"Five years ago, our police station had a case that has yet to be solved. Just now, Captain Xu came to my office to review the case files, and we discussed it. Captain Xu had an idea..."
Before Han Fei could finish speaking, the police officers were stunned. They looked at each other, unsure of what to say.
As they had expected, Captain Xu indeed had a lead on the case!
Even though the officers had considered this possibility earlier, they couldn't help but feel surprised when Han Fei actually revealed it.
It's worth noting that the two unsolved cases from back then were extremely difficult to crack, with no clear leads. The officers had spent months on them but still couldn't solve them.
The high difficulty of these cases even rendered Han Fei, an experienced senior detective, helpless.
However, it wasn't due to Han Fei or the other officers' incompetence. The police aren't gods, and without any usable clues at the crime scene, there's nothing they could do.
If anything, the culprit was just too cunning!
Nevertheless, no matter how cunning the culprit was, they wouldn't outsmart Captain Xu! The officers thought so.
"Everyone should be familiar with the details of that case, so I won't go over them. If anyone is unfamiliar, you can ask the senior officers at the station later."
Han Fei then took out a photograph and continued.
"Captain Xu suspects that the culprit is hiding in this photo. Earlier, Captain Xu and I went through it and marked the more suspicious individuals, totaling six. Now, what you need to do is to investigate the identities of these six people and bring them in."
After giving the instructions, Han Fei passed the photo around.
The officers immediately got to work.
At this moment, everyone had doubts. Why would Captain Xu believe that the culprit was hiding in the photo taken at the crime scene from back then?
Some senior officers were even more puzzled. Although it's possible for a culprit to return to the scene after committing a murder, when they initially investigated the case, they didn't find anything suspicious among the onlookers beyond the police tape.
When they received the photo passed by Han Fei, they still couldn't see why the individuals marked by Han Fei and Xu Mo were suspicious.
Shortly after, the officers had managed to find the records of the six individuals not yet marked out in the photo.
"Captain Han, Captain Xu, we've found the identities of these six people. This one has a criminal record; he served time for robbery and was recently released from prison in his hometown before coming to Ram City."
Following the officer's pointing direction, Han Fei noticed that the person with a criminal record mentioned by the officer was the same man in a hat that Xu Mo had pointed out to him earlier in the office.
After taking a closer look at the man's file, Han Fei's suspicions grew stronger.
The man's name was Yu Xiaofei. His parents tragically died in a car accident, leaving him without parental guidance. Because of financial difficulties, he resorted to a life of crime at a young age. He once robbed a woman, taking her phone, a diamond ring, and some cash.
"With a criminal record, that explains a lot... No wonder he's so familiar with how the police investigate cases, and no wonder there was no trace left at the scene." Han Fei muttered to himself.
Perfect crimes almost never exist.
But there are quite a few cases that come close to perfect crimes, and those who can commit such crimes fall into two categories.
The first category consists of those with naturally high intelligence, the so-called high-IQ criminals. These individuals often make their crimes almost flawless due to their intellectual superiority.
The second category is those who have a criminal history and haven't been completely reformed by their time in prison. The reason is that prisons house all kinds of people, and during idle moments, inmates often discuss their past crimes and complain about why they got caught.
Such individuals are generally very cautious when they reoffend, trying not to leave any clues behind. After all, they've been caught before, and with the insights gained from their prison discussions, they've learned from their mistakes.
"Huh? Captain Han, what did you say?"
"Never mind. Since we've identified their identities, go ahead and arrest them." Han Fei shook his head.
As usual, Yu Xiaofei, who appeared to be the primary suspect, was arrested personally by Han Fei and Xu Mo. The rest were assigned to other officers.
After dividing the tasks, the group immediately left the police station and set off separately to make the arrests.
Han Fei and Xu Mo, relying on the address documented in Yu Xiaofei's file, arrived at a crowded inner-city village.
Houses here were numerous and intricately arranged. Even with an address, it was difficult to locate a specific residence. Moreover, the population density here was very high, with most residents coming from less affluent families.
When they arrived, they saw a frantic deliveryman.
Clearly, the complex layout of the area had made it impossible for him to deliver his order based on the address from the delivery app.
Seeing the two men enter the village, the delivery guy, like a drowning man clutching at straws, hurried over to ask for directions.
"Hey, brothers, are you residents here? Where is No. 66, Lane 431? I've been going in circles and still can't find it. I'm already five minutes late."
Lane 431, No. 66? That was the exact address of Yu Xiaofei they were looking for. Xu Mo nodded and said, "Just give it to me. I ordered it."
"Huh?" the delivery guy was still a bit confused.
"Look at the order sheet. The customer's surname is Yu, right?"
The delivery guy checked and found it to be true, so he handed over the order to Xu Mo.
At the same time, he continuously apologized, "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to be late. I just started doing deliveries, and this is my first time here. It's so confusing; I've been looking for Lane 431 for ages."
"It's fine," Xu Mo took the delivery and shook his head, indicating it wasn’t a big deal.
"Really sorry for delaying your meal. Could you not give me a bad review? Just one bad review and my whole day’s efforts are wasted."
"Don’t worry; I definitely won’t give you a bad review!"
After all, this wasn't the meal Xu Mo had ordered. Whether it was late or not had nothing to do with him, and he wouldn't give a bad review anyway, even if he wanted to.
"Thanks, brother. You’re really kind. I hope you enjoy your meal. Goodbye." And with that, the delivery guy hurried off to deliver the next order.
Xu Mo lifted the takeout in his hand and swung it in front of Han Fei.
"What a coincidence. It looks like Yu Xiaofei's home, and judging by the takeout, he's likely waiting for it. We have our excuse to knock on the door now."
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?!
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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!
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.”
