"Should we... ask Captain Xu?"
Everyone knew Wang Dachuan's level.
His words couldn't be taken as a reliable reference.
When it came to forensic expertise, the officers' first thought was Xu Mo.
In their eyes, even the professional level of the police coroner couldn't match Xu Mo's.
After exchanging glances, they quickly agreed.
"Let's ask Captain Xu."
With that, Chen Ke took out his phone and snapped a photo of the crime scene, sending it to Xu Mo.
Seeing this, the Middle-aged Woman beside them flashed a look of confusion: "Officer, is there a problem?"
Chen Ke glanced at her and then shook his head.
"Nothing much. It's standard procedure to photograph the scene of a homicide."
Before determining whether the victim had committed suicide or been murdered, the details of the case couldn't be disclosed to outsiders, not even the person who reported it.
After hearing Chen Ke's explanation, the Middle-aged Woman was relieved. It was indeed shown like that in TV dramas—when the police arrived at a homicide scene, they would usually take photos of the scene.
Meanwhile.
At the police station.
In Xu Mo's new office.
"What did that person come to see you for earlier? I saw you two signing something. Was it another confidentiality agreement? Why didn't he make me sign it?" Han Fei asked, puzzled.
He had been present yesterday, so if a confidentiality agreement needed to be signed, he should have been included.
Hearing this, Xu Mo took out the recently signed contract and handed it to Han Fei to take a look: "It's not a confidentiality agreement."
"A stock transfer contract?" After glancing at the contract Xu Mo handed over, Han Fei was momentarily stunned.
But soon, as if seeing something incredible, he looked astonished, his eyes wide, first at the contract in Xu Mo's hand, then back at Xu Mo.
Wow... Xu Mo had just signed a stock transfer contract with PetroChina.
The other party had transferred one percent of the shares to Xu Mo for just one yuan.
Even though it was only one percent, it was enough to shock Han Fei.
This wasn't just any small company's one percent stake; it was one percent of PetroChina's shares!
Even just one percent of the shares would result in astronomical dividends every year.
"Damn..." Han Fei was filled with envy.
Why couldn't it have been him who found the aircraft carrier?
This was a lifetime of financial security!
No, not just a lifetime—his descendants would also be set for life. Even if he did nothing but lie around all day, the dividends would keep him comfortable.
Just then, Xu Mo's phone vibrated a few times.
Chen Ke had sent him several photos along with a message.
After glancing at the photos Chen Ke had sent, Xu Mo's face showed a look of contemplation.
Han Fei, who was still staring at the stock transfer contract, didn't notice the change in Xu Mo's expression.
The next moment, Xu Mo spoke.
"Captain Han, the report we just received seems to have some peculiarities."
Xu Mo's words pulled Han Fei out of his state of shock. He reluctantly put down the contract and looked at Xu Mo: "What peculiarities?"
"It wasn't suicide; it was a premeditated murder."
"Huh?! Murder?"
"Yes, look..." Xu Mo placed his phone on the desk and pushed it toward Han Fei: "The color of the victim's blood is off, and the livor mortis on the body is also wrong, both appearing cherry red. Also, the victim was tightly gripping the fruit knife used for 'suicide' after death, which is problematic. Normally, after death, the muscles relax and the hand would naturally let go. If it were suicide, the victim wouldn't be clutching the knife. Additionally, the wound was on an artery, so blood would gush out in large quantities, not drip naturally from the wrist..."
"He was killed and then had his wrist slit? Someone staged the scene of him committing suicide by slitting his wrist?" Han Fei summarized.
"Yes," Xu Mo nodded and added: "Cherry-red livor mortis only appears on people who died from carbon monoxide poisoning. This is because carbon monoxide combines with hemoglobin in the blood to form carboxyhemoglobin, which appears cherry red... The victim's real cause of death was carbon monoxide poisoning, not slitting his wrist."
With that, Xu Mo typed out the clues he had deduced from the photos Chen Ke sent and informed Chen Ke, who was at the crime scene.
"Interesting... let's go to the scene and take a look," Han Fei suggested, planning to go to the crime scene with Xu Mo.
Originally, they had thought it was just a simple suicide, but it turned out to be a murder case.
When it came to murder cases, Han Fei had to take it seriously.
The two immediately left the police station and drove straight to the crime scene.
Taying Community.
Chen Ke showed everyone Xu Mo's reply.
Sure enough, it wasn't suicide!
Wang Dachuan excitedly clenched his fist: "I told you! It seems all that time I spent studying wasn't wasted after all; it paid off!"
His judgment was correct. Although his findings couldn't compare to Xu Mo's in terms of detail, he had at least identified that the victim hadn't committed suicide and could provide corresponding evidence.
The others exchanged glances and then all looked at the woman in the room, the one who had discovered the body and reported it, the victim's mother.
The victim hadn't committed suicide; the suicide scene had been staged.
When they first arrived, they had noticed the door. There were no signs of the lock being tampered with, and the windows were tightly closed. Naturally, the woman had become the focus of their suspicion.
Only she had the means to commit the crime.
She was the prime suspect.
Realizing that the officers were all staring at her, the woman's expression changed slightly.
"What, what is it, officers?"
"You came back and immediately found your son dead on the sofa?" Chen Ke asked.
"Yes..." the woman nodded, looking somewhat flustered: "I already said, I just came back and found him like that, and then I called the police."
"You're lying!" Chen Ke exclaimed loudly.
The woman's flustered demeanor made him even more suspicious of her.
As a police officer, judging whether a suspect was lying based on their expressions was a required skill.
The woman was clearly lying.
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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]
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
