The Commandant Keeps Making a Fool of Himself

After being shot in the head, I transmigrated into a dysfunctional household with a terrible family register, caught the eye of a sleazy old man, and, just when I finally dealt with him, fell into a murder trap...

Chu Xi touched her conscience. “I don't think I killed him, did I?”

Her conscience didn't hurt at all. “Whether you killed him or not, don't you know?”

Chu Xi: “What a mess! Why am I so unlucky?!”

Still, I'd heard that protagonists whose stories start off miserably often end up incredibly successful, with mountains of wealth and beauties all around them.

A few years later, Chu Xi looked at the various criminals kneeling before her,

and at everyone coming and going beside her, raising cups with her,

and her conscience finally felt the slightest twinge. “What happened to all those beauties?”

P.S. This novel is primarily a crime-solving story, with no System.