Lin Mo chuckled inwardly. He was tempted to tell Liu Zheng that in just a few years, the property value here would multiply several times over.
He wondered if he should tell these two that a few years down the line, this place would sell for at least a hundred thousand per square meter.
He didn't rely on this to make money, but others might need to.
"Old Liu, Old Bai, take my advice." Lin Mo's tone became somewhat profound. "Housing prices in Yangcheng are only going to get more and more expensive. While you still have some spare cash on hand, hurry up and buy a few more properties."
Old Bai and Liu Zheng exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.
Old Bai's Adam's apple bobbed. He couldn't help but lean in, "Lin Mo, are you serious?"
"What would I gain from lying to you?"
Lin Mo smiled, then added, "But let me remind you, the money you use to buy houses must be clean. Don't get any crooked ideas."
"Of course!" Old Bai rubbed his hands together, his eyes burning with enthusiasm. "Even if I have to sell everything I own... it seems like a viable plan."
A house worth a few million was already considered a luxury mansion at this time.
But it would become even more expensive later on.
The elevator ran smoothly and quietly. With a soft ding, the doors opened.
Before them was not a hallway, but an open front door. In this building, there was only one apartment per floor.
Liu Zheng stepped forward and pulled the door open. The distinct smell of paper documents mixed with dust wafted into their faces.
In the living room, Xia Zhi was wearing gloves, squatting in front of a scattered pile of account books and documents, completely engrossed in reading.
"Xia Zhi, did you find anything?" Liu Zheng asked.
Xia Zhi didn't even look up, her voice a bit muffled. "Not yet. It's all just company cash flows and household expenses, nothing special. I was hoping to find some clues too."
"Let me do it."
As soon as Lin Mo's voice sounded, Xia Zhi's body stiffened abruptly. She immediately looked up, and upon seeing him, the light in her eyes instantly brightened.
"Lin Mo! You're here!"
"Yeah, I'll take a look around first."
Lin Mo replied casually and strolled into a room.
It was equally messy in here, with clothes and miscellaneous items tossed everywhere.
He closed the door. Although he appeared to be looking around casually, his divine sense had already spread out like a massive, intangible net, instantly enveloping the entire apartment.
From the gaps in the walls to the crevices in the floorboards, from the chandelier on the ceiling to the hidden compartments in the baseboards, not a single trace of abnormal energy fluctuation or inconsistent structure could escape his perception.
However, he found nothing.
It wasn't exactly completely empty, but rather, it was overly clean.
All items that could possibly be connected to foreign countries, letters, souvenirs, and even clothes with foreign labels, were entirely gone.
Billy's room, in particular, had been completely cleared out. Not even a single scrap of paper was left behind.
Those people probably didn't find what they were looking for either, so they simply took all of Billy's belongings with them.
But then again, rich people usually wouldn't hide important things in their homes anyway.
It was just a wasted trip.
Returning to the living room, he saw the three of them flipping through the account books.
Hearing footsteps, Liu Zheng looked up. "Any clues?"
"No, everything has been cleared out. That group of guys probably didn't find what they wanted either."
Xia Zhi put down the account book in her hands and sighed.
"What do they want? We don't even know what these people look like."
"Moreover, they have an ability user with them who can clean up all traces, including energy fluctuations."
"There's still one more clue, and that is a man named Old Lu. If worse comes to worst, we still have one last resort, don't we?"
System: A famous middle-aged detective with the appearance of an eighteen-year-old but the soul of a thirty-year-old, Lin Mo!
The car parked at the entrance of the alley. Liu Zheng got out and walked straight to the door of the private kitchen building.
He picked up the door knocker and knocked.
A moment later, the door opened a crack, and a face with exquisite makeup but vigilant eyes peeked out. It was the proprietress, Chen Yunli.
"I'm sorry, we're not open for business yet. Do you have a reservation?"
Liu Zheng didn't waste words. He pulled out his badge from his pocket and flashed it in front of her. The metal emblem gleamed in the light shining through the crack of the door.
"Ms. Chen Yunli, we need your cooperation with a matter."
Seeing the badge, Chen Yunli suddenly became a bit nervous.
Running this kind of private kitchen, her biggest fear was dealing with the authorities. Her hand subconsciously gripped the door handle tighter.
"Officer, I... I run a legitimate business here, and I pay my taxes on time."
"We're just here to check the information of one of your clients, and we have the proper procedures." Liu Zheng's tone was flat but carried an unquestionable authority. "Please cooperate. We'll leave as soon as we're done asking, and it won't affect your business."
Hearing this, Chen Yunli breathed a sigh of relief.
She then led Liu Zheng to check the guest information.
Soon, Liu Zheng walked out of the private kitchen.
"Done. Let's look up this Lu Mingxin."
The information was quickly sent out, and in the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, all of Old Lu's details were clearly displayed on Liu Zheng's tablet.
Old Lu, full name Lu Mingxin, was a university associate professor.
Old Bai continued driving, taking them to the residential community where Lu Mingxin lived.
It was a faculty and staff dormitory, but it looked quite refined.
The layouts were all two bedrooms and one living room, which wasn't considered small.
Liu Zheng put away his tablet. "This building is old and the stairwell is narrow. Lin Mo and I will go up."
He looked at Old Bai and Xia Zhi. "You guys stay down here as backup."
"Alright, hurry up and go."
Old Bai leaned against the car door, took out his cigarette case, tapped one out, and hung it from his lips. With a click, he lit it and waved his hand casually, looking like he had everything under control.
Xia Zhi remained silent. She simply rolled the rear window all the way up and carefully observed the surroundings, her ears and eyes becoming her sharpest weapons.
However, before they could head over, Lin Mo suddenly stopped.
"You and Xia Zhi go ask the questions. Something seems a bit off around here; I'm going to take a look."
Liu Zheng was stunned for a moment but didn't delay. He immediately called Xia Zhi to go to Lu Mingxin's house together.
The staff buildings only had stairs. At the end of the fifth floor was their target location.
Liu Zheng stepped forward and knocked on the main door.
"Who is it?"
An old lady opened the inner door and looked cautiously at Liu Zheng standing outside.
Liu Zheng directly pulled out his badge. "Hello, we are police officers from the municipal bureau. Is Professor Lu at home? We have some matters we would like to consult him about."
"Professor Lu? Do you mean Elder Lu or Young Lu?"
Liu Zheng then remembered that according to the files, Lu Mingxin's father was also a professor, though he was a more authoritative full professor.
Lu Mingxin was also quite impressive, having earned the title of associate professor at the age of thirty.
"Oh, it's Professor Lu Mingxin."
"Alright, come on in."
The old lady opened the door. After Liu Zheng entered, he saw quite a few people sitting in the living room.
Seeing someone arrive, one of the people in the living room couldn't help but ask, "Madam, who are these two?"
"These two are police comrades here to see Young Lu."
Hearing that they were police, they were all somewhat surprised.

lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”