That evening, the police officers crowded around Han Fei, asking him to recount the details of the recent events.
Having just wrapped up the case and with nothing else pressing, Han Fei obliged and began narrating the sequence of events to the officers.
He started from how Xu Mo had 'stumbled upon' the correct autopsy findings at the body dump site, to Xu Mo discovering a tiny hair at the second crime scene that even the forensics team had missed, and finally to how Xu Mo had managed to make the tight-lipped criminal confess all his crimes with just two sentences.
Han Fei recounted every detail meticulously.
The officers were left dumbfounded.
Self-taught forensic autopsy skills?
Making a hardened criminal spill all his crimes with just two sentences?
How was this even possible?
Could forensics really be self-taught? Was it truly possible to learn it on your own?
Moreover, interrogating criminals required specific techniques. How could someone extract a confession with just two sentences? Was this even plausible?
As soon as Han Fei finished speaking, the officers voiced their doubts.
"Captain Han, what you're saying sounds far-fetched. Is this for real?"
"Yeah, it sounds like a joke. I can believe that he found a hair at the crime scene that the forensics team missed - that's possible. But the autopsy and interrogation... how could that be?"
"..."
Han Fei could understand the officers' skepticism.
"To be honest, it's not just you who find it hard to believe. I myself can hardly believe it, but this is what I witnessed with my own eyes. These are the facts."
He then turned to Chen Ke and Li Chen who were standing nearby: "You two were there too, wasn't it exactly as I described?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Ke and Li Chen nodded vigorously.
Seeing this, Han Fei shrugged at the other officers.
"See what I mean? Alright, enough gossip. Let's call it a day. Everything's been wrapped up, so go home and get some rest."
...
The next day.
At the police station.
As soon as Xu Mo entered, Wang Dachuan warmly put an arm around his shoulder.
"You're here! Have you had breakfast?"
"I ate at home before coming," Xu Mo replied.
Wang Dachuan was one of the officers who had been on the arrest mission with Xu Mo yesterday. They, along with another officer, had brought in those two suspects.
"Good, good," Wang Dachuan smiled. "I'm going to show you something exciting. Captain Han asked me to teach you how to handle a gun. Our line of work can be dangerous, and for some missions, we need to carry firearms when responding to calls."
This training had been specifically arranged by Han Fei.
After all, for a police officer, not knowing how to use a gun wouldn't do.
During certain dangerous missions, officers need to be armed.
If they carry a gun but don't know how to use it, that could spell big trouble!
Of course, this training was only for Xu Mo.
The other officers were either graduates from the police academy or had transferred from the military, so they were all familiar with firearms.
But Xu Mo was different. He hadn't received any professional training.
At most, he had handled a few guns during his livestreams, but only for brief periods.
He might not even understand the structure of firearms.
Finding someone to familiarize Xu Mo with firearms was indeed necessary.
Xu Mo was momentarily taken aback.
Gun training?
But... he already knew how to use guns!
The Firearms Master skill awarded by the system wasn't for nothing.
Xu Mo was not only extremely familiar with various firearms but also possessed an absolute gun sense. His marksmanship could even rival that of snipers! Gun training was completely unnecessary for him.
After a brief pause, Xu Mo nodded nonetheless. "Sure, where are we going to practice?"
Although his marksmanship was excellent and he was familiar with various firearms,
he couldn't just be inexplicably good, could he?
He needed some sort of explanation for his skills.
Now that Han Fei had specifically arranged for someone to teach him how to use guns, this was a perfect opportunity.
Xu Mo could use this learning opportunity to 'acquire' firearms skills in a natural progression!
Being able to hit the bullseye every time after being taught is a completely different concept from being able to do so without any prior training.
The former could be explained by exceptional talent, while the latter would seem purely supernatural!
Moreover, marksmanship is different from other skills like performing autopsies.
Xu Mo could claim he learned about autopsies through self-study, by reading books on the subject.
Books are easy to obtain, but guns aren't. It would be hard to find an excuse for gun proficiency.
It's worth noting that Xu Mo had only handled a real gun once so far, and the number of times he had actually fired one was negligible.
In others' eyes, it would be normal for Xu Mo not to know how to use a gun. If he did know, that would be the strange part.
...
Under Wang Dachuan's guidance,
Xu Mo arrived at the shooting range within the police station.
"Put these on your ears when you start shooting. They'll protect your eardrums from damage," Wang Dachuan casually picked up a pair of ear muffs from the table.
Xu Mo took the ear muffs and nodded.
Next, Wang Dachuan picked up a handgun and began explaining it to Xu Mo.
"This is the Type 92. There are two versions of the Type 92: one for police use and one for military use. The one we use is the police version. The military Type 92 uses 5.8mm pointed bullets, while ours uses 9mm round-nosed bullets. The round-nosed bullets have less penetrating power, so our version is less powerful than the military one, but it's still more than adequate. This gun has a magazine capacity of 15 rounds, and the muzzle velocity is 350 meters per second..."
Wang Dachuan explained the gun while watching Xu Mo's reactions.
He knew that Xu Mo had exceptional skills in other areas.
But when it came to shooting, surely Xu Mo couldn't be proficient, right?
In terms of firearms knowledge and marksmanship, Xu Mo must have serious deficiencies, perhaps even being completely clueless.
On this point, Wang Dachuan felt he was significantly better than Xu Mo, which made him feel quite satisfied.
He thought to himself that he had finally found an area where he outshined Xu Mo. This was how a senior should guide a newcomer!
So he became increasingly enthusiastic as he continued his explanation.
He had a look of obvious excitement on his face.
After briefly introducing the various features of the police Type 92, he began explaining how to use the firearm.
"This is the safety. When you disengage the safety, the gun can fire. When the safety is engaged... see, you can't pull the trigger. You need to remember this. When we're on duty with our firearms, we must always keep the safety engaged when the gun isn't in use, otherwise, there's a risk of accidental discharge."
Xu Mo nodded, indicating that he understood.
Seeing this, Wang Dachuan continued.
"To load the gun, you do this. Pull it back like this. You probably know this already, right? They show it in TV dramas all the time. And to unload, I'll demonstrate for you... It's pretty simple, right? Did you get all that?"
"Yes, I got it," Xu Mo nodded.
"There's another gun on the table. Pick it up and try loading and unloading it," Wang Dachuan pointed at another handgun that had been prepared on the table.
Xu Mo casually picked up the gun from the table and went through the motions of loading and unloading. His movements were quick and smooth.
Seeing this, Wang Dachuan nodded approvingly.
"Good, good! That's exactly right. Loading and unloading are pretty simple. You can learn it just by watching once. The tricky part with guns is aiming. Next, I'll teach you how to aim and shoot..."

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!

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?"

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.”