"Knock knock knock"
"Hello, your meal has arrived. Could you please open the door so I can bring it in?"
The person knocking was a hotel staff member, here to deliver the meal.
"The food's here, go open the door," Xu Mo said, pointing towards the door.
Zhou Qiaoqiao, being closest to the door, got up to open it.
The staff member entered the room pushing a small hotel cart.
The cart was loaded with food items.
After arranging the dishes on the table,
The staff member smiled and asked,
"Sir, ladies, your meal is set. Is there anything else you need?"
"No, thank you," Xu Mo shook his head.
"Very well, sir. If you need anything else, please feel free to call the front desk anytime."
With that, the staff member left the room, closing the door behind him.
At this moment, Zhou Qiaoqiao, Yang Jingxuan, An Youyi, and Li Jiaxin were sitting on the sofa, intently focused on An Youyi's phone.
Their faces were filled with shock.
Seeing this, Xu Mo was puzzled.
How strange, usually these four were the most enthusiastic about eating.
Today, the atmosphere had suddenly changed, something seemed off.
What interesting thing could they be looking at?
"What are you watching? Let me see," Xu Mo approached the sofa and leaned in.
He immediately wished he hadn't.
After seeing it, Xu Mo awkwardly scratched his head.
An Youyi's phone was playing a short video from an international short video platform.
The protagonist of this video was none other than Xu Mo himself!
As for the video's setting, it was at a comic convention.
In the video, Xu Mo was staring intently at the skirt of a female cosplayer.
Staring alone would have been bad enough, but the key point was that he was smiling - a lecherous grin that made him look like he was about to drool.
Xu Mo had perfectly embodied the term 'lecher'!
Through the camera pinned to Yang Jingxuan's collar, the livestream viewers also saw this short video.
"Is that... Xu Mo!?"
"Damn, it really looks like him. Xu Mo's keeping the good stuff to himself??"
"Nice going, Xu Mo. Before, when you got to eat meat, at least your brothers got to drink some soup. Now you won't even let us have a sip of soup!"
"Damn it... I was wondering why Xu Mo wasn't in the livestream last night. So he went to ogle pretty girls at the comic con. This guy's not playing fair."
"..."
However, Xu Mo's visit to the comic convention last night wasn't actually about looking at girls.
He had a reason for doing this.
He wanted to create a perfect alibi.
An alibi from someone he knew wouldn't be very convincing.
It had to be strangers who could vouch for him.
Ideally, there should be many people who could simultaneously prove that Xu Mo had no opportunity to commit a crime last night.
A comic convention was perfect for this - it was full of strangers.
And there were enough people that even if he disappeared for a short while, no one would remember.
As for Xu Mo lecherously staring at the cosplayer's skirt, it was mainly to ensure that as many people as possible would remember seeing him at the convention during the time of the incident.
This way, even if the police investigated him, he would have a perfect alibi!
Everyone at the convention could vouch for him.
However, Xu Mo hadn't anticipated one thing.
Someone had actually recorded him and posted it online!
...
Meanwhile.
At the police station.
"Kentaro Gotanda... Wait, he's disabled?" Kobe Ichi was confused.
The person in the surveillance footage was clearly a physically normal person with all limbs intact.
How could he be disabled?
After a moment's pause, Kobe Ichi turned to the bald man beside him.
"What's going on? Is he disabled? Did you notice anything when you interacted with him that day?"
The bald man also seemed unsure, hesitating several times before speaking.
He remembered clearly that the person yesterday had all four limbs intact.
If it was a missing leg, he could understand.
After all, wearing pants, it could be well hidden and unnoticeable.
But the problem was...
According to the records, this person was missing a hand, his right hand.
The bald man remembered clearly.
The person he met yesterday had a right hand.
A prosthetic arm?
No way, it looked too real!
Such technology doesn't exist yet, does it?
After a long pause, the bald man spoke up.
"It's impossible. I remember clearly, he had a right hand. It definitely wasn't a prosthetic arm, and besides, that kind of technology doesn't exist yet."
Hearing this, Kobe Ichi turned to the officer who had reported to him.
"Did you make a mistake? Go back and double-check."
Pointing at Kentaro Gotanda in the surveillance footage, he added excitedly,
"How can this be a disabled person?"
The officer shook his head.
"Sir, we carefully compared the face in the surveillance footage multiple times. There's no mistake. The Kentaro Gotanda in the footage is indeed disabled. He lost his right hand in a car accident three years ago..."
Kobe Ichi scratched his head, his face showing disbelief.
"That's impossible..."
To be honest, not only was Kobe Ichi confused, but the officer was also perplexed.
The person named Kentaro Gotanda in the surveillance footage was one hundred percent physically intact. This was evident just from watching the footage.
Not to mention, this fact was confirmed by the bald man.
Initially, the officer also thought there might be a problem with the facial comparison.
But after repeated comparisons, the result was always the same.
According to the facial comparison results,
The Kentaro Gotanda appearing in the surveillance footage was indeed a disabled person who had lost his right hand.
Rubbing his temples, Kobe Ichi instructed the officer,
"Hmm... Take a couple of officers with you and bring Kentaro Gotanda in."
"Yes, sir!" The officer nodded and then left.
At this moment, Kobe Ichi felt as if he was being played by fate.
In all his years of service, he had never encountered such a strange situation.
From the surveillance footage and the bald man's description, Kentaro Gotanda was a physically normal person.
However, just as they identified Kentaro Gotanda's facial information and were about to arrest him, they discovered that this Kentaro Gotanda was disabled, missing his right hand...
And it had been missing for three years!
The facial comparison results were identical.
This meant it was the same person.
The person in the surveillance footage was Kentaro Gotanda.
Records showed that this Kentaro Gotanda lost his right hand three years ago.
But yesterday's surveillance footage showed that this person was physically intact.
What, did the right hand he lost three years ago grow back!?
That's definitely impossible!
Or is there someone in this world who looks exactly like Kentaro Gotanda, so similar that even the facial recognition system would make a mistake?
That's even more impossible!
How could there be two people in the world who look exactly the same?
...
Half an hour later.
The officer returned with the suspect.
"Chief Kobe, we've brought in Kentaro Gotanda. He's in the interrogation room."
Kobe Ichi immediately stood up, ready to conduct the interrogation.
In the interrogation room.
A beam of light shone on Kentaro Gotanda's face.
Kobe Ichi sat in his chair, his eyes fixed on Kentaro Gotanda sitting across from him, and asked,
"You're Kentaro Gotanda, right? Where were you yesterday at 11 AM?"
"I... I was at work. What's wrong? I didn't do anything bad, officer."
"Do you have any evidence to prove you were at work at 11 AM yesterday?"
"My colleagues can all vouch for me! Officer, you must have the wrong person. I really didn't do anything wrong!"
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.
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.”
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.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
