There were still a pile of matters to handle and discuss afterward.
Higher-ups needed to deliberate on whether hypnosis could be incorporated into routine interrogations.
After tasting success, everyone had begun to harbor some small, ambitious thoughts.
While most cases wouldn’t require hypnosis, it proved highly effective against stubborn individuals and tight-lipped criminals.
It was even better than a lie detector.
A lie detector could only determine with high probability whether someone was lying but couldn’t extract core secrets during interrogation.
Moreover,
this method could also be used against some "small tigers" to uncover more about the flow of illicit funds—or even compel them to return the money under hypnosis.
...
Meanwhile,
Young Master Cao returned to the eco-park and postponed the commercialization of life-extending research.
Just because it wouldn’t be commercialized for now didn’t mean it wouldn’t be used—or that it would never be commercialized.
Humanity would eventually set its sights on the stars.
In the grand timeline of the universe, a few decades were nothing.
So,
it was merely a temporary pause; research would continue.
On the other hand, research into curing various diseases was prioritized.
Old Deng had disrupted Young Master Cao’s rhythm this time, but it didn’t affect his overall plans.
...
By evening, Cao Cheng returned home.
He scooped up the wobbly little "gas tank" (his toddler) and basked in the warmth of family.
"Gaga, gaga..."
The child, just over a year old, was starting to babble—though not clearly, and not all words yet.
"Mommy" and "Daddy" hadn’t come, but "brother" had, albeit imperfectly pronounced.
Cao Cheng planted a noisy kiss on the little one, his slight stubble making the toddler giggle and squirm, tiny hands pushing at his face… while Young Master Cao only nuzzled closer.
Ren's mother watched with amusement and remarked, "You’re getting married by the end of the year. If you like kids so much, you can have one of your own soon."
Have a child?
Cao Cheng pondered. He wasn’t opposed—having lived two lives, he’d had sons, daughters, even grandchildren before.
But this time,
things might be different.
A man with cheats couldn’t possibly settle for another century of mundane existence, right?
Just look at the women around him already.
Deciding who would bear his children—and who wouldn’t—was going to be a headache.
Tang Xin turned a blind eye to his escapades, but Young Master Cao couldn’t afford to be too reckless.
He had to consider Tang Xin and their future children.
...
Late at night,
Second Sister returned home exhausted.
But after freshening up, she slipped into Young Master Cao’s room in nothing but a robe.
Hmph!
Cao Cheng opened the door drowsily, took one look at her, and turned away with a petulant sniff.
No trust left?
Why bother coming?
Second Sister knew he’d be like this—always stubborn, and now with justification, he’d milk it for all it was worth.
She closed the door,
let the robe slide off, revealing a brand-new limited-edition lingerie set.
At over 1.75 meters tall, she nearly burst the seams—after all, Young Master Cao had bought the smallest size…
If not for the quality, it wouldn’t have survived.
Cao Cheng gave her a sidelong glance. Fine, forgiven.
What could he say? He was softhearted by nature.
Second Sister, knowing she’d misspoken earlier, was extra accommodating…
Neither mentioned the case.
...
Unbeknownst to them,
a shadow lingered outside the door late into the night, listening intently before retreating with trembling steps.
Morning came without incident.
By noon,
Cao Cheng lay staring at the ceiling.
Three reflections of self-reproach:
Blame the system.
Blame Second Sister.
Second Sister had a crit-rate buff—her emotions always packed an extra punch.
And the closer the relationship, the harder the hit.
This round hadn’t matched the Guo Yi (Guo Yu) brothers’ level, but it wasn’t far off.
So,
really, it wasn’t Young Master Cao’s fault. The system was the shameless one, dangling temptations to lead him astray.
Human nature?
Never withstands trials.
Might as well blame the system.
...
After washing up,
he found the house empty.
Off to work or meetings, everyone was gone.
He had to admire Second Sister’s stamina—
leaving at 4 a.m., only to report for duty again that morning.
Luckily, it was just case wrap-up, nothing too taxing.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Young Master Cao,
in a Zhonghai office building,
a woman received news.
"Hypnosis?"
Shen Xinran frowned at the message, then dialed a number.
"Uncle, you said Guo Yi was successfully hypnotized and confessed to the entire case?"
"Correct."
The man’s voice was grave. "The report from the city bureau came in this morning. I recall you once tried hypnosis on him during counseling but failed?"
"..."
Her face darkened.
"Uncle, are you trying to provoke me? Why bring up old wounds?"
"Hah!"
He chuckled. "Xinran, I’m not mocking you. But you did say Guo Yi was highly intelligent, trained in psychology—maybe even hypnosis—and too guarded to crack."
She had said that.
And it was true.
She wouldn’t claim to be the world’s top hypnotist,
but she was no amateur either.
If she declared someone unhypnotizable, she couldn’t believe anyone else had succeeded.
Hypnosis required specific conditions.
Even truth serum wouldn’t work on trained professionals—psychology experts or hypnotists.
Such was the power and resilience of human consciousness.
How much of the brain do we truly understand?
How much of our genes and cells?
Over 90% remains a mystery.
Breaking a suspect with ironclad defenses? Nearly impossible.
"Uncle,"
she said after a pause, "can you share the hypnosis records with me?"
"Against protocol."
"Uncle—"
Shen Xinran wheedled, "I’m part of the bureau’s special consultants. For cases like this, I have clearance to review files. Since it’s solved, I should have access."
"True," he conceded, "but it’s not closed yet. Complications arose—possible schizophrenia. Even with evidence, sentencing will be tricky. So, it’s still classified."
"Schizophrenia?"
She frowned.
Guo Yi had shown no such signs during their sessions.
Just a shrewd, high-IQ suspect.
She’d even doubted his guilt—his eyes lacked the coldness of a serial killer.
How could someone who slaughtered so many "kun" remain so calm and composed?
Even if it's an act, occasional slips are inevitable.
Yet,
Shen Xinran had spoken with him for so long and even conducted hypnosis without detecting any signs that he might be the killer.
Nor did she notice any symptoms of schizophrenia.
This...
"Uncle, I want to join the task force."
"The case is already solved," came the surprised reply.
Shen Xinran snorted. "Didn't you say it wasn’t officially closed yet? There’s still cleanup work to do. I can help with that—I was already involved before, and Ren Fanxing and I worked well together."
"Fine, if you insist, I’ll ask for you."
"Uncle, do you have the hypnotist’s information? Are they part of the task force too?"
"I don’t know. I haven’t looked into the details yet. Just go to the municipal bureau and ask. Call me if you run into any issues."
"Thanks, Uncle."
Shen Xinran changed her outfit and left the office immediately.
She told the receptionist to clock out early.
Then she postponed all her appointments for the next few days.
For those unwilling to reschedule, she issued refunds.
...
Half an hour later.
Shen Xinran zipped over to the municipal bureau in her sports car.
Along the way, young officers couldn’t help but glance her way.
This girl was... radiantly fair.
Like, glowing fair, you know?
Her pale yellow dress ended mid-thigh,
with no stockings to accentuate her legs.
Yet, their flawless shape was undeniable.
Stockings, after all, are meant to conceal imperfections—not everyone has perfect legs, and minor flaws are common.
But this girl?
From head to toe, front to back, she exuded perfection.
She was slender,
but not gaunt.
Her calves were delicate, her thighs shapely.
A knockout!
The bureau had its share of beauties, but only one or two were truly eye-catching.
This newcomer instantly rivaled Ren Fanxing.
The rhythmic click of her short heels was like music.
The most obvious takeaway?
A beautiful woman’s footsteps sound like a melody, harmonious as nature itself.
As for the less attractive...
Well, who even notices them, right?
...
Soon, Shen Xinran found the supervisor and explained her situation.
Given the schizophrenia angle, a psychological expert was indeed needed for follow-up.
Besides, with Shen Xinran’s background...
it wasn’t like they could refuse.
A win-win.
Plus, they couldn’t keep relying on Cao Cheng—he was the city’s richest man, not a full-time detective.
And since he’d already helped crack the case, it’d be too much to ask him to handle the aftermath too.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
