100 Ways to Solve a Murder - Chapter 132: Anatomy of a Crime Scene

Having transcended countless trials and tribulations, Han Li has finally managed to ascend to the Immortal Realm… or has he?

Instead of the Immortal Realm, Han Li somehow finds himself in a lower realm known as the Spirit Domain Realm, having been stripped of his powers, treasures, and memories of the past 300 years.

Trapped in a foreign realm with limited resources and none of his allies from the Spirit Realm, Han Li must piece together what happened in the past 300 years.

Will he be able to return to the Immortal Realm, or will he be forced to languish in this lower realm for the rest of his existence?

It seems that as usual, the odds are stacked firmly against Han Li…

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Lu Xuanji transmigrated to the Zifu Realm and realized that cultivation was an arduous journey.Due to the monopoly of resources, the strong grew stronger while the weak turned weaker. His clan was in a difficult situation. As he munched on cold, leftover food, he thought of the pathetic situation that his clan was in.Thankfully, his cellphone transmigrated along with him.The File Manager app, which could store a large amount of information, was used to store 10,000 scrolls of martial arts techniques.The Fortune Reading app, which could analyze information input, was used to deduce future events and break down martial arts techniques.Google Maps, which showed panoramic views of different terrains, was used to locate enemies and identify spots for minerals.The Phone Banking service allowed him to exchange currency for spiritual stones.The mobile game, Orchard, allowed him to get spiritual fruits by planting trees.As such, Lu Xuanji led his clan to rise up to the pinnacle of life.

In the first reincarnation of Earth, the immortals vanished.In the second reincarnation of Earth, the dragon race disappeared.In the third reincarnation of Earth, mankind faced despair.Living in the third reincarnation of Earth, Ding Huan does not want to die.

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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