A cold sweat ran down Luo Weiwei's forehead as she stammered, "It looks like some bamboo splinters."
I turned off the UV light and said, "Judging by the angle these splinters pierced the skin, the victim was forcibly pushed against some kind of bamboo stick at the time. If you don't believe me, you can go ahead and compare them to that pair of red chopsticks - I bet the splinters broke off from them."
"He really killed his own mother!" Huang Xiaotao exclaimed in shock. "Matricide!? How brutal!"
Luo Weiwei said indignantly, "So what if you got this one thing right? The wife had to have been the last to die, because..."
"Because you think it's impossible for someone to cut off their own head, right?" I interjected, staring at her intensely.
Under my badgering gaze, Luo Weiwei wavered a little. I knew she was starting to doubt her earlier judgement.
But she stuck to her position: "Of course it's impossible! There are so many nerves and blood vessels in the neck that you'd be dead halfway through cutting it off. How could anyone cut their own head off? Isn't that common sense?"
I sneered, "Then why don't we make a bet?"
Luo Weiwei became flustered. "A bet? On what?"
She was a girl, and I didn't want to take things too far and make her eat cigarette ash or something. So I said, "Do you know how to drive?"
"Yes!" Luo Weiwei nodded.
"If I can prove the death was a suicide, then for the rest of the time we're investigating this case in Wuchou City, you'll be our driver free of charge," I stated.
"What?" Luo Weiwei's eyes widened in shock. "Why should I?"
"What's wrong, not confident anymore?" I asked.
Luo Weiwei knitted her brows, probably weighing the pros and cons. "What if you lose then? I don't need you as my driver!"
"Well I don't have a license either," I laughed. "If I lose, whatever, do what you want."
"Alright, if you lose, I want the four of you to go find Zhao Dao and apologize for this!" Luo Weiwei said after thinking for a moment.
I had assumed she would tell us to stop interfering with the case, so I was a bit surprised that Luo Weiwei was openly defending her boyfriend.
I readily agreed, "Forget apologizing, we'll kneel and admit our wrongs if needed."
Huang Xiaotao glared with wide eyes, "Hey!"
Luo Weiwei looked very pleased with herself as she crossed her arms. "Good, you said it yourself - a promise made by a gentleman can't be chased away even with a team of horses!"
Huang Xiaotao complained in a small voice, "Song Yang, you make your bets yourself. Why drag us into it too? If you have to kneel, do it yourself!"
"Don't worry, would I get it wrong?" I smiled mysteriously.
"Alright, I trust you. Just don't embarrass us Jiangnan City police!" Huang Xiaotao said.
"You can rest assured!"
Seeing that I wasn't moving, Luo Weiwei urged, "Go on, we're still waiting to see what tricks you have up your sleeve."
"No rush, wait for my assistant to get back." I said lightly.
After waiting twenty-odd minutes, Wang Dali finally hurried back, carrying bags large and small. He had two pots slung over his back, looking quite comical. He said excitedly, "Hey Song Yang, the supermarket here was so hard to find! Here are the things you wanted!"
"Thanks!" I had Wang Chuanzhang help me glue the heavy duty hooks to the ceiling in a row.
Luo Weiwei shouted, "Hey, don't mess around here!"
I glanced at her, "Do you want me to examine the corpse or not? Don't worry, I'll clean up afterwards."
After securing everything, I looped all the elastic bands at equal distances onto a wooden stick, then inserted the stick into the row of hooks. I gave it a tug with my hand to make sure it was sturdy.
All the police looked on curiously, wondering what exactly I was going to do.
"Uncle Wang, help me move the corpse!" I ordered.
Wang Chuanzhang and I lifted the male corpse under the hooks and posed it in a kneeling position on an iron table. Then I slipped the elastic bands over the arms of the corpse, so that it hung like a suspended puppet.
"Is this... an interrogation of the dead?" Huang Xiaotao asked.
"No, the method I'm using this time is even more advanced than that." I took out a sewing needle and magnet, and rubbed the needle along the magnet in one direction until it became magnetized - a magnetic needle.
The preparation process was quite time consuming. Wang Dali started goofing around again, "Hey Song Yang, I heard a hilarious joke the other day."
"Let's hear it," I said.
"Two policemen arrive at a murder scene. The older cop says to the rookie, 'Xiao Ming, this case has something in common with the locked room murder last month, the dismemberment case at the dock, and the body dump at the crossroads the month before.' The rookie asks, 'You mean they were all done by the same person?' The older cop says solemnly, 'No, what I mean is those are cases I couldn't crack either.'"
After finishing the joke, Wang Dali slapped his own thigh laughing uproariously. Huang Xiaotao and I couldn't help but laugh too. He meant no harm, but the others probably took it as mocking their poor investigative skills - Luo Weiwei and the policemen's faces grew progressively gloomier.
Huang Xiaotao said with a smile, "Watch your audience, why don't you."
Wang Dali gave Luo Weiwei a roguish glance, "Alright, I got it."
By this time, my preparations were complete. What I was going to use could be called an upgraded version of the 'interrogation of the dead' - 'raising the dead.' The arcane technique was recorded in the Demonic Prison Codex, using magnetic needles to stimulate acupoints and make the deceased 'come alive' again.
I had accidentally used the interrogation technique during the vampire case last time. After returning, I crammed on human meridian knowledge.
Just what are the human meridians? Some Western doctors have dissected cadavers and declared meridians don't exist in the Chinese sense, arrogantly claiming they are merely Eastern superstition.
However, traditional Chinese medicine has a history spanning thousands of years, and techniques like acupuncture and acupressure do have miraculous healing effects. In TCM theory, the human body is an inseparable whole. As the saying goes, pulling one hair affects the whole body. Through a single acupoint, organ and body part functions can be manipulated - this is a fact verified repeatedly over thousands of years.
Therefore, some believe the human body contains many tiny magnetic fields. Where these magnetic fields intersect, biological magnetic meridians are formed. This is the essence of the twelve meridians described in the Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon.
The so-called 'raising the dead' involves inserting magnetic needles into special acupoints, releasing the residual magnetism in the body's meridians, and causing the muscles to repeat actions prior to death.
Of course, the 'awakened' muscles have tiny strength, so external force like these elastic bands must be used to bear the corpse's weight in order to see the effects.
Before inserting the needles, I reminded Wang Dali, "There'll be intense scenes coming up again. Do you want to step outside for a bit?"
Wang Dali excitedly shook his head, "No worries, I can take it. This is stuff you never get to see normally, way more thrilling than horror flicks."
I laughed heartily. Don't blame me if you get freaked out later!
Using my fingers, I measured out the dead man's spine and inserted the magnetic needles into the Dazhui, Shendao, Lingtai, Zhongji, Xuji, Mingmen, and Yaoyangguan acupoints along his vertebrae, sinking them about half a needle deep.
These points would be too risky to casually try on the living, potentially causing paralysis or even death!
But on a corpse, nothing short of 'heavy doses' could make the dead 'come alive.'
After inserting all the needles, the corpse showed no reaction. Luo Weiwei gave a cold laugh, "Hmph, after all that mystique, not a hint of results."
"Don't rush!"
I slapped the corpse's shoulder heavily, and at that moment, the corpse slowly began to move!

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."

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.”

nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...

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?"