I Can Hear a Serial Killer's Voice in My Head - Chapter 87: The Ninth Case (1)

“Dafeng Night Watchman” tells the story of modern policeman Xu Qian'an who traveled to the Dafeng Dynasty. As soon as Xu Qian'an traveled through time, he was involved in the case of the loss of his second uncle's tax silver. He was later implicated and imprisoned and faced exile, but he successfully solved the case with his past life experience and wisdom, rescued himself and his second uncle's family, and joined the night watchman organization. After that, he encountered various murders, political struggles, and entanglements with mysterious forces. He killed his superiors in anger to save the female relatives of the prisoners, was involved in the Sangpo case, participated in the struggle between Buddhism and the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Monsters, and entered the sight of major forces. In the end, Xu Qian'an realized that his mission was to plead for the people and protect the weak. He began to run around for the people of the world, promoted the alliance between Dafeng and the Southern Xinjiang Gu Clan and the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Monsters, and joined hands with Princess Huaiqing to launch a coup to save the people of the world. The novel combines a variety of cultural elements such as Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, the demon clan, and sorcerers, showing Xu Qian'an's intelligence and detective skills.

Shaymon, the man who has achieved the apex of dark magic, is framed as being a Demon King and is killed.

After falling to my death, I woke up with two bodies?!Reincarnated as both a humble commoner boy and a privileged young noble girl, our protagonist enjoys their new chance in life with two different perspectives. Although they only wished for a peaceful life, the world had other plans in store, presenting them with a few unexpected obstacles along the way.Now, they find themselves confronted with bandits, secret evil organizations, terrifying monsters, and... romance?

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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