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?"

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!

......

"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]

An unknown event awakens everyone on Earth to become Card Masters. The world enters a data-driven mode, and countless secret realms descend upon Blue Star. Countless demons and monsters wreak havoc on the world, and behind these secret realms lie connections to countless other worlds. Card Masters rise to power, wielding extraordinary strength to explore the truth behind these secret realms. The protagonist, Lu Ziye, awakens a god-level talent and discovers the entrance to the "Howling Cave" secret realm in the basement of his own villa. Seizing this great opportunity, he commands spirit beasts, rises rapidly, and traverses various secret realms, seeking the unknown truth behind them.

Several years ago, an accident left Mo Bai paralyzed on one side of his body, and he passed away in agony.

After his life ended, Mo Bai was given the chance to be resurrected in the infinite world.

By continuously clearing levels, you can not only survive but also heal your legs and stand up again.

[Playing House]

System: "Ding, hello player, players in this world are divided into spectator group and combat group."

System: "You are a spectator player and have been awarded the title 'Flawed Porcelain Doll.' You can display your charm to make the monsters automatically move away from you..."

In an effort to regain his health, Mo Bai excitedly swung his metal baseball bat and smashed the monster's head.

Mo Bai: "System, what did you say?"

System: "I didn't say anything. Congratulations to the player for leveling up and obtaining the title 'The Broken Iron Doll'."

The Earl's Villa

System: "System friendly reminder: 'The broken iron doll' - you can demonstrate its aesthetic value, and the Earl will let you play with it..."

Mo Bai killed the perverted count with an ice hammer.

Mo Bai: "System, what did you say?"

System: "I didn't say anything."

After passing several levels, Mo Bai asked the system in confusion, "System, why is my dungeon more difficult than others'?"

System: "Because you never follow the walkthrough! Look at how high your title has gone! Fight on, 'Solid Diamond'! Are you still a spectator?"

Mo Bai: "Oh, I don't like your strategy guide. I refuse to view it!" Theme: A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime.

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?"