Xu Mo had excellent eyesight; he could see clearly even at a distance of a thousand meters.
Not to mention, he was currently less than a hundred meters away from the rooftop of the building opposite.
Xu Mo could see the situation on the opposite rooftop crystal clear.
He clearly saw that there was only one person on the opposite rooftop, and this person, Xu Mo had seen before!
Wasn't this the witness who had watched Yang Meng jump from the building earlier today? Han Fei had even asked him a few questions at the time.
Seeing someone jump during the day, and then coming to jump at night... was this some kind of contagion?
Could suicide by jumping be contagious?
Something was suspicious here, probably related to the case... but Xu Mo couldn't figure it out.
He planned to stop the person on the opposite roof who wanted to end their life.
Both to save a life and to find clues to solve the case.
But with such a distance between the two buildings, Xu Mo definitely couldn't get across quickly enough.
Running to the opposite rooftop to stop the person from jumping wouldn't work, because by the time Xu Mo got there, the person would probably have already jumped.
There was only one way to prevent this person from jumping - calling out across the gap, using communication for psychological intervention.
Communication was a skill, especially when trying to persuade someone preparing to commit suicide.
Fortunately, Xu Mo was a psychology expert who excelled at communication techniques, and usually, he could see through people's subtle thoughts.
Choosing to jump in the dead of night - was it because they didn't want to be seen and talked out of it, nor did they want to be rescued? Xu Mo immediately guessed the thoughts of the person on the opposite roof.
Choosing this time to jump meant they were determined to die. Directly trying to persuade them not to jump or telling them that life holds hope would probably be useless.
It might even have the opposite effect...
Psychological intervention could wait; the urgent matter was to first trick this person into coming down from the roof.
Only after getting them down would there be a chance for psychological intervention.
Thinking this, Xu Mo cleared his throat and called out, "Hey, buddy!"
The man on the opposite roof noticed Xu Mo after hearing his voice but didn't respond.
This must be someone trying to talk me out of it, what's the point? I've made up my mind, and no amount of persuasion will change that... the man thought to himself, silently taking two steps forward.
It seemed he had already made up his mind.
However, just as he had taken those two steps forward, he heard another sentence.
"Hey buddy, are you here to jump too?"
Hearing this, the man paused slightly, stopping in his tracks.
He looked back at Xu Mo on the opposite roof.
Well, well, was the person opposite also here to jump?
After hesitating for two seconds, he answered, "...Yeah!"
Seeing the suicidal man on the opposite roof stop in his tracks, Xu Mo sensed an opportunity.
He immediately struck while the iron was hot and asked.
"I'm here to jump because my girlfriend betrayed me. What about you, why are you jumping?"
The girlfriend's betrayal was, of course, a lie made up by Xu Mo... he didn't even have a girlfriend right now!
He said this to get the man to talk.
At least you had a girlfriend to betray you, I can't even get a girlfriend! The man said painfully, "If you put it that way, I'm even more miserable than you. I don't even have a girlfriend, and I've never even held a girl's hand my entire life."
That really is quite miserable... Xu Mo asked, "You're committing suicide just because you can't find a girlfriend?"
"No, it's for other reasons," the man denied.
Although he didn't elaborate on his reason for suicide.
But Xu Mo already knew what method to use to trick the man down from the opposite rooftop.
"You've never even held a girl's hand until now?" Xu Mo exclaimed in surprise, "So you've never had any intimate experiences with girls either?"
The man was very stubborn.
"I don't care about that stuff, I'm not interested in women!"
His expression was clear to Xu Mo - not interested? He was obviously just being stubborn!
Keep pretending, let's see how long you can keep it up, I don't believe you're really not interested, unless you're impotent... Xu Mo suggested, "Brother, why don't we go find some girls and have some fun, then come back to jump afterward!"
The man seemed tempted but remained stubborn.
"I'm not going. You go if you want to. I told you I'm not interested in women. I'm going now."
After speaking, he took two more steps forward, almost reaching the very edge of the rooftop.
"If you go like this, aren't you afraid the other ghosts will laugh at you? Dying as a virgin, how embarrassing..." Xu Mo spoke again.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Mo clearly saw the man's expression twitch.
He pressed his advantage.
"Come on, get rid of that virgin label before you go, then no ghost will laugh at you. Plus, after we're done, we can go together, and you'll have company on the road to the underworld."
The man appeared to be thinking, starting to hesitate. Xu Mo's words seemed to make sense.
Almost there, just a bit more to convince him to come down... Xu Mo had a flash of inspiration: "My treat."
"Alright! I'll do what you say!" the man immediately agreed.
"Then let's meet at the street below," Xu Mo smiled. "I know a great place!"
...
Five minutes later.
On the street.
The two met up.
It was then that the man recognized Xu Mo.
"You look familiar... are you... Xu Mo? I saw you here this morning, you were investigating the case with Han Fei, right?"
Earlier on the rooftop, the distance was too far - while Xu Mo could see his face clearly, he couldn't make out Xu Mo's features, so he only recognized him now.
Xu Mo didn't deny it and nodded.
"Yes."
He opened the car door: "Get in, let's go."
The man looked at Xu Mo suspiciously.
"You said you wanted to commit suicide too, were you lying to me? Aren't you quite wealthy now? Do rich people have troubles too?"
Of course they have troubles, isn't having too much money to spend a trouble? Though thinking this, Xu Mo instead said, "Of course we do. There are plenty of worries that can make life unbearable. Get in."
Hearing this, the man thought it made sense - who says rich people don't have troubles? It's normal to be overwhelmed by too many worries, just like himself!
He immediately believed Xu Mo's words and got into the car.
Xu Mo started the car while casually inquiring.
"You still haven't told me why you're feeling hopeless. I told you my reason, so it's only fair you tell me yours."
"Me? It's a long story. I'm a lawyer, and three years ago, I sold my conscience for money by defending a rich kid who caused an accident... I had almost forgotten about it, but after seeing that corpse's horrible state today, I suddenly remembered everything. Then I went to see a psychiatrist..."
At this point, Xu Mo interrupted him.
"Wait! You saw a psychiatrist? Then why are you still feeling suicidal? Didn't seeing the psychiatrist help you feel better?"
The man shook his head, looking dejected.
"No, after the session, I felt even more guilty. The psychiatrist gave me advice to atone for my sins, and I thought it made sense, so I came here..."
Xu Mo: "???"
What kind of psychiatrist was this?
Instead of providing psychological counseling, they suggested the patient atone for their sins?
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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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 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.
