From then on, I started working for Boss Wen. In fact, I was doing it for myself.
Whenever I saw one heart after another being taken out and one retina after another being put into the tray, while the living body was handled perfectly by me, I was in heaven.
It's hard to describe that feeling. It was like ascending to the land of immortals. I saw a different world, a paradise full of happiness and beauty, which I was addicted to.
Whenever I perfectly performed an artistic dissection, I liked to play light music and caress the beautiful suture lines next to the corpse, waltzing in intoxication.
That was my only recreational activity. You see, I do have hobbies and interests, not just a neurotic who only works, hahaha.
Of course I knew I was committing a crime, no big deal. My life was about dissection. If I couldn't fully demonstrate my art, I might as well die.
As for those living bodies, well, I really wanted to say I saw them as human beings, to make myself look normal.
But I really couldn't see them as human beings. Humans stand and talk and move. But for the living bodies lying in hospital beds, I found it very hard to imagine they were human beings. Weren't they just artworks?
Oh well, I didn't get it. Never mind, anyway this was the life I wanted.
Good days are always short. Today, on my 45th birthday, I got caught.
The moment I realized my situation, I regretted it. There was still an unfinished artwork on my hospital bed!
I guessed I was going to die. Oh well, I had enjoyed more than ten years, not a bad deal. But I had to try anyway, who knows, maybe I could make it? No one could say for sure.
I didn't do very well in the previous games, but miraculously survived to the end. Now I had a 50% chance.
Too bad, in my area of expertise, I was the one being dissected instead of the dissector. That was unbearable to me.
Ouch, why was it so painful? Was this the result of no anesthetic? Indeed, they were all amateurs, including this judge. Even I would give anesthetic to living bodies during dissection.
My life was slipping away. Damn it, I was about to go into hemorrhagic shock. I guessed I had about two more minutes to live. Yes, about that, I was the professional, my estimate wouldn't be off.
I saw it. I entered a blurred world. I was wearing a white coat, standing at the pinnacle of the world, becoming the top dissection artist. I was the best...,,,,,,.
The perfect abnormal personality is also a very common abnormal personality.
There are two types of perfect abnormal personality: specialized abnormal personality and extreme perfectionist personality.
That is, some are extremely specialized in one area, and care about nothing else. Such people are very capable, but whether they are good or evil is hard to say, like Liu Fenglin for example.
And the extreme perfectionist personality is even more terrifying. They want everything to be perfect, and if that's not achieved, they go to extremes, like committing suicide. This is also an abnormal personality with a rather high suicide rate.
Obsessive compulsive disorder and perfectionism are early symptoms of this abnormal personality, which mostly do not develop further. Don't worry. But a few may continue to develop and finally become an abnormal personality. In that case, they almost always commit suicide.
Su Mo shook his head and sat up from the bed. By the time he returned to Xikang, it was already afternoon.
Barely staying awake that day, he slept until now, and also experienced Dr. Liu's first-person perspective. Now his mental state was very poor and he felt exhausted.
After relaxing for a while and taking a shower, he walked out of the room to his office.
Seeing Su Mo in this state, Song Juntian laughed and said, "What's up, did you party too hard with your friends? (。・∀・)ノ゙"
"Haha, yes I did go a bit overboard. Sorry to leave you alone here for a day. I'll treat you to takeout for dinner tonight," Su Mo also laughed.
"I want tomato egg fried rice with an extra egg," Song Juntian said.
"No problem, I can add two eggs if you want. I'm a rich guy, hahaha."
After dinner, Su Mo returned to his dorm. With nothing to do, he logged into that mysterious website to see if his disciples had solved his puzzle.
Sure enough, there was a file. He opened it and squinted his eyes, "Impressive, they explained it so clearly. As expected of the mysterious organization."
The file clearly and explicitly elaborated the course of events he had deduced about the suicide case, and even talked about several contingency plans. It was really remarkable.
At the same time, the leader of the disciples sent another challenge, specifically saying it was No. 7, and asked Su Mo to go to Yunhu Lake to confront No. 7 face to face, as No. 7 was in Yunhu now.
The case details about the Yunhu Lake case were also sent over, very detailed, probably the investigation results from the police.
After carefully reading through the case information, Su Mo was also shocked. It was sinister and inexplicable.
"There are two mysteries to solve in this case.
First, how exactly did the victim appear on stage when just a second ago, under the watch of hundreds or thousands in the audience, there was no corpse on stage.
But in the next second, a headless corpse appeared on stage, with everyone witnessing it, simply unexplainable.
Second, why were the victims all senior officials involved in the Yunhu Old Town reconstruction project? Was that the motive for the murders? It should be.
So far it looks like the Yunhu police investigation makes sense and aligns with Su Mo's thinking.
First, the motive for the crime is clear, related to the Yunhu Old Town reconstruction project.
Second, the bizarre appearance of the corpse made the case even more sinister, based on the investigation findings.
There was no one around the stage when the corpse appeared against the wall, but the wall was intact, with no mechanisms or devices of any kind.
After inspection, the top of the stage was also problem-free, even the stage floor was examined carefully, and again no underground tunnels, mechanisms etc. were found.
Such investigation results shocked the police, because it meant the appearance of the corpse became supernatural. The police investigation was very strict, absolutely flawless, so the matter became unsolvable.
Also, the disappearance of the four victims was a dead end, with no surveillance footage, witnesses, or warning signs."
Su Mo thought hard for a long time but still couldn't figure out the key points. But since the disciples had already issued a challenge and wanted to confront him face to face, he certainly wouldn't back down.
"Things are getting more and more interesting," he revealed an evil villain smile.
Early next morning, Su Mo got up and was about to practice martial arts with Song Juntian. But he saw his colleague painting under the old locust tree.
When he walked over for a closer look, wow, this artistic skill was simply amazing. The old locust tree came to life under Song Juntian's brush, vivid and lifelike, stunning.
"Didn't expect you to be so proficient in painting too, Brother Song," Su Mo said.
Song Juntian smiled modestly, "Just dabbling, just dabbling."

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.

shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]

o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"

Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...