The air in the living room seemed to freeze.
The visiting guests, whose faces had previously been full of cheerful conversation, now showed only cautious observation and awkwardness.
The sudden visit of the police instantly brought a sense of scrutiny to this house rich with a scholarly atmosphere.
One well-dressed middle-aged man lost his composure and stood straight up from the sofa, his brows tightly furrowed.
Do you have an arrest warrant? I know Director Wang from the city bureau. I hope you handle things according to procedure.
His tone was unfriendly, carrying a condescending questioning attitude as he tried to use his connections to pressure these two seemingly young police officers.
Xia Zhi didn't even bat an eyelid. She calmly met his gaze, her voice cool and professional.
Please sit down, sir. We are not here to arrest anyone. We just have some professional questions we would like to ask Professor Lu Mingxin.
Her words were neither haughty nor humble, instantly neutralizing the man's aggressive posture and easing the tense atmosphere in the living room.
Hearing that it wasn't some major criminal matter, the guests in the living room and old Professor Lu visibly sighed in relief.
A smile returned to old Professor Lu's face. He even stood up and said to his wife, Since it's to assist the police, old woman, go wake Mingxin up and tell him to cooperate fully with the officers.
Alright.
The old lady responded, walked quickly to a tightly closed bedroom door, and knocked heavily.
Mingxin, wake up. Some police officers are here to ask you a few things.
A moment later, the sound of someone getting out of bed came from inside. With a click, the door opened.
Lu Mingxin poked his head out, sleepy-eyed and sporting a messy bird's nest of hair. He was still wearing crumpled pajamas, and a unique wave of exhaustion from staying up all night washed over him.
Mom, what is it? Didn't I tell you I pulled an all-nighter doing experiments...
His complaints came to an abrupt halt because he finally saw the two people standing behind his mother.
Liu Zheng expressionlessly flashed his badge, while Xia Zhi watched him quietly.
Lu Mingxin's pupils shrank slightly. Who are you?!
Xia Zhi gave a slight nod and got straight to the point. Hello, Professor Lu. We need to ask you some things regarding Billy Chen. Is it convenient?
The name Billy exploded like a clap of thunder in Lu Mingxin's mind.
The sleepiness on his face vanished instantly without a trace, leaving only shock and suspicion.
He subconsciously stepped aside, his voice dry. Please come in, you two.
Then, he suddenly turned back to look at his mother, hurriedly instructing, Mom, don't let anyone come in to disturb us unless it's important.
The old lady was taken aback by her son's unusually stern tone. Although filled with worry, she nodded and turned back to the living room.
Although the old lady was somewhat worried, she still returned to the living room.
Seeing this situation, the guests in the living room could no longer sit still.
The middle-aged man who had spoken earlier stood up and said to old Professor Lu, Teacher, since you have matters to attend to at home, we will take our leave.
Another middle-aged man also stood up.
Yes, Teacher. My son and I won't disturb you any longer either.
Old Professor Lu nodded, turning his gaze to his student's son with expectation on his face. Xu Sheng, strive to get into Yixian Academy in the future, while I can still teach.
The named teenager, Xu Sheng, scratched his head and smiled somewhat sheepishly.
I will work hard, Grandpa Lu.
Soon, Xu Sheng's family said their goodbyes and left.
On the rooftop of a residential building a hundred meters away, Lin Mo sat on a water tank. His divine sense was like an invisible net, taking in everything happening in the Lu household.
He watched Xu Sheng's figure slowly fade into the distance, feeling slightly surprised.
Xu Sheng came from a wealthy family, and his father was also a senior intellectual. He just hadn't expected them to appear at Lu Mingxin's house.
This was exactly why he had found an excuse to slip away just now. If he could avoid exposing his identity in front of a classmate, it was best to do so.
Lin Mo concentrated his divine sense once more, carefully sweeping across Lu Mingxin's entire room.
However, there was no trace of the ancient texts he was looking for.
Had Lu Mingxin sent them away, or hidden them somewhere else?
Inside the room.
Xia Zhi closed the door, cutting off the sounds from outside.
She didn't beat around the bush; her first sentence went straight to the heart of the matter.
Billy Chen died last night. We have reason to believe this was a premeditated murder.
Boom!
Lu Mingxin felt his mind go completely blank. He staggered back a step, grabbing the bookcase behind him for support, his wide eyes full of bloodshot veins.
Im... impossible! How could that be! I just saw him a little while ago! His voice trembled uncontrollably.
We know.
Liu Zheng took over, his tone steady. On June 22nd, the first person he met after returning to the country was you.
Xia Zhi's gaze was as sharp as a knife. He handed some things over to you, right?
This sentence wasn't a question, but a statement.
Lu Mingxin jerked his head up, looking at them as if he had seen a ghost. You... you even know about that?!
We also know that those things were brought back by him from Britain, Xia Zhi pressed on. And this is very likely the reason he brought a fatal disaster upon himself.
She paused, and finally said, If the other party is after these things, then you might be the next target.
Hearing this, Lu Mingxin broke out in a cold sweat.
Cold sweat instantly rolled down his forehead.
He couldn't hold it in anymore. Raising his hands, he spoke rapidly and incoherently, The things aren't with me! They really aren't here! Everything he gave me, I handed over to Professor Lin Huaimin! He's a professor of cultural relic restoration and preservation at our university. He's the real expert! Go find him!
We will go find him, but you need to explain clearly first. What did Billy Chen give you? We need specific names.
They are ancient texts, all things looted from Tianjing during the Eight-Nation Alliance period. They couldn't understand those things, but they put them all in the British Library.
Lu Mingxin spilled everything he knew all at once.
After Billy went to study abroad in Britain, he discovered this. We are in the same chat group, and later I guided him on how to swap the books out of the library.
Is there anything special about these books?
Lu Mingxin shook his head repeatedly. I didn't dare open them. These books all have insect damage or are deteriorated due to old age. The people at the British Library don't know how to maintain those books, which is why I immediately sent them over to Professor Lin.
Liu Zheng and Xia Zhi exchanged a glance, both confirming from the micro-expressions on each other's faces that he was telling the truth.
However, Xia Zhi still asked one more question, Besides this, did Billy Chen say anything else to you, or mention anything that you should pay special attention to?
Uh... probably not. But I heard he actually planned to stay and not return to Britain for the time being.
Since they had asked almost everything, they still needed to go see what the issue was with those ancient texts first.
They had to set off immediately once again, hurrying to the next location.
This was how detective work went. Most of the time was spent either investigating or on the way to investigate.

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.”

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?"

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...

ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"