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Detective Lin Mo fell from a building while chasing a serial killer, and when he opened his eyes again, he became a disciple of the Qingyun Clan in the martial arts world. Everyone here has a lot of inner strength. They rely on "intuition" to solve cases and "fists" to judge. Lin Mo touched the handcuffs in his pocket - they were useless; he looked at the "martial arts traces" on the scene - he had a headache. Until the leader died mysteriously, everyone thought he was possessed. Lin Mo squatted down, used toner to brush out unfamiliar fingerprints, reconstructed the scene with blood stains, and used psychological profiling to profile the murderer's motives. "This case," he raised his head and said to a group of stunned martial arts masters, "has a bug." Since then, there has been a "divine eye judge" in the world. He used science to deconstruct martial arts, used logic to crush metaphysics, and used evidence to defeat all "world rules." But the more cases he solves, the more he discovers something is wrong: diaries left by previous time travellers, scientists who disappeared a hundred years ago, time and space relics called "Nine Heavens"... All of them seem to point to the same truth: his time travel was not accidental. And that organization hidden in the shadows has been waiting for a hundred years. "Since we can't go back," Lin Mo put away the scalpel and smiled at the martial arts leader in front of him, "it's better to make this world more reasonable."