The seven-year-old cold case had finally come to a close, and the murderer, Wang Yi, had finally been brought to justice.
The system notification chimed once again.
"You have successfully apprehended the criminal. Reward obtained: Criminal Detection Radar."
Criminal Detection Radar: The host can lock onto all criminals within a 50-meter radius (the range increases by one meter for each criminal apprehended).
This reward isn't bad... Xu Mo couldn't help but think.
At first glance, the ability to lock onto all criminals within a 50-meter radius seemed rather ordinary. After all, criminals would naturally avoid police officers, and no criminal would be foolish enough to approach one willingly.
However, the key was that the range could expand as more criminals were apprehended, making it a growth-type skill. That made it quite impressive.
Xu Mo even wondered if, one day, when he had apprehended enough criminals, the range could cover his entire jurisdiction.
At that point, whenever a criminal appeared in his jurisdiction, he wouldn’t even need to think about how to solve the case. He could simply drive over, pick up the criminal, and bring them straight to the police station—precision apprehension!
As soon as the case was resolved, Xu Mo notified the woman who had traveled all the way to their police station to seek his help in solving the case.
Upon learning that the person who had brutally murdered her husband and daughter had finally been brought to justice, she immediately rushed to the police station.
When she arrived, she even brought a commemorative banner, which she presented to Xu Mo.
"Detective Xu, thank you... thank you," the woman said, wiping away tears as she expressed her gratitude.
Seven years had passed, and the murderer was finally facing the consequences of the law!
She felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted from her heart. Emotions like excitement and relief intertwined, leaving her momentarily at a loss for words to express her gratitude.
All she could do was express her thanks through action, presenting Xu Mo with the banner she had custom-made on her way to the station.
Meanwhile, the local police officers also began discussing the case.
"Xu Mo actually solved this case! Wow, how long did it take him?"
"I heard from Captain Li that Xu Mo only asked one question when he visited the prison, and Wang Yi confessed immediately!"
"Just one question? No way! When we interrogated Wang Yi, we practically wore out our lips trying to get him to talk, and he still didn't confess."
"Do you think I’d lie to you? If you don’t believe me, go ask Captain Li yourself!"
"He’s truly a legend in the police system. You have to admit, Xu Mo really has some skills."
"Some skills? This case had been stalled for seven years, and no one could crack it. Xu Mo shows up, and it’s solved immediately. You call that just 'some skills'?"
"No wonder colleagues in the system call him 'Detective Xu.' At first, I thought the title was a bit exaggerated, but now it seems well-deserved."
"..."
With the case resolved, Xu Mo, Han Fei, and the others quickly bid farewell to the local police and returned to their own jurisdiction.
During their absence, the police station had received no new reports, and it just so happened to be the end of the workday.
So, after returning to the station and tidying up a bit, everyone headed home.
The next day.
Xu Mo’s Criminal Detection Radar came in handy.
After parking his car, Xu Mo went to a nearby bun shop to buy some breakfast to take back to the station.
Unexpectedly, the Criminal Detection Radar sent out an alert at that moment.
A long-haired, scruffy-looking man named Su XX, standing right in front of him, was a thief specializing in stealing electric bikes. He had stolen over a hundred bikes!
Thanks to the radar’s ability, Xu Mo’s gaze instantly locked onto the man. Xu Mo tapped the man on the shoulder from behind.
"Hey, buddy..."
The long-haired man turned around impatiently. "What do you want?"
In the next second, Xu Mo pulled out the handcuffs from his belt and, without a word, snapped one cuff onto the man’s wrist.
Long-haired man: "???"
Bystanders: "???"
After a brief moment of confusion, the long-haired man realized something was wrong and immediately tried to escape. Although one of his hands was cuffed, he wasn’t too worried. Once he got away, he had plenty of ways to remove the handcuff.
Having stolen hundreds of electric bikes, lock-picking was an essential skill for him. With the right tools, he could unlock the handcuffs in five seconds.
However, Xu Mo was no pushover either. Escaping from him was no easy feat.
Xu Mo dashed forward, blocking the man’s path, and with a swift move, he pinned the man to the ground. He then grabbed the other half of the handcuffs and secured the man’s other wrist.
"Stay down!"
After cuffing the man, Xu Mo pulled out his police badge and explained the situation to the crowd gathered around the breakfast shop.
"I’m an officer from the nearby police station. This guy’s a thief—he’s stolen a lot of electric bikes..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd began murmuring among themselves.
"So he’s a police officer... No wonder he just pulled out handcuffs like that."
"This guy’s the one stealing electric bikes? I lost one last month near here—was it you?"
"My bike was stolen just two days ago. Damn it, so it was you!"
The breakfast shop owner also joined in.
"I knew there was a thief around here! My electric bike was stolen a while back. I locked the rear wheel to a tree, and when I finished selling breakfast and went to pack up, all that was left was the wheel!"
"Officer, you did a great job catching him!"
"Yeah, these social parasites should’ve been caught a long time ago! They’ve got hands and feet—why don’t they work instead of stealing? Disgusting."
"..."
Once the situation became clear, the crowd began praising Xu Mo.
Those who had had their bikes stolen were especially furious, almost wanting to kick the cuffed long-haired man a few times.
The man had clearly angered the crowd. If it weren’t for Xu Mo standing by his side, the enraged bystanders might have beaten him to death.
"Officer, these buns and soy milk are on me. Take them back to the station and share them with your colleagues," the breakfast shop owner generously offered, handing Xu Mo a large bag of buns and soy milk.
Xu Mo naturally declined. As a police officer, he didn’t want to take anything from the public. He shook his head, refusing the owner’s kindness, and pulled out his phone to scan the payment code.
"We have rules—we can’t take things for free. How much do I owe you? I’ll pay."
As soon as he said this, the owner quickly put away the QR code, adamantly refusing to accept payment.
The bystanders were moved by the owner’s generosity. In this day and age, such kind-hearted shop owners were rare! Everyone started ordering more breakfast to support the shop.
"Boss, you’re so generous. Give me 200 meat buns—I’ll take them to my coworkers."
"I’ll take 100!"
"Pack me 200 as well—any filling is fine! If you don’t have enough, just sell me the flour!"
"You all want buns? Then I’ll take the fried dough sticks. Boss, I’ll take all the fried dough sticks you have left!"
In no time, the shop’s limited supply of buns and fried dough sticks was completely sold out. Some people even started eyeing other items in the shop.
"Boss, your broom looks nice. I like it. How about you sell it to me for 200?"
"..."

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?"

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

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.”

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!