A Laid-Back Life as a Netherworld Civil Servant

Updating at 6,000 characters a day. The update time varies, usually around midnight~ Su Xiyan had yin-yang eyes, but his life had always been peaceful. That was, until a bizarre weight-loss pill became all the rage at his school. The people who took it grew thinner by the day, until they wasted away and died. Now his roommate was facing the same fate. To save his roommate, who was on the brink of death, Su Xiyan accepted a job offer from the Underworld. With an iron chain and a little notebook, Su Xiyan became a civil servant in the Underworld. He got health insurance, a housing allowance, holiday benefits, and rewards including all kinds of secret techniques, talismans, and magical artifacts... The bigwigs of the occult world suddenly realized that the new rising star, Su Xiyan, was stealing their business rather often. Mysterious skeletons, wells that spoke to the dead, parasitic wooden carvings... He was at the center of every bizarre case. Su Xiyan: I'm just trying to make a living. Sorry to bother you. A recommendation for a new novel I'm planning. Please add it to your collection. "Foreseeing Death Made Me a Suspect" Bian Zhou had another dream. The owner of the baozi shop near his home lay in a pool of blood, staring at him with eyes that would never close. Behind him stood someone holding a knife, watching him. A hazy figure, the sharp stench of blood, and a flash of shining steel. Bian Zhou woke with a start. He took five yuan and set out to buy a few baozi, planning to check on the shopkeeper while he was at it. In his experience, the victim in his dreams was always alive and well at that point. Whether they would still be alive later depended on whether they listened to his warning. When he knocked three times on the door in the first light of dawn and heard no answer from behind the half-lowered shutter, he began to feel that something was wrong. Worse still, when he turned to leave, he saw a blood-covered person holding a knife not far away. The good news was that the person hadn't killed him. The bad news was... Bian Zhou came to in the middle of a murder scene. A long knife had been placed in his hands, and the baozi shop owner lay opposite him, eyes wide open in death. Only one path remained before him: 1. Call the police. 2. Call the police. 3. Still call the police. And how was he supposed to explain that he was just an ordinary guy with a little precognitive ability who had come to warn the shopkeeper, and had now been framed? = A City had recently solved several murders. The methods and locations had nothing in common, but what surprised the police was that every surviving victim said someone had warned them to watch out for danger. Some had received notes, some paper airplanes, and one had found words spelled out with stones at their door. These strange circumstances caught the attention of the special investigation team. Zhou Chongjing opened the door and looked at the person suspected of being involved in the latest crime scene. “Bian Zhou?” “You said you came to buy baozi at around five in the morning and were attacked. But did you know this?” “The autopsy report puts the baozi shop owner's time of death at 7:23 a.m.” “He was still alive when you entered the shop.” Theme: