"I'll bring Old Zhou to the interrogation room!" one of the officers volunteered.
After some analysis, it was clear that Old Zhou had the strongest motive for the crime. The missing service weapon was most likely stolen by him!
Xu Mo and Han Fei both nodded and headed to the interrogation room together, preparing to question Old Zhou once he was brought in.
Before leaving, Xu Mo patted Wang Dachuan on the shoulder. "You've improved!"
Although Old Zhou's motives and the clues in the case were pieced together by Xu Mo himself, Wang Dachuan also deserved credit for pointing him in the right direction.
If Wang Dachuan hadn't suspected Old Zhou, Xu Mo wouldn't have been able to deduce things so quickly.
Receiving Xu Mo's praise, Wang Dachuan couldn't help but let out a sheepish chuckle.
"Thanks, Captain Xu!"
...
Interrogation room.
Old Zhou, the auxiliary police officer, was brought in by the officers.
His expression was calm, as if he knew nothing, and there wasn't a trace of panic or nervousness in his eyes.
As expected of a seasoned auxiliary officer, his psychological resilience was impressive.
Xu Mo didn't beat around the bush and got straight to the point.
"You were in contact with Hao Qi when he returned to the station after completing his mission, right?"
"Yes," Old Zhou replied with a composed nod.
"Did you notice the holster on his waist at the time? Was the gun still in it when he returned?"
"I didn't pay attention to that."
Old Zhou remained calm, but Xu Mo noticed a subtle change in his micro-expressions. He was lying.
Despite Old Zhou's strong psychological resilience and his excellent ability to mask his emotions, his lies couldn't fool Xu Mo, who was well-versed in psychology.
At that moment, Xu Mo became even more certain of his earlier deduction.
Old Zhou was definitely hiding something!
The next second, before Xu Mo could continue, Old Zhou began defending himself.
"I know you suspect me, but I didn't take Hao Qi's gun. I only bumped into him briefly at the entrance, and we barely exchanged a few words. There's no way I could have stolen his gun in such a short time. Besides, Little Wu and the others were there too. If I had taken the gun, they would've noticed right away... You can verify this with Little Wu and the others."
It had to be said, Old Zhou's psychological resilience was top-notch. Even sitting in the interrogation chair, he remained calm, and his words didn't sound like a defense but rather a statement of facts.
If Xu Mo hadn't already deduced Old Zhou's motive, dealing with such a seasoned individual would have been challenging. Even if he could tell Old Zhou was lying, Xu Mo might not have been able to get the truth out of him without resorting to truth serum.
If you weren't the prime suspect, I might have actually believed you... Xu Mo smiled.
"I heard from Little Wu that you've been wanting to become a full-time officer for a while now?"
As soon as these words were spoken, a flicker of panic appeared on Old Zhou's otherwise unshakable expression.
However, the panic only lasted for a moment before disappearing.
Old Zhou sighed.
"Yes, of course I want to become a full-time officer, but... the exam is just too difficult for me. I'm getting older, and my memory isn't what it used to be. I've taken the exam several times but never passed."
"Have you ever considered other ways? As far as I know, there's more than one path to becoming a full-time officer, right? You can also get promoted by making significant contributions, isn't that right, Captain Han?" Xu Mo glanced at Han Fei beside him.
"That's right, making significant contributions can also lead to promotion," Han Fei nodded.
Old Zhou's expression stiffened again, and his eyes began to dart around nervously.
Xu Mo then turned back to Old Zhou.
"Have you ever thought about using that path to get promoted?"
"I, I..." Old Zhou opened his mouth, hesitating several times before forcing a smile. "I've thought about it, but making significant contributions isn't that easy. I'm just an auxiliary officer; I don't even have the authority to enforce the law. How could I make such contributions?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Mo countered.
"Don't you think this missing gun case is your chance to make a significant contribution? If you could solve the case and find the missing gun, that would be a huge achievement. You could get promoted immediately."
Old Zhou's expression became uneasy, and his smile was strained.
"Haha... Captain Xu, you're quite the joker. There's no way I could solve this case. I don't have that kind of ability."
At this point, the calm demeanor on Old Zhou's face had completely vanished.
"I think you do," Xu Mo stared intently at Old Zhou. "Where do you think the missing gun is now... hidden in your car, in your desk drawer, or somewhere else equally discreet?"
Xu Mo's gaze was sharp, as if it could pierce through Old Zhou.
Being stared at like that made Old Zhou extremely uncomfortable.
Not to mention, Xu Mo's words directly pointed the finger at him. Old Zhou panicked, blinking uncontrollably several times and no longer daring to meet Xu Mo's eyes. He kept swallowing nervously.
"I don't understand what you're saying. How could I have hidden the gun? I didn't steal it."
Through this exchange, Old Zhou's psychological defenses had already begun to crumble.
It wasn't just because Xu Mo suspected him. If it were merely suspicion, he wouldn't have been so nervous. His anxiety and incoherence stemmed from the fact that Xu Mo had accurately pinpointed his motive. Xu Mo was right.
Old Zhou had thought his plan was flawless, but it had been exposed. Xu Mo had deduced everything through sheer reasoning.
Xu Mo pressed on.
"You really want to become a full-time officer and not remain an auxiliary officer forever. But you can't pass the exam, so you started thinking of alternative ways. You considered getting promoted by making significant contributions. However, such opportunities are rare. Your precinct hasn't seen many major cases, and even if there were, you wouldn't have the ability to solve them and earn recognition."
"So, you decided to create a major case yourself, one that you could solve, allowing you to get promoted. But major cases often involve lives, and perhaps out of a sense of justice or fear, you didn't want to kill anyone. After much thought, you came up with a case that didn't involve murder but could still be classified as major—a missing gun case."
"You stole Hao Qi's service weapon, hid it, and planned to reveal it at the right moment to claim credit, allowing you to get promoted. Am I right? Where is the gun hidden?"
After finishing, Xu Mo stared intently at Old Zhou, who was sitting in the interrogation chair.
Old Zhou fell silent.
He slowly lowered his head, sighed, and then let out a self-deprecating laugh.
"Impressive, truly impressive. As expected of Captain Xu, the man who solves impossible cases. Your reputation is well-deserved..."
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
