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Well Written Detective

I Have a Special Detective Skills

  Police academy student Lin Shuyue died while bravely helping others, but she was not completely dead. She was transformed into a trainee reporter with the same name in a parallel universe.   Looking at the countdown of only three hours of life left on the good and evil system that she had just bound, Lin Shuyue fell into deep thought: She was alive, but not completely alive. Only by exposing the criminals and assisting the police in arresting them could she extend her life!   Fortunately, the system has its own criminal scanning radar that can distinguish people's good and evil values, and randomly drop various rewards, otherwise her life would be over!   In order to survive, she sneaked into criminal gangs one after another. On the way of investigating criminals and uncovering the truth, she became an excellent investigative reporter, won various news awards, and was also the youngest winner of the Lifetime Achievement Award in contemporary times...   A captured human trafficker: I looked like a good and honest person, but she gave me two big bags right away...   A Class A wanted criminal: She said she found a good place for me, but ended up taking me to the police station…   A principal of a school for Internet addiction treatment: I just wanted to give the children a click therapy, but she saw it and insisted on giving me the same treatment...   Director of a certain bureau: "Ahem, reporter Lin, when will you come and sit with me?"   The head of a special case team: "Reporter Lin, we have a major case here... Are you interested in listening to it?" ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ * Idealistic journalist, with a big golden finger. One sentence summary: Give strength to the powerless and help pessimists move forward. Concept: Investigative journalists empower the powerless and help pessimists move forward. ♤♤♤♤♤♤ Brief review of the work:   Lin Shuyue died bravely for a just cause, and traveled through time and space to become an intern reporter of the same name, and was also bound to a good and evil discrimination system. In order to survive, she sneaked into criminal gangs one by one, and on the road of investigating criminals and revealing the truth again and again, she became an excellent investigative reporter, won various news awards, and was also the youngest individual Lifetime Achievement Award winner in contemporary times.   The heroine of this article participates in various cases, big and small, from the perspective of a reporter. While assisting the police in solving the case, she also grows a lot. The author's writing is fluent, the plot is compact, and the pace is fast. This is a criminal investigation masterpiece worth reading. ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ No. Of Chapters: 218 Chapters ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ Alternative Name/s: I Have a Special Investigative Skills / I Rely on the Good and Evil System to Punish Evil and Promote Good ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ Original Author: Rain Falling on the Curtains (Yǔ luò chuāng lián) ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ nerdygangster14's Note: This book is not mine. All the content are all credited to original author and the publisher of this book where I have read this book. I just want to share this story to you guys cause this book deserved to be publicized and loved by others. I'm a fan of this book and the author of this book.
nerdygangster14 · 64.9K Views

MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

If you are into Overpowered Main character, this book is for you. This is the most overpowered character you would find who started from the bottom to the top. A thrilling journey and adventure on his path of power and to the absolute peak. ___________________________ Anthony was an orphan and has been through the hard life filled with suffering Working twenty four hours a day with nothing to show for it. He prayed everyday for a better day but god seem to not hear him He only read novels and other books in other to escape his harsh reality, because it was only in it he found solace He died one night on his way home from work after cursing god for the first time as a result of his frustration. He thought he would be heading to hell for cursing god. But a Unique being that even the universe couldn't fathom was intrigued with Anthony's soul. He decided to grant Anthony a wish after he had been through a hard life Follow Anthony as he vows to achieve whatever he couldn't in his past life. He shall stand above all with absolute power All tremble with just the mention of his name Overpowered✓ Handsome✓ NOTE: This is my first book. HAREM PASS: DENIED R-18: DENIED Support us with your power stone and gift. Check out my discord to know how to increase the release rate to three chapters daily from the one chapter daily rate. DISCORD: https://discord.gg/ZNUNmJEEVC .................................................................... NOTE: The book cover isn't mine, if the owner wants me to remove it, I will
LORDTEE · 1.2M Views

"The Prehistoric Survival Manual: Written by an Engineer"

The sky smelled different. When Li Xiu opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was not the sky’s brightness or the canopy of unfamiliar leaves above him, but the scent—earthy, humid, sharp like crushed bark and smoke. Then came the pain. A dull ache pulsed behind his temples, like someone had struck him with a rock. He sat up groggily, wincing as dizziness made his vision swim. His hands were small. His arms—thin. His feet bare, caked with dried mud. He looked down at his body. It was… wrong. Too small. Too light. Like the limbs of a malnourished child. And then, the memories hit. Not his memories. Not all at once, but in fragments—mud huts and fire pits, cold streams and stone knives. A hunting spear too heavy to lift. A group of children laughing and shouting, calling him names in a tongue that he somehow understood. “Mu,” they called him. “Grass-Eater.” “Idiot.” “The one who spits meat.” Li Xiu clutched his head, panting. This wasn’t a dream. He had died. Or perhaps not quite died—but his body was gone. Left behind in some sterile lab, slumped over a desk cluttered with microgrid diagrams and empty coffee cups. And now, somehow, he had awoken in this world—no, in this body. The village was already awake. Smoke curled from cooking fires, and the scent of roasted meat drifted from the central pit. Women with painted faces stirred thick broth in stone pots. Men returned from the morning hunt dragging the carcass of something that looked like a cross between a deer and a boar, its tusks nearly as long as a man’s arm. A tall man—broad-shouldered, dark-eyed—spotted him and sneered. “Mu,” he barked, tossing something at his feet. A hunk of half-raw meat. “Eat, before the dogs do it for you.” Li Xiu stared at the meat, throat dry. It stank. He could see flies already gathering at the edges, and the fat was still twitching from leftover nerve reflexes. His stomach turned. He remembered, vaguely, that Mu—the original owner of this body—had always refused meat. Or more precisely, his body had refused it. Sensitive digestion. Vomiting. Nausea. The tribe believed it was weakness. Uselessness. A soul not worth calling back from the womb. But the original Mu hadn’t been able to explain it. Li Xiu could. He understood the importance of balance, of nutrition, of edible plants rich in minerals. He remembered how certain roots could be dried into powder, how leaves could be used to prevent infection. But in this world, none of that mattered. Meat was the food of warriors. Meat was the gift of the gods. Chewing leaves? That was for deer. Or worse, for idiots like him. Still, hunger gnawed at him. He turned from the meat and wandered toward the outer edge of the village, where the moss grew thick and the children rarely played. He crouched by a familiar patch of herbs—low-growing stalks with broad, silvery leaves. He recognized the scent: wild yarrow. Good for digestion. Slightly bitter. Edible. He plucked a handful and chewed thoughtfully, ignoring the whispers that followed him. “There goes the grass-boy again.” “Is he even human?” “He must be cursed.” Li Xiu didn’t reply. He sat on a flat stone beside the creek, watching the water ripple past, chewing slowly. His mind, though disoriented, remained sharp. This body might be young, small, and weak—but it had survived. For years. Alone in a tribe that mocked it. Somehow, Mu had lived with nothing but plants and scraps, instincts, and a strange sense of calm. And now, Li Xiu had inherited all that. He looked down at his stained hands, then at the huts in the distance, smoke curling against the morning sky. This wasn’t the life he had planned. But maybe… just maybe… It was a life he could rebuild. Not through hunting. Not through violence or brute strength. But through something far more enduring. Knowledge. And if all he had, for now, were weeds and roots and a brain full of engineering theory— Then so be it. The idiot boy who ate grass would
zaemeowlikebeef · 1.1K Views

You know me well

"Wise men say Only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you Shall I stay? Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you?" - song by Elvis Presley This is story about a young and beautiful girl, Catherine Qiu who has been raised by single mother. Her life changes when she meets Zyan Smith and falls in love with him. Zyan , a romantic at heart! Who would have guessed a self-proclaimed Casanova would fumble nervously and measure his words to a woman? With the right woman, a man always feels the compulsion to say the right words.  Catherine, painfully practical and a woman who would not recognize romance if it rained roses on her way. Excerpt: "let's get married" he said. "No I'll not Marry you. We don't love each why should I marry you? what benefits will I get?" she said. after some month: "let's get married " she said. "I'm always ready to marry you" he said. "I want to clear one thing I don't love you so are you still willing to marry me ? " she said without any emotions. few years later: " I want baby let's make one" she hugged her husband. "we already have two daughters" he said. she pouted. "but we can make love" he said leaving all his work. A girl who has lived with rejection from a man, her father, and is now slowly and warily stepping into a unknown territory of being a recipient of male attention. There is a long way to go before she fully entrusts her heart in the hands of a man. So Let's find out together the journey of Catherine and Zyan. English is not my first language so please pardon me. Cover is not mine, all credits goes to owner.
kamlina_paro · 5.2K Views

Memory of Heaven: A Destiny Written in the Endless Spiral of Time

***Warning!!! : My Novel writing style is characterized by poetic narration, rich metaphors, and highly detailed descriptions.*** ------------------------------------------------------------------------- In a world scarred by existential wounds and fractured memories, Fitran Fate is one of the few who still clings to his own will. Yet his destiny is bound to an ancient mystery hidden deep within the roots of the Tree of Life—and to the name of a woman he can never truly forget: Rinoa Alfrenzo. Rinoa, the heiress of House Alfrenzo from the Gaia nation, harbors a secret that even the gods cannot unravel. Her very existence bears witness to the world’s forgotten history, serving as a bridge between past and future, and as the key to a spiral of memories that refuse to be buried. As great powers—humans, angels, and void entities—clash to seize control over the roots of reality, Fitran and Rinoa find themselves caught in an endless war of meaning, betrayal, and the search for the origin of love and identity. Throughout his journey, Fitran faces immortal beings, ancient sorcerers, and god-forged machines created to seal away humanity’s sins. He navigates labyrinths built on incomplete logic, challenges the power of the Gödelian Curse, and traverses the ruins of the ancient machine city to awaken the world’s last hope: Deus Ex Machina. Meanwhile, Rinoa battles the curse of memory, hunted by Earth, Gaia, and entities from beyond—all in order to protect the fragments of names threatened with erasure from history. Yet the deeper they descend into the spiral of remembrance, the more they realize that memories and wounds are two sides of the same truth. Their love is tested by sacrifice, betrayal, and eternal loss. In the climactic battle against the Voidwright—the entity that rejects all meaning—Fitran and Rinoa must choose: accept oblivion as the end, or rewrite the world’s meaning with the ink of their own memory. As the roots of the Tree of Life crack and the gods intervene, the final question emerges: Can love endure in a world where even one’s own name cannot be remembered? Memory of Heaven is a dark fantasy epic about meaning, loss, and memory—a tale where every remembrance might be the key to heaven, or the beginning of everlasting ruin.
Fitransyah · 199.2K Views
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