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Books by 吃葡萄的猫
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Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty as a Constable: I Know All the Murderers! 穿越大明当捕快：凶手我都熟！
[Mystery] [Foresight] [Crime Solving] [Cultivation] [Wuxia] [Officialdom] Yan Fei is a fan of mystery games. "This kind of text-based game is the very essence of a mystery game." Yan Fei thought as he looked at the screen. - The Great Ming, eighth year of the Xuande era. - A murder has taken place at a manor twenty li east of the capital. - The victim, Shopkeeper An, was found dead in a pavilion outside a restaurant. Apart from the victim's footprints, no others were found. - The ground is three
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Wuxia Crossover: I Came Back from the Dead, and the Great Master's Relics Are Mine 综武：死而复生，大佬遗物归我了
[Rebirth + Revenge + High IQ + Cunning + Character Growth] Duan Changping was once the heir to a renowned escort agency, but his youthful arrogance and indulgence in wine and women ultimately brought his family to ruin and left him backed into a corner. During ten years undercover, he barely survived in the shadow of the White-Faced Yaksha, cursed with a fatal Gu poison and reduced to a slave of the Demon Cult. Even so, the White-Faced Yaksha showed no mercy, casting him aside like so much tras
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I Woke Up After a Car Crash as a Criminal Psychology Expert 车祸醒来：我成了犯罪心理学专家
His stepmother was murdered. His father beat and berated him every day. Then came a car accident. Qin Xiao woke up in a white space inside his mind. He lived there for an unknown number of years. There were many people there, who called themselves psychologists, neuroscientists, codebreaking experts, forensic pathologists, and more. Qin Xiao spoke with them for one year, two years, three years. Eventually, he lost track of how much time had passed. Then, one day... A voice came from outside the
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The Demon Contract: No. 3 Kesh Street Detective Agency 恶魔契约，凯什街3号侦探事务所
In a dimly lit room, Shi Xian sat in a chair with his head in his hands. Nearby, the body of his fiancée, Clara Anna, hung from iron chains, swaying with the creaking machinery in the room. -Click, clack, click, clack... A sharp, continuous noise suddenly filled the room, echoing like thunder. An old typewriter that looked abandoned began typing on its own, without anyone touching it. ‘Do you want to bring her back to life?’ Shi Xian stared blankly at the typewriter. Where was the voice coming f
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