As Luke Sullivan woke up from sleep, he rolled up his sleeves, expecting to see the tribal designs that once covered his arms. Instead, he was greeted by unblemished skin. "Where are my tattoos?!" he exclaimed, bewildered.Raising his head, he found himself in a brightly lit office divided into cubicles. The chaotic scene around him was a far cry from his last memory - awaiting lethal injection on death row in a prison. Phones rang incessantly, papers flew, and harried workers rushed through the corridors with panic etched on their faces.A middle-aged man in a navy blue uniform appeared, calling for attention. "Everyone, gather 'round! Detective Priscillia will brief us on the York Assault Cases. We're moving out tonight, so listen carefully!"As the detectives gathered around a whiteboard covered in notes and pictures, Luke remained seated, still in shock. He touched his right ear - perfectly intact! It should have been split in two during a prison yard fight. He desperately wanted

Throwing the police station into chaos gave Luke Sullivan immense satisfaction, but the confusion in his mind didn't stop.He wasn't sure how he had crossed over into such a normal world. Not only that, what happened to the former Luke whose body he had taken? In this situation, was it possession or reincarnation?The new memories told him that the Luke Sullivan of this world had the same birthday as him, was born in a small town, had elderly parents, and came from humble beginnings.They had the same starting point, but as they grew up, they walked two completely different paths in life.One chose to fight and die in the streets, becoming a gang enforcer; the other excelled in school and graduated from New York University, becoming a respected member of society, and then a police officer.The irony wasn't lost on him. Before, he was always running from the cops, but now his role had completely reversed. Now he was a cop himself."Don't tell me. I'll have to chase down other gangsters

Luke Sullivan looked at the woman contemplatively as she smiled and hiccuped, "Sorry handsome, your pick-up line was wasted! Haha, I'm not just some pure and pretty face. I'm not here for a date!"Oh...As soon as she opened her mouth, Luke understood. This woman wasn't some innocent drunk girl – she was here for business.Originally, he was just here to pick up a pretty girl, with no intention to pay for it.Luke thought about changing his target, but felt somewhat bitter. Firstly, she simply stood out too much; no other girls could match her looks. Secondly, everyone else was already paired up, making it hard to engage other women in conversation.Ah!Luke made his decision – as long as it felt good, what's some money! He'd consider it a celebration for successfully crossing over!So, he sat right beside her, continuing the conversation. "Hey beautiful, so those feelings of yours, how much are they?""Ha!" She laughed coldly, readily putting up three fingers, "True love? Priceless.

Luke Sullivan heard the word "reward money" and recalled the investigation unit's rule. Officers who caught criminals would be awarded prize money based on the situation, which would also be recorded in their records, helping with promotions or exams later on.'There's money to be made catching criminals? Good! Good!' The side of Luke's mouth tilted up, and he threw a glance at Vincent. Vincent was unhappy to begin with. Seeing Luke taunt him, he crossed his arms, no longer speaking."The culprit's baton was modified by himself. The voltage goes up to 30,000 volts which can instantly knock a person out!" Detective Priscillia continued, "The culprit's name is unknown. We only know that he is a high school student, but he could've dropped out. Due to the injury, the culprit is currently in the emergency room while under surveillance, and currently cannot be questioned. Mr. Sullivan, your attack was a little too strong!""What? Too strong? You've already said it! A 30,000 volt. How could

Some hours later, Luke found himself truly penniless. He didn't even have money to buy data on his phone and had to look up house rental information on a computer instead.Among the mass of advertisements, he randomly picked a few that were near the police station. Showing no regard for work hours, he threw on his jacket and left the workplace.As for Dawson's investigation, Luke didn't have high expectations. If just a few of his words could solve a cold case that had been plaguing the Special Crimes Unit for ten years, it would really be the joke of the century!Executed by lethal injection but having escaped death and crossed over, and then obtaining the technical, so-called Crime System had put Luke in a great mood. As he strolled down the street, the sun beamed upon him warmly as he walked with an extra spring in his step.He started realizing that being a crime detective might not be so bad. Catching criminals and getting rewards, not to mention some special privileges. That kin