That afternoon, the group of colleagues who had gathered to smoke and swore they would never buy lottery tickets all, without exception, made their way to the nearest lottery shop right after work.
Everyone was there to try their luck.
Although the salary and benefits for police officers were decent, who would say no to more money? Who wouldn’t want to hit the jackpot like Xu Mo and win millions?
“Uh… everyone’s here, huh?” Li Chen chuckled awkwardly as he looked at his colleagues standing before him.
“Yeah…” Chen Ke’s expression was a bit unnatural, his hands fidgeting as if they didn’t know where to rest. “Well, you see… I have this friend who loves buying lottery tickets. He couldn’t make it today, so he asked me to buy some for him.”
“Oh, right, right! Me too. I also have a friend who asked me to pick some up for him.”
“…”
Chen Ke had set the tone, and the officers quickly found their excuses.
Some claimed they were buying for friends, others said their father-in-law had asked them to, and the excuses varied wildly. The common thread was that no one admitted they were buying for themselves.
After all, that afternoon, they had gathered and trashed the idea of buying lottery tickets, saying they were worthless. Words once spoken couldn’t be taken back.
The “I have a friend” excuse was clearly a cover, but they all tacitly agreed not to call each other out. In this situation, exposing someone else’s lie would mean exposing their own.
…
The next day.
At the police station.
Xu Mo’s office was unusually lively.
It wasn’t yet work hours, and taking advantage of the free time, several officers had come to Xu Mo’s office to ask him questions.
“Captain Xu, I heard you won a big prize?”
“Yeah, how did you know?” Xu Mo didn’t deny it and nodded.
“It’s all over the news. Seven million! Hard not to know,” Li Chen said, rubbing his hands nervously, looking like he had something more to say. “Captain Xu, I…”
Thinking Li Chen might be short on cash and looking to borrow some money before payday, Xu Mo reassured him.
“Whatever it is, just say it. If I can help, I will.”
The next moment, Li Chen pulled out a few crumpled lottery tickets from his pocket.
“Well, I have this friend… he really likes buying lottery tickets, but he’s never won anything. When he heard you won, he asked me to come and see if you could take a look at these tickets, see if there’s any chance of winning.”
After saying this, Li Chen glanced at his colleagues nearby and added, “It’s not me asking, by the way. It’s my friend. He asked me to ask you.”
Xu Mo: “…”
That “friend” is probably you, isn’t it? Xu Mo saw through it but didn’t call him out. “I don’t know much about lottery tickets either. I just bought a random set of numbers. I can’t tell if your friend’s tickets have any chance of winning.”
“Random numbers? Is that how you win?” Li Chen straightened up.
The other officers also perked up their ears.
Before Xu Mo could answer, there was a rapid knock on the office door.
The knocking was urgent.
“Captain Xu, we’ve got a case!”
Hearing this, Xu Mo immediately stood up, and the officers who had come to ask about lottery strategies quickly shifted their focus. The case came first.
As for lottery tips, they could ask later when things were less hectic.
Xu Mo walked to the door and opened it, looking at the officer who had knocked. “Go on.”
“Alright,” the officer continued. “We just got a report. A security guard at a mental hospital in the east district found a black plastic bag at the entrance. Inside the bag was a human head.”
“Also, there was a note at the scene.”
“A note? What did it say?” Xu Mo asked.
The officer’s expression darkened as he relayed the contents of the note: “Come and catch me if you can.”
He also showed Xu Mo the photos sent back from the scene.
This was a blatant provocation.
Leaving such a note at the scene showed that the perpetrator was not only arrogant but also a bit unhinged.
A normal criminal would try to erase all traces of their presence at the scene, leaving no evidence behind, let alone a note that taunted the police.
Leaving such a note would only anger the police, offering no benefit to the perpetrator. It was clearly a losing move.
Based on this, Xu Mo had already begun to suspect that the culprit might be a patient from the mental hospital.
He thought only a madman could do something like this.
Of course, this was just Xu Mo’s initial speculation based on the note. Whether it was true or not would require further investigation at the scene.
After all, there was also the possibility that someone left the note deliberately to mislead the police.
…
East District Mental Hospital.
Several police cars pulled up one after another.
Han Fei, Xu Mo, and the other officers got out of the cars.
The entrance had already been cordoned off by the hospital staff, and no one was allowed near it. The hospital director and some senior staff were waiting at the entrance for the police to arrive.
Seeing the police cars stop, the director and his team immediately stepped forward to greet them.
“Officers, we’ve sealed off the scene. No one has been allowed near it.”
The director understood the importance of preserving the scene.
“Good,” Han Fei nodded. “Take us to see it.”
“The security guard found the black plastic bag inside the hospital grounds, near the wall by the entrance. Follow me.”
The director led the officers to the wall behind the entrance and pointed to the black plastic bag lying by the base of the wall.
“This is the bag,” the director said, then gestured to a middle-aged man in a security uniform standing nearby. “Officers, this is the security guard who found the bag. Old Ding, tell the officers what happened.”
As soon as the director finished speaking, Old Ding turned to Han Fei and began recounting how he had discovered the black plastic bag.
“This morning, during my patrol, I noticed a plastic bag by the wall. At first, I thought it was just trash, so I went to pick it up and throw it in the bin. But as soon as I lifted it, I saw a pool of blood underneath. It scared me so much that I dropped the bag immediately. When it hit the ground, the bag opened, and I saw a human head inside… I called the police right away.”
After saying this, Old Ding glanced nervously at the black plastic bag. His expression made it clear that he had been deeply shaken by the discovery.
Xu Mo crouched beside the bag, put on gloves, and examined it.
“Can you tell the approximate time of death?” Han Fei asked.
Xu Mo shook his head, indicating it was impossible.
“With just a head, it’s hard to determine the exact time of death… But based on the state of the blood, I’d guess it wasn’t long ago, probably last night.”
Xu Mo looked at the security guard. “Did you notice anything unusual last night?”

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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.

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.”