No. 387, Hexi Road.
A long queue had already formed in front of this private museum.
News of the museum possessing the original manuscript of the last forty chapters of *Dream of the Red Chamber* written by Cao Xueqin had spread like wildfire, sparking the curiosity of countless literature enthusiasts.
The sheer number of people wanting to see the manuscript overwhelmed the museum's capacity, forcing visitors to line up outside.
The crowd was so large that it caused a traffic jam, completely blocking the entire road.
...
A police car pulled up at the intersection of Hexi Road.
The car could go no further; anyone wanting to proceed would have to get out and push through the crowd.
Han Fei had come alone, not bothering to call Xu Mo, as this wasn’t a big deal and didn’t require too many people.
After getting out of the car, Han Fei frowned as he looked at the familiar street before him.
He felt like he had been here before.
“Whatever, I’ve been to so many places. No point thinking about it,” Han Fei muttered to himself, shaking his head. As a police officer, his job required him to travel all over, so it wasn’t unusual for streets to look familiar.
In fact, if Han Fei had taken a closer look at the surroundings and thought about it, he would have realized that the private museum on this street was actually owned by Xu Mo.
But Han Fei didn’t dwell on it, as his priority was to push through the crowd and investigate the situation at the museum.
“Excuse me, excuse me! I’m a police officer. I suspect this private museum is involved in false advertising. I need to check it out,” Han Fei said as he squeezed through the crowd, trying to use his status as an officer to get through faster.
However, as soon as he said this, someone nearby sneered.
“Hah, another one. In the past few minutes, seven or eight people have used that excuse to cut in line. Have you no shame?”
“Seriously, what’s with all these people pretending to be cops? Do you think we’re that gullible?”
“Yeah, do you think we’re stupid? This trick is so bad even a dog would shake its head. Go to the back of the line like everyone else!”
Even worse, a shifty-eyed man sidled up to Han Fei and whispered,
“Buddy, this trick doesn’t work. I already tried it, and they wouldn’t let me cut in line. Just get in line behind me, okay? Don’t try to jump ahead.”
Han Fei: “???”
I’m really a police officer!
To prove his identity, he pulled out his police badge and pressed a button on his car key.
A moment later, the police car parked not far away flashed its lights.
“I’m really a police officer. I’m not lying.”
As he said this, Han Fei turned to the shifty-eyed man.
“Did you just say you pretended to be a police officer to cut in line?”
The man: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ
Talk about bad luck—pretending to be a cop in front of an actual cop!
After seeing Han Fei’s badge and the flashing police car, the crowd immediately believed him and made way for him without a word.
Fortunately, Han Fei was in a hurry to investigate, and the man hadn’t done anything serious—he just wanted to cut in line—so Han Fei let it slide.
After giving the man a stern warning, Han Fei continued pushing forward, explaining his purpose as he went. With his badge in hand, he soon reached the middle of the road. Just a couple hundred meters ahead was the private museum.
From here, Han Fei could already see the museum’s entrance.
With just one glance, he recognized it—it was Xu Mo’s private museum!
Han Fei froze.
If the museum belonged to someone else, Han Fei would have assumed it was a scam, a gimmick to lure people in and make money off ticket sales.
After all, most scholars and experts agree that the last forty chapters of *Dream of the Red Chamber* have been lost forever. How could they suddenly reappear out of nowhere?
But if the museum belonged to Xu Mo, that changed everything.
The longer Han Fei had known Xu Mo, the more he realized how enigmatic Xu Mo was. Xu Mo was a man of mystery, someone who seemed capable of achieving the impossible.
If Xu Mo said he had the original manuscript of the last forty chapters of *Dream of the Red Chamber*... it wasn’t entirely out of the question!
Han Fei didn’t overthink it. Instead, he immediately pulled out his phone and called Xu Mo.
“Xu Mo, do you have the last forty chapters of *Dream of the Red Chamber*?” Han Fei asked as soon as the call connected.
“Yeah,” Xu Mo replied without hesitation. “Did you see the file I sent you? Pretty exciting, right?”
“What file? What are you talking about? Are we talking about the same thing?”
“The file I sent you this morning. The photos in it are of the last forty chapters. Didn’t you say your father-in-law was a fan? That’s why I took the photos and sent them to you. Wait... you didn’t even look at the file?”
Xu Mo’s reminder jogged Han Fei’s memory. Xu Mo had indeed sent him a file earlier that morning and even stopped by his office to remind him to check it out.
But Han Fei had completely forgotten about it and hadn’t opened the file.
“The file you sent me is the last forty chapters of *Dream of the Red Chamber*?”
“Yeah.”
“Hold on a second...”
Han Fei moved the phone away from his ear and opened WeChat to access the file Xu Mo had sent him.
When he opened it, he saw a series of photos.
The pages in the photos were slightly yellowed, clearly aged. The title on the first page read: Chapter 81...
Han Fei: “!!!”
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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.
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
