Forensic pathologist Chen Mo travels back to 1997 and discovers he is the sole suspect in a murder case!

Faced with overwhelming physical evidence, he picked up a scalpel and performed a simulated autopsy on himself.

Starting with turning a wrongful conviction into an ironclad case, let's give the world a shock to forensic science!

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"You mean you refuted the physical evidence by comparing your own injuries?"

"No, the fact is that these so-called ironclad pieces of evidence have fundamental flaws in their verification."

"So, according to your conclusion..."

"The real culprit is someone else!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a furious roar came from the side: "Who exactly allowed the suspect to get involved in the investigation?!"

[Forensic Investigation] [Case Solving]

What makes a martial artist? The exertion of strength. What makes a chivalrous hero? The exertion of spirit and will. ...A kick decides victory or defeat, a punch determines life or death. "I practice the Netherworld Technique, I've learned my lesson!"

Ryan Bloodmoon: "I want to buy a large house with a garden and fountain in the mage district of Casano City, then marry a beautiful pure-blooded human lady. If possible, I'd also like to take a pure-blooded elf girl as a concubine." ———【Demon's Lament】is a game with an extremely grand world view. Three hundred years after the pacification of the orcish invasion, the demon plane invaded the Thunderclap Continent. The continental alliance composed of races such as humans, elves, orcs, goblins, dwarves, and giants suffered repeated defeats, retreating to Casano City, preparing for a desperate battle. Thirty-six legendary mages from all over the world gathered in Casano City, unleashing a terrifying forbidden spell, repelling the demon invasion, and tearing apart the interdimensional gate connecting to the abyss plane. One hundred years after the demons' defeat, the forbidden spell elements swirling around Casano City dissipated. Ryan Bloodmoon, from the distant mines...

In the misty sea fog, on the deck of the ghost ship, Hern Iheroa gazed into the distance, using a brass telescope inlaid with inhuman eyeballs, at a geometrically indefinable outline. He mechanically tore at the rotting fish flesh in his hands, stuffing it into the relatively neat slit in front of his skull, known as the "mouth." At that moment, only two questions occupied Hern's mind. First, when would he find a doctor? Second, what about the remaining 1,278 mouths on his body after he had eaten his fill—"So, doctor, is there... any hope for us?"

Transmigrating to another world, you're trapped in an attic and become a madman. Your only golden finger is just for sarcastic remarks. [Bad news: Your uncle is planning to make you disappear from the family tree with dignity.] [Good news: The beautiful widowed countess attending the banquet needs a new puppet husband to protect her territory.] So, Dashian becomes the contracted husband of this "internal and external troubled countess." [Bad news: From your cheap uncle to the surrounding hungry wolves, from the mole in the castle to the inquisitor of the church, everyone is lining up to make you and your new wife disappear.] [Good news: It seems that your shadow... can eat all their magic and holy light as a snack?] So, in order to be a good husband to this countess, the ordinary Dashian decides to start with the first thing: fill his stomach and become...

A large forest has all kinds of birds; a complex human heart has all kinds of people. Some repay kindness with kindness, while others repay goodwill with enmity; some are loyal to the death, while others are two-faced. Observe the affairs of the world to understand the hearts of men. All walks of life, from the three religions to the nine schools of thought, from the five trades to the eight professions, are all in *Pet Master* [Morning Breeze Paradise]

When the unpredictable Old Ones awakened, bringing their black mist and crimson moon, the world plunged into an eternal night of decadence. Less than 10% of humanity remained, huddled in the steam-belching Brass City. They exploited the Destiny Dimension to enter horrific dungeons and acquire extraordinary powers, yet they lingered on, on the brink of extinction. Then, the writer stepped forward. "Only the Old Ones can defeat the Old Ones!" Li En, a pink, oval-shaped cell cluster, consulted his diary, his two tiny tentacles alternating in front as he pondered deeply. "So, this is why I was summoned here?"

Mid-11th century, the Count of Greningen, nestled at the northern foot of the Alps. Friedrich had been transported there for over a decade. Originally, he only intended to be an heir to the countship, inheriting the title after his father's death and living a peaceful life. However, by chance, he became a servant to the young king and narrowly escaped death in a coup a few years later. Banished back to his territory, he was acutely aware that chaos was imminent, and even a king without power would be at the mercy of others. With his father's support, he cultivated forests, recruited artisans, established workshops, expanded his army, and quietly amassed strength. Now, the king had come of age and begun to rule personally, intending to revitalize the monarchy; princes had seized royal lands and refused to submit to the monarch; and the Church, after a century of reform, sought to break free from secular control. In this chaotic situation, Friedrich...

[Rogue cultivator + mortal path + cultivation technique upgrade]

A time traveler? A chosen one? No!

I, Chen Ping, am an eighty-year-old man whose lifespan is nearing its end. I possess a low-grade spiritual root and am at the third level of Qi Refining. I have only eighty-seven days left to live!

[The host's will to survive has been detected to be extremely strong...]

[Lifespan Burning System, Activating...]

"What system?!"

"I only have eighty-seven days left!!"

Rather than waiting to die a pathetic death, I'd rather use this worthless life to gamble on a future!

[Consuming sixty days of lifespan, the cultivation technique "Eternal Spring Skill" has been upgraded to "Azure Wood Technique"!]

With immense magical power, the bottleneck was shattered!

But there are only 27 days left!

The shadow of death and his inner resentment drove Chen Ping to take a desperate gamble.

Others cultivate immortality to achieve eternal life, I cultivate immortality... to prolong my life!

Supernatural phenomena have revived, the gates of hell have opened, and the mortal realm overlaps with reality. Ancient taboos have become the laws of survival, the thousand-year-old sorcerer has awakened, and hundreds of ghosts roam the human world at night. Strange arts, forbidden spells, folk tales, urban legends... the Bureau of Abnormal Creatures Investigation, the Foundation for Containing the Strange, the Revelation Society... Coffin, Nuo, Liang, Ling, Di, Qi, Yong, Shi—the eight gates of folk burial. The coffin is the first of the eight gates. The movement of carrying a coffin is forbidden by the supernatural. ... "Ji Yun, I've never heard you say what your family does." "We do a small business in the town." "What kind of business is so mysterious?" "We run a coffin shop." "..." PS. If you're looking for something to read, check out the 3 million+ pent-up books "Cataclysmic Card King" and "Mechanical Alchemist."