"Comrade Officer, you wouldn't suspect our boss, would you?"
The Manager had picked up on the subtle implications in Xu Mo's words. This police officer... could it be that he suspected the boss?
Xu Mo waved his hand. "No, I was just asking casually. Do you know if your boss has ever wronged anyone?"
He skillfully deflected the Manager's question with a single sentence.
Although Xu Mo indeed suspected the insurance company's boss, this was merely his suspicion. The matter involved sensitive case details, so Xu Mo had no intention of revealing his true thoughts to the Manager. Even if he were to discuss it, it would only be with his colleagues.
So, the police officer isn't suspecting our boss, he just wants to gather some information. From what he's saying, could the thief be someone the boss has a grudge against? The Manager shook his head.
"Who has he wronged... I can't say for sure, but as far as I know, there's no one."
"Does your boss only own this insurance company?" Xu Mo changed the subject.
The Manager almost immediately replied, "Yes, our boss only owns this insurance company. No other businesses."
"Are you so sure? Are you close with your boss?"
"Heh heh..." The Manager scratched his head and whispered, "Our boss is my brother-in-law. How could I not know about his businesses?"
I see... Xu Mo's suspicion of the insurance company's boss deepened.
If he only owns this one business, then with such a major theft at the insurance company, he has no reason to remain uninvolved.
With only one business, he wouldn't be too busy, and several hours have already passed since the incident. Logically, the boss of the insurance company should have come to inquire about the case by now.
Unless he truly doesn't care about the theft at the insurance company, and whether the stolen items are recovered or not is of no consequence to him.
But that shouldn't be the case.
Doesn't he fear facing massive compensation?
"Who is the legal representative of the company?"
"It's me." The Manager's expression turned ashen, like he had swallowed a fly. "Comrade Officer, you must catch those damn thieves. Otherwise, I'm finished..."
He was so concerned not only because the insurance company's collapse would cost him his job, nor just because it was his brother-in-law's business, but more so because he was the legal representative of the company. How could he not be worried?
As everyone knows, the legal representative is the scapegoat.
When a company is doing well, the legal representative might not necessarily benefit, but when the company goes under, the legal representative is the first to suffer!
Xu Mo's eyes filled with sympathy as he looked at the Manager. What a poor guy, always in the wrong place at the wrong time. He patted the Manager on the shoulder. "We will... Do you have your brother-in-law's phone number?"
"Yes!"
"Give it to me." Xu Mo took out his phone, ready to jot down the insurance company boss's phone number, which he would need later.
"13705..."
Meanwhile.
In the alley behind the insurance company.
"Where's Xu Mo? Have any of you seen Xu Mo?" Han Fei realized that Xu Mo was missing.
The other officers all shook their heads, indicating they hadn't seen him.
They had been busy searching the scene for clues, their focus entirely on finding evidence, so they hadn't paid attention to anything else.
"This Xu Mo..." Han Fei couldn't help but shake his head.
Halfway through the investigation, the guy disappears. What a slacker. I'll have to give him a good scolding later!
After a pause, Han Fei looked at the officers. "Did you find any clues?"
"No, Captain Han. The scene was cleaned up, very thoroughly. We found no fingerprints, footprints, or weapons around the victim... There are fingerprints on the trash bags in the dumpster, but I suspect they belong to the insurance company's janitor." Li Chen said, "Should we extract the fingerprints from the trash bags?"
This alley was located behind the insurance company, with no residences nearby. Apart from the janitor who dumped the trash and the sanitation workers, few people ever came here.
There were no clues left on or around the victim, indicating the scene had been deliberately cleaned.
The only place with fingerprints was the trash bags in the dumpster, which the perpetrator had apparently left untouched.
However, the fingerprints on the trash bags were likely left by the insurance company's janitor when disposing of the trash, and thus had no value.
"No, the fingerprints on the trash bags are useless." Han Fei's brows furrowed into a deep frown.
The fingerprints on the trash bags were useless, and he didn't want to waste time extracting them. The killer had come here to silence a witness, so why would he touch the trash bags after committing the murder?
And even if the killer had touched the trash bags, given his cautious nature, he would have surely cleaned up any fingerprints he left on the trash bags while tidying the area around the victim, leaving no trace.
"Then, Captain Han, what do we do next?" Li Chen asked.
Han Fei scratched his hair.
To be honest, he didn't know where to start.
After thinking for a while, Han Fei finally spoke. "Let's take another look at the surveillance footage around the insurance company. Maybe we'll find something."
...
In the suburbs.
A abandoned factory.
A heavily loaded truck slowly pulled up to the factory gate.
A man with a scar on his face and dark skin stepped out of the cab.
Waiting for him was a man in a suit.
"Boss, as per your instructions, it's all done. Everyone involved in this has been taken care of. Now, only you and I know about this." The dark-skinned man licked his dry lips with a red tongue and smiled.
The man in the suit nodded. "Good... Is everything taken care of?"
"Don't worry, Boss. We're professionals. No traces left. On the way back, I was also keeping an eye out. No tails."
To prevent the news from leaking, after successfully completing the job, the dark-skinned man, under the boss's orders, killed all his accomplices.
Currently, only he and his boss knew about this, with no third party involved.
Besides preventing the exposure of the incident, there was another benefit to this: the fewer people alive, the more money each person could divide!
"Well done." The man in the suit rarely smiled and pulled out a bank card from his pocket, tossing it over. "There's ten million in the card. Take it. Go hide somewhere for a while. After a few days, when the heat dies down, I'll sell off this batch of goods. The rest of the money, I'll divide it with you once I get it."
"Thank you, Boss! Then I'll take my leave first. Don't forget me when the goods are all sold." The dark-skinned man eagerly took the bank card and turned to leave.
The next second.
"Pfft!"
The dark-skinned man felt a searing pain in his chest. Looking down, he saw a silver tip stained with blood protruding from his chest—a dagger.
The dagger had pierced through his heart, and he was stabbed clean through.
The person behind him, stabbing him, was naturally his boss.
As the dark-skinned man was on the brink of death, a voice echoed in his ears: "I told you to take it... and you actually dared to?"
"Boss, you..." Before he could finish the sentence, the dark-skinned man's eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
The man in the suit retrieved the dagger, took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket, and wiped the blood off his hands. Then, he bent down and picked up the bank card...
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
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.
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."
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?"
