Not long after, Han Fei arrived at the police station.
Seeing that almost all the officers were sitting at their desks, completely engrossed in something, Han Fei felt quite pleased.
He almost instinctively assumed that everyone was studying past case files, learning from experience, or perhaps gaining knowledge through other means.
Han Fei thought to himself that the officers under his command were finally taking things seriously and finally had some initiative!
After all, in the past, when the officers first arrived at the station in the morning, they would usually be smoking and chatting, only returning to their desks when it was time to start work—provided they didn’t have any active cases, of course.
When there was a case, the officers would never behave like this; they knew what was important.
“Did I walk into the wrong place? What’s going on? Did the sun rise from the west today? Everyone’s so focused?” Han Fei said as he walked up behind one of the officers. “Studying past case files?”
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Fei saw the officer look at him with a panicked expression and quickly put away his phone.
It was the classic look of someone caught slacking off by their boss.
Not just this officer, but the others also looked up at Han Fei in unison, then hurriedly stashed their phones away.
Although the officer had put his phone away quickly, Han Fei still caught a glimpse of the screen—he was playing a game. Only then did Han Fei realize that, good grief, these officers weren’t studying cases or learning anything at all. They were just playing games.
Han Fei’s face immediately darkened.
He had been too optimistic about his team of seasoned slackers!
But then again, it made sense. It wasn’t yet work hours, and the station didn’t have any pressing cases at the moment. It was no surprise that these veterans weren’t seriously studying cases or proactively learning.
Seeing the officers’ fearful expressions as they looked at him, Han Fei suddenly wondered if he had been too harsh on them, making everyone so afraid of him.
Han Fei wanted to change that. He wanted to get along better with his team.
“It’s fine, go ahead and play. There’s still some time before work starts. What game are you playing?”
As soon as he finished speaking, the officer shook his head like a rattle drum. “I wasn’t playing anything!”
“I saw it! What do you mean, ‘not playing’? Are you afraid I’ll ask you to play with me again? Think I’m too bad at it?” Han Fei’s face turned stern.
A long time ago, Han Fei had also been obsessed with gaming for a while.
Back then, the police station wasn’t as busy as it was now. It was quite laid-back, so the officers had plenty of free time, clocking in and out on the dot, with no overtime.
Every day after work, Han Fei would ask the officers to play games with him, but he was so bad at it that no one wanted to team up with him.
To avoid having to play with Han Fei, the officers had practically clawed their way up to the highest rank in the game, claiming that their ranks didn’t match and they couldn’t play together.
After that, Han Fei quit gaming altogether because no one would play with him, and he couldn’t win on his own…
“No, no!” the officer quickly denied, throwing in a flattering comment. “How could I think you’re bad? Your gaming skills are the best I’ve ever seen, Captain Han!”
With that, he pulled out his phone and started enthusiastically recommending the game he was playing to Han Fei.
Compared to other games on the market, this one had great graphics and wasn’t too competitive, making it perfect for older players like Han Fei or those with slower reflexes.
The officer had only recommended the game as a formality, expecting Han Fei to brush it off since he had quit gaming long ago. Even if he recommended a new game, Han Fei probably wouldn’t be interested.
But to the officer’s surprise, after hearing the pitch, Han Fei immediately became intrigued.
Nice graphics, not too competitive—this game seemed perfect for him! Han Fei thought to himself.
“This game sounds interesting. I’ll download it later, and you can play with me after work tonight.” Han Fei glanced at the clock on the wall. “There’s still ten minutes before work starts. Don’t play anymore after that.”
…
The morning passed quickly.
The police station still hadn’t received any urgent cases by midday.
During lunch and the short break afterward, Han Fei downloaded the game the officer had recommended and started playing.
Once he started, he was hooked.
So much so that Han Fei, who usually needed a cigarette after lunch every day, didn’t go out to smoke today. Instead, he spent the entire time playing the game—not just by himself, but also dragging a few officers into it.
Xu Mo was completely baffled.
What was going on? Even the “old-timer” Han Fei was obsessed with this game?
The game’s appeal was way too broad!
But even so, Xu Mo still underestimated just how popular the game was.
Since its release, barely twenty to thirty hours ago, downloads across major app stores had already surpassed fifty million and were still skyrocketing.
And that was just the domestic data—overseas numbers hadn’t even been tallied yet!
Moreover, the game’s ability to generate revenue was shockingly strong.
Nine out of ten players were spending money on it, with half being light spenders and the other half being heavy spenders, contributing significantly to the game’s income.
After slacking off a bit during the break, Han Fei finally put his phone down when work resumed in the afternoon.
At 1 p.m., the police station received a report.
A farmer in the outskirts had discovered a body in an abandoned well outside his yard.
After receiving the report, the officers rushed to the scene.
The farmer had noticed a strong smell of decay coming from the well and, upon looking down, was horrified to find a body inside. He immediately called the police.
When the officers arrived at the scene, they quickly retrieved the body from the well.
Xu Mo put on gloves and stepped forward to examine the body.
“The victim is male. His face has been deliberately disfigured, making identification impossible. He appears to be between 32 and 35 years old. The cause of death is severe bleeding from stab wounds, not drowning.” Xu Mo pointed to several obvious knife wounds on the victim’s lower back.
“Time of death is approximately three days ago. When the body was retrieved, it was face down. He was killed and then thrown into the well.”
“The victim is about 185 centimeters tall and weighs around 170 pounds. The killer is likely a local resident—no one would choose to dump a body in an unfamiliar area. Additionally, there’s more than one perpetrator, and they probably had a vehicle. Otherwise, it would’ve been difficult to transport the body to the well and discard it.”
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?"
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.”
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
