Around 9 p.m., Huang Dawei returned to his own home.
Huang Dawei, known in Jianghu as Brother Wei, was a notorious hooligan and loafer on Hulu Street in Xikang City.
He usually had nothing proper to do and just wandered around. When he was bored, he would go to the supermarket to take some things, or have a free meal at some restaurant.
Occasionally, some rich people would give him money to do some shady deeds, such as taking some thugs to intimidate others, beating someone up, or stalking someone, and so on.
Although Huang Dawei was not a great person himself, he had a brother who was an official. As long as he did not commit any major crimes, no one would go against him.
Over the past few years, he had become more rampant, bullying others was commonplace, and beating people up was also frequent. He could be considered a downright bully.
After opening the door of his home, he walked into the living room, turned on the light, and closed the door.
Just as he had just closed the door and turned around, he was stunned.
Because at this moment, Su Mo, wearing a mask, was holding a knife against his neck.
"Shh, don't make any loud noise, or else you will be dead for sure," said the bone-chilling voice.
Seeing the fear in the ferocious-looking Huang Dawei's eyes, he certainly knew who the other person was.
So his fierce face revealed an expression of fear, and he stammered, "Don't kill me, Adjudicator, I have never killed anyone, I..."
Su Mo put his forefinger to his mouth and whispered, "Don't speak, come, sit down first."
Then, the sweating profusely Huang Dawei sat down facing Su Mo.
"Huang Dawei, right? I'm not live streaming today, nor do I have to kill you for sure.
But whether you live or not depends on yourself. Let's play a game," said Su Mo.
He then pointed to the two cups of water on the table:
"One of these two cups contains poison, and the other does not.
You choose one to drink, and I will drink what's left.
Who lives and who dies depends on luck. Make your choice!"
Seeing the puzzled and panicked look on Huang Dawei's face, Su Mo smiled and said,
"You only have one minute to think about it. After one minute, I will just kill you directly."
At this point, Huang Dawei had no choice. He thought for a long time, then picked up a cup of water and drank it. After drinking it, he felt fine.
Then Su Mo picked up the other cup, looked at Huang Dawei, and said:
"You seem to have picked the non-poisonous water. You're really lucky."
After saying that, Su Mo drank it all in one gulp. Right after drinking it, Su Mo's body collapsed onto the sofa.
Huang Dawei still could not figure out what was going on, but seeing his opponent collapse on the sofa, he thought he really was lucky to have chosen the non-poisonous water.
A smile quickly appeared on his face, and his smile became more and more obvious. Just as he was about to laugh out loud.
His body stopped moving, with the smile still on his face.
At this time, Su Mo sat up again, and then restored the sofa to its original state. Next, he put the cup he had just drunk into a bag to take away.
Finally, he took out another identical cup from his backpack and put it in the refrigerator.
After cleaning up all traces of his presence, Su Mo took several photos of the scene in a row before leaving through the door.
In the next two days, he used the same method to kill two more bullies, only one was in a company and the other at home.
On Thursday night, Su Mo sent the case file to the Leader of the Disciples through the mysterious website, along with three words: it's your turn.
The corridor had been cordoned off by the police, and the police and forensic doctors were busy with their respective tasks in the room.
Wei Dongqing and Li Yang were looking at the corpse together, puzzled.
"This is already the third suicide case in the past few days, Team Wei. This is not a suicide case, it's a homicide," said Li Yang.
Wei Dongqing nodded, "It must be a homicide, but no matter the forensic identification results or the evidence at the scene.
They all indicate that this is a suicide.
Besides, we have enough cases to investigate. Let's hand this case over to the people below to handle," said Wei Dongqing.
Li Yang struggled for a moment: "Alas," and then walked away.
At this time, Wu Xin walked over and whispered:
"Team Wei, I feel very familiar with this case. It's too clean, if not for the lack of a suicide note, I would have thought it was done by the Adjudicator."
Wei Dongqing snorted contemptuously without saying a word, only saying to himself, "This is exactly what he did."
When Su Mo was doing this case himself, it looked very simple, but in fact it was not simple at all.
Let's first talk about why the police determined it was a suicide.
Because at the scene, the deceased was sitting on the sofa or chair with a cup of poisonous water in front of him, a smile on his face.
Apart from that, there were no other traces at the scene.
Ask yourself, who would not deduce suicide when seeing such a scene?
Moreover, after the forensic examination, the deceased died from poisoning, which was the poison in the cup. There was no other damage to the body, which fully demonstrated that it was a suicide.
For the perpetrator Su Mo, of course the whole case was very clear and simple.
But for others, it was hard to explain clearly, especially the smile before death. If it wasn't suicide, how could one smile?
On this point, Su Mo had also put in a lot of effort.
He used the method of playing a game to give the deceased hope. Then he pretended to be poisoned himself, making the other party think he had won, and naturally revealing a smile.
Just at this moment, the toxin took effect and he died instantly.
The poison was also deliberately chosen. It was a neurotoxic agent that first acted on the nerves. Once the poison took effect, even facial expressions could not be made, and death would come instantly.
So the deceased's face would retain that kind of joyful expression of a narrow escape from death.
As for how Su Mo ensured that the cup he drank definitely had no poison?
This was too simple, there were at least several ways, clever readers, tell me if there are ways I can't think of.
Back to the point, Su Mo had already issued the question, and left the rest alone for the time being.
It had been a long time since he chose the object of trial through unsolved cases, and Su Mo was somewhat nostalgic for it. So he decided
To continue his trial strategy of unsolved cases, and moreover, he had a bold idea, which was collective trial.
What does this mean?
Previously, he tried defendants one by one, although it was very safe, but always felt a little less exciting.
"Why not try several people at once?
Hmm, as long as the plan is right, I should be able to handle it. Let's try it," thought Su Mo.
After making the decision in his heart, Su Mo began to choose the case.
He wanted to choose an unsolved case of a gang crime, the number of people could not be too many. If it was seven or eight, he estimated that he might get himself into trouble.
It would be best if it was five or less. This number of people could make the trial more exciting, while the risk was still within controllable range.
Su Mo had a big plan in mind, so he needed to hone his skills.
Previously it was one trial at a time, now he would try two or three, three or four people at once.
Thinking of this, Su Mo's expression became fierce: "In the future, when the time is right, trying hundreds of people at once is not impossible."

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?"

grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.