"Did you really pick up that bag of monkfish from the trash? Can you even find something like that in a garbage can?" The manager was shocked by the procurement officer's words.
While monkfish prices may not compare to those of luxurious seafood like Australian lobster and king crab, they are still far from cheap.
Who would throw a bag of monkfish into the trash? Especially when the fish were still relatively fresh and not yet spoiled, it was practically the same as throwing money away.
But soon, the manager figured it out.
There were human hands inside the monkfish!
The fish were problematic, which was why they were discarded in the trash. Any normal monkfish would never be thrown away like that.
Once he understood, the manager's lungs nearly exploded with anger. The hotel was now involved in this mess, and the procurement officer would have to take the blame!
If it weren't for him picking up these suspicious monkfish, would this have happened?
"Damn it, I'll fire that idiot later! What a jinx!" The manager glared viciously at the procurement officer.
Xu Mo and the other officers also realized this after the procurement officer spoke.
The bag of monkfish was thrown into the trash because the seller knew there was something wrong with the fish. They didn't dare to sell them openly.
"Be more specific, where did you find them?" Xu Mo asked again.
The procurement officer thought for a moment, "I can't really describe the place, but I can take you there. I remember the way."
Xu Mo looked at Chen Ke and said, "Take two people with you and go with him. Check the area."
Afterward, he turned to the manager, "Do you have gloves and sealable bags?"
"Yes, yes! I'll go get them for you!"
After Chen Ke left with two officers and the procurement officer, Xu Mo put on gloves and placed the hand found on the cutting board into a sealable bag. He then instructed the manager to pack the remaining monkfish to take back to the police station.
Since a murder case was involved, the hotel's kitchen needed to be sealed temporarily. The hotel would not be able to operate until the case was resolved.
The hotel manager and all the chefs were taken to the police station for routine questioning.
...
At the police station.
In the autopsy room.
The forensic examiner was cutting open the monkfish one by one, while Xu Mo watched from the side. He wasn't keen on getting his hands dirty.
"I've never had to 'autopsy' fish in an autopsy room before... This is really bizarre. After so many years as a forensic examiner, I've never seen such a method of disposing of a body. Who would chop up a person and feed them to fish? How twisted must someone be to do something like this?" The forensic examiner remarked.
The autopsy room was filled with a nauseatingly strong fishy smell.
The forensic examiner had seen many gruesome scenes, and while the smell was unpleasant, it wasn't the worst he had encountered. So, despite the pungent odor, he continued working without flinching.
Xu Mo smiled wryly, "I've never seen such a method either."
After half an hour, the forensic examiner had finally cut open all the monkfish brought from the hotel. Inside, they found more fragmented body parts and managed to piece together as much as possible.
"We've only found these body parts, mostly chopped-up limbs. There isn't much of the rest of the body, so we can't fully reconstruct the corpse. But based on what we have, the victim appears to be a young female, slender, and petite. She looks like she might not even be an adult yet."
Xu Mo nodded. What the forensic examiner said was consistent with what he could see.
However, this information wasn't particularly useful. With only limbs, they couldn't even identify the victim's identity.
From the fragmented body parts, neither Xu Mo nor the forensic examiner could find many clues. They couldn't even determine where the fatal injury was.
To find more clues, they would have to rely on Chen Ke's progress.
Just as he was thinking this, Xu Mo's phone rang. It was Chen Ke.
After answering, Chen Ke's voice came through the phone.
"Captain, I'm at the location now. I've taken a quick look. The trash can where the procurement officer found the monkfish is by the seafood market. There's a surveillance camera right across from the trash can. Maybe we can find something from it. I'm about to check the footage now."
"Okay," Xu Mo responded.
If there was a surveillance camera by the trash can, they might be able to find out who threw away the monkfish, and the case could move forward.
Ten minutes later.
Chen Ke finished checking the footage and sent the copied video to Xu Mo, along with a voice message.
"This person threw the fish away around 2:00 AM. He was well-wrapped, so we can't see his face, but based on his build, he seems to be a man."
Xu Mo watched the video Chen Ke sent and found that, as Chen Ke said, the person who threw away the monkfish was indeed well-wrapped, and his face couldn't be seen.
Chen Ke could only find this much. Afterward, he returned to the police station with the officers and the procurement officer.
Meanwhile, the officers in charge of interrogating the hotel chefs and manager had also finished their questioning.
The results of the interrogation matched their initial suspicions. The chefs were completely unaware of the situation and had no involvement. They only discovered the body parts inside the fish during the process of cleaning them.
Since they had no use keeping the chefs at the station, Xu Mo decided to let them go after instructing them not to disclose the case.
Aside from the chefs, the procurement officer also had little suspicion. The surveillance footage could prove his innocence.
The footage showed that the monkfish were thrown into the trash at around 2:00 AM, while the procurement officer picked them up at around 6:00 AM. Comparing the footage, it was also clear that the procurement officer was slightly smaller in build than the person who threw the fish away, so he was not a suspect.
...
The police station was filled with smoke.
The large office area was eerily quiet, with only the sound of cigarettes burning in the officers' hands.
The officers were all focused on reviewing the surveillance footage, not a single word spoken.
Since the victim's identity couldn't be determined, to solve the case, they had to start with the man captured by the surveillance camera near the trash can.
The monkfish containing body parts were thrown away by this man, making him the primary suspect. It was highly likely that he was the killer!
Although the surveillance footage only captured his figure and not his face, that wasn't a problem. At 2:00 AM, the seafood market was nearly empty, so it was easy for the officers to track him down in the various surveillance videos without needing to match his face.
After half an hour of tracking through the surveillance footage, the officers found where the man went after leaving the seafood market—an old residential area.
"This must be his home!" Li Chen perked up.
"Probably. Let's go check it out!" Xu Mo decided.
The group immediately set off for the old neighborhood...

. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.

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.”