After a period of waiting,
Boss Hu's brother-in-law, along with several top executives of the company, arrived.
These were the very people who had been involved in the construction of the Binjiang Bridge. Among those still working at the company, only these high-ranking individuals remained.
As for the construction workers from back then, most had retired due to old age and inability to perform physically demanding tasks.
Over twenty years had passed, and the construction company had long since lost contact with the workers who had participated in building the Binjiang Bridge.
Once everyone had arrived, Han Fei stood up and spoke.
"Gentlemen, we've called you here to gather some information. Please come with us."
Hearing this, the group was visibly confused but nodded in compliance, following the officers out.
Xu Mo wanted to say something but ultimately chose to remain silent.
Through his Criminal Detection Radar, he could clearly tell that the people standing before him had not committed the crime of murder and hiding a body.
The skeleton discovered inside the Binjiang Bridge's pier had nothing to do with them. The culprit behind that homicide from years ago was someone else entirely.
In Xu Mo's eyes, interrogations were unnecessary. Bringing these people in would only waste time, as they knew nothing.
However, he couldn't think of a suitable excuse to dissuade Han Fei from questioning them, so he simply stayed quiet.
Back at the police station, Han Fei separated the individuals and interrogated them one by one.
The first to be questioned was Boss Hu's brother-in-law.
In the interrogation room,
Xu Mo leaned back in his chair, appearing somewhat disengaged at first glance.
Han Fei noticed Xu Mo's demeanor but didn't comment. Instead, he pulled out a photo taken at the scene and placed it in front of the man, whose body had been drained by indulgence, with heavy dark circles under his eyes. Han Fei observed the man's expression as he spoke.
"We found a body inside a pier of the Binjiang Bridge where the concrete had crumbled. The body was hidden there during the pier's construction..."
The man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head frantically.
"A body?! You're not suspecting me of killing someone, are you? No, no, this has nothing to do with me! I had no idea there was a body in the pier!"
Though the man looked panicked, Han Fei could tell he wasn't lying.
His nervousness was likely due to the shock of being suspected in a murder case—something that would unsettle anyone.
Han Fei was slightly unsure and glanced at Xu Mo, his "human lie detector."
"Captain Han, he's telling the truth. This case has nothing to do with him," Xu Mo responded, meeting Han Fei's gaze.
With his Criminal Detection Radar, Xu Mo could detect any crimes committed by individuals within a certain range.
The body in the pier had no connection to the man before him, something Xu Mo already knew without the need for interrogation.
With Xu Mo's confirmation, Han Fei was certain the body had nothing to do with the man and prepared to let him go.
However, just as the man thought he was cleared and ready to leave the station, Xu Mo spoke up again.
"Captain Han, don't be too quick to release him. While the body has nothing to do with this guy, that doesn't mean he hasn't committed other illegal acts."
Han Fei looked puzzled, unsure what Xu Mo was referring to.
The next moment, Xu Mo walked over to the man, scrutinizing him before saying,
"Those heavy dark circles, the way your legs wobble when you walk—clearly a result of overindulgence. And that lingering scent of massage oil... you've practically marinated in it. You must have frequented massage parlors quite often, huh?"
The man: "???"
How the hell could he tell?
Even though Xu Mo had seen through him, the man still shook his head, stubbornly denying it. "No way! I've never done anything illegal!"
Xu Mo waved the man's phone, which had been confiscated before he entered the interrogation room.
"Do you want me to check your transaction records and chat history?"
At this, the man immediately thought of his conversations with several familiar madams.
"Xilai Lamp 318, send over a young lady."
"Xilai Lamp 409, same lady as last time."
"Xilai Lamp 207, the usual."
"316, the usual."
"..."
There were hundreds of similar messages. If Xu Mo went through his phone, he'd be done for.
Realizing this, the man quickly caved.
"Alright... Officer, I confess. I did lose control once, just once! I'm guilty, punish me! Oh, and Officer... could you not inform my family about this?"
"Just once?" Xu Mo narrowed his eyes.
"Uh... twice!"
"Hmm?"
"Three times, three times! That's it, really!"
"..."
Boss Hu's brother-in-law had no other vices, so his illegal activities were limited to this—just with a high frequency.
Next, Han Fei and Xu Mo interrogated the others who had been involved in the Binjiang Bridge project.
The results were similar: none of them knew about the body in the pier. The homicide from twenty years ago had nothing to do with them.
However, while these individuals hadn't been involved in the murder, they had all committed crimes of varying degrees.
In the end, not a single one of them left the police station; they were all detained for their illegal activities.
The least severe case was Boss Hu's brother-in-law. While he had broken the law, his offenses were minor compared to the others.
As for the rest, their crimes were far more serious.
There were cases of extortion, kidnapping, threats, and even hiring thugs to assault others.
By the end of the interrogations, Han Fei was stunned.
What had started as an attempt to solve a murder case had instead led Xu Mo to uncover multiple other crimes: extortion, kidnapping, assault-for-hire, and more.
Was this the so-called "planting flowers without success, yet inadvertently growing a forest"?
"You have successfully apprehended a criminal. Reward: 100,000 yuan; Criminal Detection Radar range increased by one meter (current range: 120 meters)."
"You have successfully apprehended a criminal. Reward: 500,000 yuan; Criminal Detection Radar range increased by one meter (current range: 121 meters)."
"You have successfully apprehended a criminal. Reward: 1,000,000 yuan; Criminal Detection Radar range increased by one meter (current range: 122 meters)."
"You have successfully apprehended a criminal. Reward: 1,000,000 yuan; Criminal Detection Radar range increased by one meter (current range: 123 meters)."
"..."
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?"
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.”
