"You're lying!"
As a police officer, judging whether a suspect is telling the truth based on their expressions is a mandatory skill. Chen Ke, an experienced officer, was well-versed in this art, especially since the woman's lies were glaringly obvious. Not only were her facial expressions telling, but every movement she made indicated she was lying.
When Chen Ke called her out, the woman became even more flustered. Her lips turned pale, and she trembled uncontrollably, "No, no, I'm not lying."
"Your son didn't commit suicide, did he?" Chen Ke continued to observe her expressions as he spoke.
At this, the woman's pupils dilated for a split second. This tiny detail deepened Chen Ke's suspicion. The death of the victim was undoubtedly connected to her.
"How could it not be suicide... he did commit suicide..." The woman's voice was weak, and she avoided eye contact with Chen Ke.
Chen Ke narrowed his eyes and signaled to the officers behind him, "Take her away. If she won't cooperate here, she can explain at the station."
These last words were directed at the woman.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Dachuan stepped forward, produced a pair of handcuffs from his belt, and cuffed the woman, preparing to take her back to the station for questioning.
Before leaving, they took numerous photos to document the scene, aiding future investigations. They also contacted the forensic team and left an officer to guide the forensic experts to the scene and transport the body back to the station for a thorough autopsy.
As the group left the apartment and headed to the parking lot below the residential building, they encountered Han Fei and Xu Mo, who had just arrived.
Xu Mo and Han Fei stepped out of their car, and both parties exchanged glances.
"Captain Han, Captain Xu, what brings you here?" Chen Ke asked instinctively.
"We were just passing by and decided to check it out," Xu Mo replied, his gaze falling on the handcuffed woman. "Is this the suspect?"
He noticed the woman's red, teary eyes.
Any case involving murder is a major investigation, and the severity of a homicide case far outweighs that of a simple suicide. It was understandable why they had come in person.
Han Fei, on the other hand, remained silent but was deep in thought.
He glanced up and down at Chen Ke, thinking to himself, "I knew it. Chen Ke really is a 'jinx.' Every time there's a murder case, he's involved..."
Chen Ke's expression was somewhat uneasy. He couldn't figure out why Han Fei was staring at him like that, so he decided not to dwell on it and instead answered Xu Mo's question, pointing to the handcuffed woman.
"This is the informant, the victim's mother. Based on our initial assessment, we suspect she's the murderer and are taking her back for questioning."
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Fei pointed to the old residential building in front of them, "Lead the way, let's take a look at the crime scene."
Chen Ke was momentarily stunned but then nodded, "Alright."
Apartment 202, Building 3, Taying Community.
Once inside, Xu Mo quickly surveyed the apartment.
It was a two-bedroom, one-living-room layout, not very large, filled to the brim with various household items, making the space appear cluttered. Despite the clutter, the apartment was spotless, almost unnaturally so. It was clear that someone had meticulously cleaned it.
The shoe rack by the entrance had only a few pairs of men's shoes, all of which were relatively youthful in style. It was easy to deduce that they all belonged to the same person.
Xu Mo turned to the woman, "Is your husband not here?"
"He's been gone for a long time," the woman answered truthfully. "Officers, are you mistaken? How could I... how could I kill my own son?"
Xu Mo ignored her and continued to examine the apartment.
Judging from the layout, the master bedroom belonged to the victim, while the secondary bedroom was where the woman stayed.
Xu Mo found a cigarette butt near the corner of the bed in the secondary bedroom.
"Do you smoke?" Xu Mo picked up the cigarette butt and asked, while also glancing at the woman's index and middle fingers.
The woman instinctively shook her head but then nodded, "Occasionally... I smoke a little when I'm stressed."
Perhaps noticing the woman's tension, Xu Mo smiled, "Don't be nervous, it's just routine questioning. Just answer honestly."
The woman nodded fearfully.
Xu Mo continued to look around the room and made another discovery: there were several coarse, short hairs on the bedsheet in the secondary bedroom.
"Does only you and your son live here? No one else?"
"No! It's just the two of us, no one else lives here," the woman replied firmly.
"Hmm..." Xu Mo nodded, then left the secondary bedroom and entered the master bedroom, where he focused his attention on the victim's hands. After a moment, he walked into the kitchen.
The kitchen was small, only about six to eight square meters, and one could turn around in it with ease. However, Xu Mo spent a considerable amount of time there, mostly sniffing the various items in the kitchen, with occasional glances at everything else.
Although the air in the kitchen no longer carried any smell, some items still retained the scent of natural gas.
Xu Mo noticed a faint handprint on the sliding glass door, which was covered in thick, old grease that couldn't be wiped off.
"Collect this fingerprint," Xu Mo pointed to the handprint on the sliding glass door, his gaze briefly sweeping over the victim's hands.
"Yes!"
"We've seen enough here. Let's head back," Xu Mo said as he left the kitchen, taking a rag with him and handing it to Chen Ke, "Bag this."
He already had a general idea of what had happened.
"What did you find?" Han Fei asked.
Xu Mo glanced at the woman and didn't immediately share his conclusions, shaking his head, "Let's talk back at the station."
...
On the way back.
As before, Han Fei and Xu Mo shared a car.
Unable to contain his curiosity, Han Fei asked, "What exactly did you find?"
He understood that Xu Mo hadn't shared his findings earlier because the woman was present, and it wasn't convenient to discuss the case in front of her.
"The woman is one of the murderers. She's an accomplice, but there's a mastermind behind her. If I'm not mistaken, the mastermind is her lover, but her son didn't get along with this man, and their conflicts had reached an irreconcilable point," Xu Mo replied, looking at Han Fei.
Han Fei pondered for a moment, "Because of the cigarette butt?"
"But the suspect said she occasionally smokes, right? While there aren't as many female smokers as male smokers, it's still normal, isn't it?"
Xu Mo shook his head.
"Didn't you notice how unnaturally clean that apartment was? It was clearly meticulously cleaned. There are only two possibilities: either the person has obsessive-compulsive disorder and can't stand a dirty room, or they were trying to hide something by cleaning so thoroughly..."

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.”

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!

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?"