“What?! You’re Bruce’s son?! How is that even possible?”


    Li Yalin’s face fell into a state of utter shock upon hearing Charlie’s introduction!


    He vividly recalled his recent discussion with Asher.


    During that conversation, they had talked about the elder of the An family, and Asher had mentioned his sister, as well as his nephew, whose fate remained a mystery.


    Asher had shared that the entire An family had scoured the globe in search of him.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Despite their extensive efforts, they hade up empty-handed.


    Many believed he was long gone, even though no remains had ever been found.


    However, the An family held onto the belief that he was still alive somewhere out there, just waiting to be discovered.


    Li Yalin never imagined that this supposed “dead” person would turn out to be right in front of him, iming to be Lydia (Ava)’s son.


    This revtion prompted Li Yalin, a seasoned police officer, to instinctively question the situation.


    He took a moment to gather his thoughts: “Why do I think I should be dead? I remember the elevator door opening, and a group of armed men firing at me from inside… Their firepower was overwhelming, and they showed no signs of hesitation. Before I lost consciousness, I distinctly remember being shot at least twenty or thirty times. I was definitely dead—no reincarnation from the likes of Da Luo Jinxian could have saved me…”


    With wide eyes, he eximed, “Wait, is this the afterlife?!”


    Realizing this, he continued, “So, this is what happens when people die… they drift in and out of strange dreamlike states… Does that mean I’ll be reincarnated and enter a new cycle?”


    Charlie couldn’t help but chuckle, saying, “I thought all you materialistic police officers were immune to such fanciful ideas. I didn’t expect you, a well-known Chinese detective, to entertain such nonsense.”


    Raising his voice slightly, Charlie dered, “Li Yalin, pay attention: you are not dead. I saved you.”


    Li Yalin shook his head in disbelief, gesturing, “No way, that’s impossible! I just said I was shot so many times that I was dead—no one could have saved me. You must be mistaken! I’ve been a policeman my entire life, and I know how logic works!”


    Charlie replied calmly, “Yes, you took a lot of shots. I was there during the incident; your internal organs were basically destroyed, and the fragments of tissue blown off your body probably weighed at least three to five pounds if you gathered them together.”


    As he spoke, Charlie pulled out his phone, located a photo from a hidden folder, and handed it to Li Yalin. “Here, take a look at this. It’s an image of you from that day.”


    Nervously, Li Yalin took the phone and stared at the photo, his jaw dropping in shock at the sight of himself.


    Having spent years investigating cases, he had encountered many tragically deceased individuals.


    But he had never seen someone sopletely riddled with bullet holes at close range.


    Staring at the photo left him even more baffled, prompting him to exim, “What the hell? I look like this, and you’re telling me I’m not dead? Do you think I’m that gullible?”


    Charlie pointed at Li Yalin’s lifeless face in the photo, saying, “Look closely at your face; do you notice anything unusual?”


    Li Yalin examined the image and saw the pain and unwillingness etched on his features. “What’s so strange about this? Are you trying to ask me why I look so unwilling?”<fn2089> This content belongs to find?novel</fn2089>