death and many injuries. His upright grandfather was deeply troubled by this incident, and would remorsefully mutter "a sin" whenever it was mentioned. Quinn, who grew up in this environment, was not aware of the details of the incident, but he could roughly piece together what happened from Officer Liu Qiangyao's words when he mentioned the past.

Although Officer Liu didn't reveal the deceased's identity, the contrast between the straightforward, inexperienced young policeman of the past and the seasoned, cautious anti-drug hero of the future suggests that the victim must have had a profound impact on him. So much so that for the next ten years, Officer Liu maintained a vengeful belief in catching the real culprit.
That person was very likely "Team Leader Zhang" who was traveling with him.

That is, the Zhang Rui that he 'played'.

Now, Lan Na Niu has replaced Zhang Rui as the anti-drug hero who sacrificed his life in the fight against drug traffickers, while Qin Weizheng has disappeared without a trace.
Quinn keenly sensed that their current circumstances might be closely related to this matter.

He typed "Police Officer Liu Qiangyao" on the keyboard and found relevant news, but not much of it, and all of it was related to the operation in 99.

Quinn's brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

In the year he was captured by the Demon King and taken to another world, Officer Liu Qiangyao, who cracked a major drug trafficking case, had already been promoted to the second-in-command of the Jianghai City Public Security Bureau. The injuries he sustained in his heroic battle against drug traffickers had long been a memorable mark, like a medal, and he was highly regarded among the people, often appearing in the news or newspapers as a public figure.

However, all news reports about Liu Qiangyao in 2027 remained stuck on that incident from back then, and many websites were so outdated that they had even shut down their servers. The latest news Quinn could find about Officer Liu was from fifteen years ago; his name was among the annual outstanding individuals in the Jianghai City Police Department, and Liu Qiangyao had become an administrative clerk, a promising career path but far from being on the front lines that could influence cases.
[Search: Zhang Rui]

Quinn pressed the Enter key.

He saw the face he had once used. Baidu Baike (a Chinese encyclopedia) records the heroic policeman's resume: awarded a first-class merit in the 1999 Beibu Gulf drug bust, and transferred overseas in 2000 to participate in Interpol.
In 2023, Zhang Rui retired with honors at the provincial level and is still alive today. His name can be seen on the list of retired cadres who are visited and comforted during festivals in Jianghai City.

A bizarre premonition suddenly popped into Quinn's mind.

His hand slowly typed out three words.

[Search: Mi Beilin]

Quinn's eyes widened as he saw a photo of a man with half-gray hair; the Baidu Encyclopedia page about him was several times longer than Zhang Rui's.

弥北麟，1973年1月16日出生于北麟集团创始人、董事长、首席执行官第四十六届民间商会副会长（2020~2024）.2016年，获评为江海经济年度人物.2020年，入选《福布斯》东亚富豪榜（第七十二名）.2026年，卸任北麟集团首席执行官.
My hand gripping the mouse tightened suddenly.

Quinn suddenly saw his own name.

In 2026, Ni Beilin stepped down as CEO and handed the reins to his son-in-law, Quinn.

He saw his own photo, dressed in a suit and tie, shoulder to shoulder with a man in a Tang suit, ringing a bell, looking as intimate as a father and son.

A bone-chilling cold instantly swept through his body. The utterly absurd reality before him left his mind blank. Just then, the door opened. "Shh, slow down, slow down, he's still sleeping. Hey, honey, you're awake?"

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came, like a bucket of oil suddenly poured on him. Quinn was so burned by the voice that he jerked his head up and saw a pregnant woman looking at him tenderly.

Her beautiful face is almost identical to that of her teenage years.

Miyutong.

"Honestly, you should sleep a little longer. You didn't get home until late last night. You need to adjust to the time difference in the UK."

“Home??” Quinn’s voice was a little dry.

"Of course! My dad had someone do some research, and today is an auspicious day for moving into your new home. He said it will bless your career. What are you two waiting for? Move in, move in!"

Her pregnancy was quite obvious; she was probably only a few months away from giving birth. She walked into the room naturally, followed by two workers who carried in a life-sized photo frame.

A snow-white wedding dress, a man arm in arm with his wife—this is Quinn and Mi Yutong's wedding photo.

Quinn had never seen himself smile so happily before, making him feel so dazed that he almost didn't recognize himself.

there has never been.

"Careful! A little bit higher, a little bit higher. Okay, okay, hmm."

Mi Yutong stood in front of the bed, stroking her chin, examining the photo hanging on the wall. She looked left and right, then instinctively called out, "Honey, come check if it's hanging crooked. I feel like the left side is too high."

"husband?"

She looked at Quinn.

Quinn stared at her blankly, as if he had seen something more captivating than the Demon King.

"Okay, let's leave it like this for now. We'll adjust it again if it's not right. Thanks for your hard work."

The two nodded quickly, and before leaving, they didn't forget to say goodbye to Quinn.

"Good morning, boss," the maid greeted warmly.

Mi Yutong closed the door, and under Quinn's unblinking gaze, she walked around to her husband's side, reached out, and gently massaged Quinn's temples with her fingertips.

She could feel Quinn's body tremble almost imperceptibly.

"What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well? Or was the acquisition deal difficult to negotiate? It's okay, Dad won't blame you. I'll go with you to report the work. I'll shield you with my big belly, and I guarantee he won't dare say a word."

Quinn took a deep breath, grasped her hand, and told her to stop pressing.

"Yutong, it's me."

"Yutong?"

Her soft, fragrant body sat on his lap as if asserting her ownership. She was heavier than the girl he remembered, yet more reassuring.

She extended her hand, a stunning blue diamond ring adorning her ring finger. She gently placed her small hand on his and said softly, "It's been over a year since you called me that after we got married. I miss it so much! You called me 'wife' every day, but you didn't even bother calling me 'baby' anymore. Humph, men don't cherish what they have after they've got it."

Although her words were full of dissatisfaction, they sounded more like she was being coquettish.

"Married... for over a year?" Quinn asked blankly.

"What's wrong? You seem to be sleeping soundly." Mi Yutong immediately took out her phone, found the chat box of "Husband's Secretary" on WeChat, and sent a message saying "Help me make an appointment with the family doctor at noon." She then said worriedly, "I was thinking of going to see a movie with you this afternoon, but let's rest at home. You seem so tired."

The once spoiled young lady has transformed into a gentle and considerate wife, yet her husband remains as clueless as a block of wood, only asking the same questions repeatedly without any romantic understanding:
"what movie?"

"I don't remember the name, it was filmed by Jackie Chan."

Mi Yutong pulled up the ticket code and showed him the movie title. The cinema was located in the Jianghai International Trade Center.

He muttered "This can't be real" twice, then stared intently at the words "China World Trade Center Cinema," and asked out of the blue, "The China World Trade Center didn't collapse?"

"How could the China World Trade Center collapse?" Mi Yutong looked at him with increasing worry.

“No, I’m fine, no need to cancel, I’ll go with you.” Quinn seemed to suddenly perk up: “Tell me about what’s happened over the years.”

(End of this chapter)