Hearing the sound of the door opening from outside, the officers could only think one thing—Captain Xu is truly a genius.
He predicted that the murderer would return to the scene, and sure enough, the murderer really did return!
With a creaking sound, the dilapidated door was pushed open from outside.
Beneath the moonlight, the officers saw a somewhat thin young man carrying a bag of cigarettes and alcohol entering the room.
The man reeked of alcohol, clearly drunk, his mental state poor. He even attempted to have a conversation with the corpse: "Juanjuan, I've bought the alcohol back, did you miss me?"
"I missed you. I even thought about having you come down to keep me company. Will you come and join me?" A chilling voice of a woman echoed in the room.
This was the voice Xu Mo produced by pinching his throat.
Not only did he want to legally punish this deranged murderer, but he also wanted to scare him a bit.
Hearing this eerie ghostly voice coming from the room, the man sobered up instantly, terrified, and his body went limp, collapsing to the ground.
The shopping bag he was carrying fell, its contents of cigarettes and alcohol spilling everywhere.
He wanted to run, but his legs were so weak that he couldn't muster any strength; he couldn't even stand, let alone run.
"Come down and keep me company!" The room again echoed with a frantic female voice.
In the next moment, the man simply rolled his eyes and fainted.
Seeing this, Xu Mo decided not to hide anymore. He stood up, turned on the lights in the room, and directed the officers: "Take him away! He can't even take a scare, fainting after just two sentences. I wanted to torment this pervert a bit longer."
The officers took a few photos at the scene and collected some biological evidence left behind before finally taking the murderer and the victim's body downstairs.
Meanwhile, Xu Mo also made a phone call to Han Fei.
"Captain Han, we caught the murderer. Are you done over there?"
"Already caught? Then you go back first and interrogate him." Han Fei wasn't particularly surprised that Xu Mo had caught the murderer so quickly.
After all, Xu Mo's efficiency was always that high. This was just another typical day for Xu Mo, something Han Fei had long grown accustomed to.
"Aren't you coming back with us?" Xu Mo asked.
"I'm still early here." Han Fei sighed: "The conflict in this family is quite serious. Their son really deserves a thrashing; no wonder his dad got so angry that he even broke his belt... Forget it, forget it, I won't talk about this anymore. Hang up, you take the guy back and interrogate him. I still need to mediate their family disputes."
Hearing Han Fei say this, Xu Mo didn't think about waiting for him anymore. Instead, he took the officers, the murderer, and the victim's body back to the police station.
At that moment, the time had just turned twelve.
Glancing at the time on his phone screen, Wang Dachuan sighed.
"Exactly midnight. We still couldn't crack four criminal cases in one day, so I can't brag to my colleagues on the way home on weekdays."
"Is it impossible to brag just because we cracked three criminal cases in one day? Who can break the record of three criminal cases solved by our police station in one day?" Chen Ke countered: "Moreover, the time we spent on all four cases didn't exceed 24 hours. If you want to say, it's technically four cases solved in one day."
"You're right!" Wang Dachuan nodded emphatically after hearing this.
Anyway, the total time for the four solved cases didn't exceed 24 hours, and less than 24 hours is still one day. So I can still brag about it when I see colleagues on the way home weekdays!
...
Police Station.
After bringing the unconscious murderer into the interrogation room and placing him on the interrogation chair, Xu Mo pinched his philtrum to wake him up.
Upon waking up, the man's first reaction was to scream.
"Ghosts, ghosts!"
"Shut up! Where are the ghosts? This is the police station!" Xu Mo shouted sternly.
After surveying the surroundings and confirming that this was indeed the police station, the man felt slightly reassured.
He subconsciously believed that the police station was the safest place, capable of warding off all dangers.
To get the police officers to protect him, the man completely confessed all the crimes he had committed.
Originally, he and the victim had been a couple, but due to various reasons, they broke up. Unable to accept the reality, one day while drunk, the man broke into his ex-girlfriend's home and brutally murdered her, after which he uploaded the video online, indirectly leading to his arrest.
After organizing the man's confession into a record, Xu Mo left the interrogation room. The interrogation was over, and his work was done. The rest wasn't his responsibility; other officers would handle it.
"You successfully captured the murderer and received a reward—Gold Medal Lecturer."
The effect of the Gold Medal Lecturer is that whenever someone gives a lecture, they receive monetary rewards. The more people who listen and the longer the lecture, the more wealth gained.
...
The next day, when Xu Mo arrived at the police station, he noticed everyone looking at him strangely.
Initially, Xu Mo was puzzled; he didn't understand why they were looking at him like that.
But soon, he figured it out.
The fact that he led the officers to solve four criminal cases within twenty-four hours had spread throughout the police system, and even the higher-ups had taken note.
After a meeting, the higher-ups unanimously believed that holding Xu Mo back at a small branch in Ram City was a waste of his talent. He was made for a bigger stage.
The place where he could truly shine wasn't at the police station but at the Police Academy!
That was the cradle of outstanding police officers. It would be the best choice to directly send Xu Mo there to teach students.
After all, if Xu Mo stayed at the Ram City Police Station, he could only combat crime within their jurisdiction. But sending Xu Mo to the Police Academy was a whole different story.
He could teach at the Police Academy, imparting his crime-solving ideas and techniques. In turn, the Police Academy could continuously send students armed with Xu Mo's techniques to police stations across the country.
The efficiency of fighting crime would undoubtedly increase.
"That's the situation. The higher-ups want you to go to the Police Academy to be a teacher, no, to be a professor. They'll also grant you the title of honorary president of the Police Academy, and your rank will be upgraded—you're no longer just a small police officer." After relaying the higher-ups' decision to Xu Mo, Han Fei patted Xu Mo's shoulder, looking somewhat reluctant.
Xu Mo suddenly reached out a hand toward Han Fei. Han Fei instinctively thought Xu Mo also didn't want to leave him or the other officers at the station, wanting to give one last hug before leaving.
So he opened his arms: "I know you don't want to leave me, nor do you want to leave our brothers at the station. But there's no feast without ends, and with such convenient transportation now, we'll still see each other in the future."
"You're being ridiculous... I just wanted to grab the cigarette behind you. Who wants to hug? It's absurd for two grown men to hug." Xu Mo reached past Han Fei, grabbed half a pack of cigarettes from the table behind him, lit one for himself, and then lit one for Han Fei.
"True, it would be odd for us to hug each other." Han Fei chuckled: "Let's just bid farewell with a cigarette."
"In fact, being a professor at the Police Academy is pretty good and better than staying here. Passing on your crime-solving techniques to the academy students will mold them into the backbone force against crime in the future."
"I look forward to the day when your students are everywhere. If any of your students come to our police station, I can brag: The famous detective professor used to be a small police officer under my tutelage. Hahaha."
Xu Mo couldn't help but nod in agreement.
Being a professor at the Police Academy and eventually having students all over the world sounded quite appealing...

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.”

g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!

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!

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"