"Killing someone leads to imprisonment, and I didn't want to see him go to jail. This whole thing had nothing to do with him; he was just being used by me. Besides... that beast died from poisoning, with no external wounds. So, I thought I could fake a suicide to cover it up, so Qin Guofu wouldn't have to go to jail for murder," Ren Qin explained.
In the end, she still couldn't harden her heart. If Ren Qin had reported the incident directly instead of faking a suicide, things wouldn't have gotten so complicated.
The physical evidence left at the scene of the fight, combined with Ren Qin's testimony, would have been enough to convict Qin Guofu. Qin Guofu would have had no way to defend himself, and the case would have been easily resolved. Ren Qin might have even gotten away with it.
After all, the evidence was conclusive, and once a verdict was reached, there would be little chance of overturning it.
But the move to fake a suicide was a terrible mistake. Coroners aren't easily fooled. The victim clearly died from carbon monoxide poisoning, and cutting a wound on the wrist not only wouldn't fool anyone but would raise suspicions, leading to a thorough investigation.
With the case fully resolved, Xu Mo no longer needed to be involved. Naturally, other officers would take over the follow-up.
...
Xu Mo returned to his office.
"It's still a bit messy; I need to tidy up some more... This desk feels so empty. I should buy a few potted plants to put here when I have time," Xu Mo muttered to himself, stroking his chin.
Previously, like other officers, he worked in a large shared office with just a small workstation. There wasn't much space to decorate.
But now things were different. He had his own office, so it was worth putting some effort into decorating it!
As Xu Mo pondered how to spruce up his office, a notification sound echoed in his mind.
"You have successfully apprehended a criminal and received a reward: 100 KG of Wuyi Mountain Mother Tree Da Hong Pao tea!"
Mother Tree Da Hong Pao?
Even Xu Mo, who wasn't particularly knowledgeable about tea, knew this was a valuable item.
There are only six Mother Tree Da Hong Pao plants in Wuyi Mountain, with an annual yield of less than a kilogram. These trees have already been protected and are no longer harvested. The authentic Mother Tree Da Hong Pao that still exists is becoming increasingly rare, with prices so high that even gold pales in comparison.
"Hmm... I should get a set of teaware tomorrow," Xu Mo thought to himself.
It would be a waste not to drink it.
Moreover, Xu Mo was genuinely curious about the legendary Da Hong Pao and wanted to taste it.
After tidying up his office for the entire afternoon, he finally made it to the end of his workday.
Xu Mo hopped into his beloved car and drove straight to his villa.
Today, there was a major news story—the 004 aircraft carrier had been launched and commissioned!
It's worth noting that the 003 carrier had only been launched recently. According to expectations, the arrival of the 004 carrier should have taken several more years. No one expected the 004 to arrive so quickly.
And it's nuclear-powered, a 120,000-ton nuclear-powered aircraft carrier.
Here it comes, here it comes, it's coming with nuclear power!
Interestingly, the news also mentioned that this carrier was donated by an anonymous Mr. Xu.
This news sent netizens into a frenzy.
"What? 004? If I remember correctly, 003 was just launched, right? Did I time-travel? ——IP Location: Fu Province"
"003 wasn't just launched? What's this 004? And nuclear-powered? ——IP Location: Yun Province"
“Is this some joke from the Strategic Deception Bureau? 004 built so fast? —IP Location: Magic City”
What the heck is the Strategic Deception Bureau? This is real! High-definition preview images are out. But seriously... is this really the speed at which aircraft carriers should be built? I thought it was assembling electric bikes! ——IP Location: Zhe Province
"Wait, why is 004 the Guang Province Ship? I thought the next nuclear-powered carrier was supposed to be for Jiang Province. We're mad, cold, and shaking. When will we stand up? ——IP Location: Jiang Province"
"That's right, we've been collecting 'wedding money' for so long, and now the 'bride' has been snatched away? ——IP Location: Jiang Province"
"Jiang Province friends, don't worry. As the saying goes, early commissioning means early decommissioning, late commissioning means nuclear power... oh, it's already nuclear-powered, never mind! ——IP Location: Guang Province"
"After eating so many melons, I suddenly got a nuclear-powered carrier. Hehehe... ——IP Location: Guang Province"
"What are you barking about? What are you barking about!? ——IP Location: Jiang Province"
"Aren't you all curious about who this anonymous Mr. Xu is? He could donate an aircraft carrier! And it's nuclear-powered! We, the vast number of smokers, saved up for so long to get one, and he single-handedly donated one. Who is this big brother? ——IP Location: Chuan Province"
"..."
In the villa, four women sat cross-legged on the sofa, eating melons.
Others might not know, but they did—the anonymous Mr. Xu mentioned in the news who donated the aircraft carrier was none other than Xu Mo!
This nuclear-powered carrier that caused such a stir online was something Xu Mo had accidentally picked up during a trip!
Xu Mo had picked up and donated the carrier while they were present.
This feeling of being the only ones who know the truth was exhilarating!
There was just one regret: they had signed an agreement and couldn't reveal this information.
Otherwise, they would have already rushed to comment: The anonymous Mr. Xu is Xu Mo, it's Xu Mo!
"The netizens are indeed talented, and their comments are so entertaining," Zhou Qiaoqiao said with a smile as she scrolled through the comments on her phone.
"The netizens from Jiang Province are really unlucky, haha. They've been waiting so long, hoping for a carrier, but ended up with none."
"This one was picked up in Guang Province, so of course, it's called the Guang Province Ship... Why not name it after Xu Mo? It was clearly picked up and handed over by him."
"Exactly! This carrier should be named after Xu Mo!"
As the four women discussed excitedly, the door to the villa was opened from the outside.
Xu Mo had arrived home.
As soon as he walked in, he heard the four women's excited voices.
"I'm back. What were you all discussing so excitedly?" Xu Mo asked with a smile.
"The aircraft carrier," Yang Jingxuan said excitedly. "The one you picked up—it's been launched and commissioned!"
Xu Mo was a bit stunned. "Launched and commissioned? So fast?"
The news had come out at noon, but Xu Mo had been busy with the case and hadn't had time to check his phone. After finishing the case, he had been tidying up his office all afternoon and hadn't caught the news.
"You didn't know about this?" An Youyi asked in surprise.
Xu Mo, the very person involved, hadn't even heard the news.
Xu Mo shook his head as he changed his shoes.
"I didn't check my phone today; I was busy with the case. Let me take a look..." With that, he also took out his phone to check the news.
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?"
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.
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
