It wasn't long before a commotion came from outside. I thought it was the hotel manager being brought in, but Wang Dali craned his neck and said, "Team Leader Sao is taking Black Fatty and that girl away."
Huang Xiaotao said, "The victim was dressed so revealingly, she must have had a relationship with the murderer, right?"
"We can't just speculate, let me confirm it." After saying that, I took a deep breath.
I was a virgin, asking me to examine the private parts of a corpse that had been dead for seven days made me feel a bit reluctant. But since there was no medical examiner in Huang Xiaotao's task force, it meant I had to take on all the functions of a medical examiner. I had no choice but to go to hell!
Seeing my hesitation, Huang Xiaotao said, "Let Xiao Zhou take a look, he has more experience."
Xiao Zhou waved his hands desperately: "I studied criminal investigation and identification, I don't do autopsies, no autopsies!"
"Fine, I'll take a look, it's no big deal." I said and then separated the victim's legs. The people around me retreated one after another. I bent down, plucked up my courage and used my fingers to separate that area.
I don't want to describe the specific visual, tactile and olfactory experiences. In short, after taking a look, I no longer had any fantasies about adult videos, it was more effective than going to a specialist institution to quit masturbation...
I asked Wang Dali to bring me a flashlight. Holding the flashlight in one hand, I opened my "Abyssal Eyes" and examined the inside of the victim's thighs carefully, nodding my head and said: "There was definitely sexual activity between them."
I asked Xiao Zhou to bring me a few cotton swabs, then took out a small bottle from the bag, twisted it open and dipped the bundled cotton swabs in some medicinal powder. Huang Xiaotao asked, "What is this?"
"It's a medicinal powder I ground myself. The ingredients are perilla, dried tangerine peel, angelica root, white pepo and other herbs."
Huang Xiaotao shook his head and said, "I don't know anything about Chinese medicine, just tell me the effect directly."
"This powder can make the accumulated body fluids in the body drain out!"
After saying that, I shoved the cotton swabs deep into the victim's private parts. The people around simultaneously let out a nauseated cry. Wang Dali in particular shouted, "Bro, are you a virgin? How can you do this without batting an eye?"
"Stop talking nonsense!" I glared at him. It wasn't easy for me to do this either, okay?
It would be even more "exciting" when I pulled the swabs out later!
At this time, the hotel manager was brought in. Huang Xiaotao said, "I'll go ask him questions. Song Yang, you keep examining the corpse..."
"Okay!" I replied.
Huang Xiaotao took the manager to another room for questioning. It wasn't that she wanted to use torture on them, but rather to avoid making too much noise in the corridor that would disturb me, because absolute quietness was necessary when I examined corpses.
I took a pair of tweezers and carefully examined the teeth marks on the victim's neck. The wound was already turning black, probably from bacterial infection, since many bacteria also live in the human mouth.
Wang Dali asked, "Bro, do you think this case was done by a vampire?"
"Impossible, I'm 100% certain it was a person!" I said.
At this time, someone knocked on the door and came in. It was the uncle who had picked me up earlier. Seeing that Huang Xiaotao was not here, he asked, "Where is the team leader?"
"She's questioning someone, just tell me if you have anything." I replied.
He got straight to the point: "I've investigated the victim's identity. She was a prostitute working at a nearby hair salon. She had been missing for a week. Because of the high turnover in this line of work and the salon wasn't a legal operation, the owner hadn't reported her missing."
I nodded: "What are the specifics on the victim?"
"Mali Zhen, 23 years old, rural household registration, had been working in the city for five years."
"Awesome!" Wang Dali said, "A prostitute at 18!"
Under my glare, he stuck out his tongue and slowly buried his head down.
It was about time to pull out the swab, so I reminded everyone to "brace themselves", and asked non-combat personnel to evacuate immediately. Wang Dali immediately said, "No problem, my mental resilience is as tough as steel now."
"Alright, you said that yourself."
After saying that, I pulled out the swab, and a stream of milky viscous fluid sprayed out from down there, spraying out repeatedly.
The people present immediately cried out in astonishment. Some of them couldn't take it and rushed to the bathroom to vomit, but some had gotten there first. With his mouth covered, Wang Dali wandered around like a headless fly, finally finding a trash can to throw up into. The smell in the room was indescribably sour and stimulating. I could even smell the chive pancakes Wang Dali had eaten for dinner.
Even Xiao Zhou turned pale and was barely holding it together, but the uncle maintained an unfazed expression, as if nothing had happened. I couldn't help but secretly admire him!
I held up the swab in front of me and gave it a sniff. There were only secretions on it, no semen.
I concluded: "The murderer had sexual relations with the victim, but there was no direct contact."
"Maybe he wore a condom..." Xiao Zhou speculated.
I carefully sniffed it again, and various smells were parsed out one by one in my nasal cavity - secretions, vaginal discharge, residual blood, urine, and a large amount of putrid cadaveric fluid from the uterus, but no scent of lubricant or the like.
"The murderer didn't wear a condom." I said.
"How...how is that possible? Was he impotent?" Xiao Zhou wondered.
I glanced at the victim's body and said, "The murderer's sweat glands don't secrete at all, and there was no ejaculation during sex. These abnormalities point to one conclusion - the murderer has a disease! He has almost no bodily secretions!"
Xiao Zhou asked, "How does this help solve the case?"
"It helps a lot. Since the murderer can't sweat, he probably can't be exposed to sunlight. He likely keeps himself wrapped up tightly in daily life, wearing sunglasses and a mask, living in this city like a vampire. Also, did you find any hair at the scene?" I asked quickly.
"Only the victim's." Xiao Zhou replied.
"Right! Because of the abnormal secretion, the murderer's hair follicles have likely atrophied already. His whole body is completely hairless!" I said.
"This is..." Xiao Zhou's face changed dramatically. "Is he even human?"
"Of course he's human, a person who can be recognized at a glance in a crowd. With this feature, he should be easy to find." I smiled.
At this moment, Huang Xiaotao knocked and came in, "You guys are all here. Come take a look, we've made a major discovery!"
I took off the rubber gloves. My hands were soaked with cold sweat. I casually took a pack of mints from my bag. After being in the room with a corpse for so long, my nose felt awful. After going out, I popped a mint into my mouth. The refreshing taste made my whole body feel comfortable.
I asked Wang Dali if he wanted one.
He had just thrown up and looked very unwell. He shook his head desperately, "Damn, your mentality is too good. Eating right after examining a corpse, I can't eat anything now."
"Who was it that said his mental resilience was as tough as steel earlier?"
"Oh come on, stop ridiculing me!" Wang Dali was about to cry.
I felt like my psychological endurance had improved again compared to last time.
We went to a room where a waiter-looking young man was sitting dejectedly on the bed. Huang Xiaotao sternly said, "This guy installed hidden cameras in the rooms. He cracked easily when I scolded him."
The waiter asked apprehensively, "Will I be sentenced?"
"Of course, secretly peeping violates Article 42 of the Public Security Administration Punishments Law..." Huang Xiaotao blanked for a moment.
"Article 42." The uncle next to her stated expressionlessly.
"Right, Article 42. If someone sues you, get ready to be detained and fined! Of course, we the police also have the right to prosecute. Anyway, it depends on your attitude."
The waiter stood up anxiously, "I really did it just for personal interest, I didn't spread any of it around or use it to blackmail anyone."
"What kind of personal interest is this? Why don't you just watch some adult videos if you're bored?" I said.
"It's different. Adult videos are staged, voyeurism is more exciting and thrilling. I feel uncomfortable all over if I don't watch for a while before going to bed every day..." The waiter spoke more and more fervently, then suddenly realized everyone was glaring at him ferociously, and quickly lowered his head.
"Did you paste the wallpaper?" I asked.
"Yes, when I was checking the room, I found a hole in the wall. If the boss had discovered it, he would have ripped off the whole strip of wallpaper and repasted it, exposing what I had hidden behind it. So I pasted over it myself..." the waiter explained.
"Someone died in that room seven days ago, didn't you see?" I asked.
"Bro, I've hidden cameras in several rooms to capture hundreds of hours of footage every day. How could I possibly watch it all at once? I only have time to go through it selectively when I'm on break. Even my days off I'm busy," the waiter said.
"Your life really is so colorful!" I said sarcastically.
"I really despise men like him, who film women without consent to satisfy their lusts. Disgusting!" Huang Xiaotao said resentfully. As a woman, and a beautiful one at that, she had an instinctive aversion to such sordid behavior. She kicked the waiter and said, "Go on, show us what you filmed!"

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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?!

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.”