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A tale of a firefighter who was reborn in the United States to become a detective, where a revolver truly symbolizes romance. A slow-burning American police story, it is bound to be a complete narrative.

Under a crimson moon, Brian discovered that just like some rare extreme psychopaths, he also acquired a miraculous ability: to fulfill the lingering attachment of the remains and receive gifts from the corpses. While he felt joy, there was also a bit of confusion. Being of good conduct and benevolent to others, why did he also receive the crimson moon's gift? This was the greatest insult to his noble character!!!

Facing a meteor, I wished for a stable and respectable job and money to spend, only to become the lucky one physically carried away by the meteor. After drifting through chaos, I was reborn as Nezha. The good news is all my wishes came true, the bad news is the world is not right. Nezha, carrying fragments of the Creation Jade Slip and Chaos Pearl, doesn't want to follow the old path of becoming a tool for Taiyi to avert disasters, so he apprentices under Nuwa. What do you mean I killed Ao Bing? I don't know Ao Bing, you should ask someone else. What do you mean Yin Shou is tyrannical, he is just an enthusiast of cultivation. Stone Ji is a spirit born from rocks, naturally, she matches my expertise in mending the sky, so let her be my good friend (tool). Why do you say Zhao Gongming looks simple-minded? I think he looks very much like my brother-in-law. Let’s see how Nezha securely cultivates in the prehistoric world, defying fate and ascending the Great Dao.

【Gunfight + Mystery-solving + Decisive Killing】 I had already been backstabbing the underworld, and now you're telling me I was planted as an undercover cop??? Dean looked at the boss with eyes that would not close in death, scratched his head, and could only take the opportunity to transform into Los Angeles' five-star good citizen—Detective Dean! Ps: There's nothing supernatural, but there is a dark world out of our ordinary reach, filled with assassins, thieves, and all kinds of bizarre cases...

In a small town in North America, Sun Yan inherits the cemetery originally owned by his grandpa. When sorting through things that his grandpa left to him, he finds a notebook which may help to reveal the true reason of his grandpa's sudden death. When a man comes over with a mirror, red blood seeps from the notebook and forms a large amount of context: "Reward Mission [Cursed Magic Mirror] Task Difficulty: ☆☆ Task Synopsis: A Magic Mirror cursed and filled with resentment, interacting with it will bring misfortune to mortals, an Evil Spirit will take the life of every owner, your death countdown has begun."

Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water. She paused in front of her kitchen's window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion's garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening. Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body. A DEAD BODY! Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, "What are you doing?!" Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here. "Gardening." "And the body?!" she looked at him in disbelief. "Fertilizer," he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?! She then heard him ask her, "Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?" he gave her a sweet smile. Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~

Als Belle mehrere Stunden vor Morgengrauen aus einem Albtraum aufwachte, holte sie sich ein Glas Wasser. Sie hielt vor dem Fenster ihrer Küche inne, als sie eine brennende Laterne vor dem Garten ihres Herrenhauses bemerkte. Ihr Butler stand dort mit einer Schaufel in der Hand. Dies war keine Stunde zum Gärtnern. Neugierig machte sie sich nach draußen, aber als sie nah genug herangekommen war, um eine große und tiefe Grube neben ihrem ewig stoischen und höflichen Butler zu sehen, sah sie, wie er einen verwesten Körper aufhob. EINE LEICHE! Ihre Augen weiteten sich ängstlich, als sie ihren gutaussehenden Butler sah, wie er den verwesenden Körper in das frische Loch warf. Sie fragte entsetzt: "Was tust du da?!" Überrascht, seine junge Herrin zu dieser Stunde wach zu sehen, starrte er sie mit demselben Gesichtsausdruck an, den er all die Jahre beibehalten hatte. Er hatte sichergestellt, dass sie schlief, bevor er hierherkam. "Gärtnern." "Und die Leiche?!", schaute sie ihn ungläubig an. "Dünger", antwortete er ihr, bevor er die Schaufel aufhob, die auf dem Boden lag. Belle war jetzt sicher, dass etwas von ihrem Butler Besitz ergriffen hatte. Wer vergrub schon Leichen als Gartenpflanze?! Dann hörte sie ihn fragen: "Möchten Sie mir beim Einpflanzen helfen, Fräulein Adams?" Er schenkte ihr ein süßes Lächeln. Hinweis: Wenn Sie ein Buch mit Komödie, leichtherziger Romanze und einem gotischen Hintergrund genießen. Dieses Buch ist für Sie~

A smug smile appeared on her step sister's lips when she finally revealed she was actually pregnant with her mate's child. Her father's futile attempt to apologize, for ignoring her all this time, because he had his own reasons and asked her to understand. A plea of forgiveness from her mate as he begged her not to reject him, claiming it was just a stupid mistake that he shouldn't have made. And to top it off, a cursed alpha from the north, to whom her step sister was actually promised, is here to collect his debt, so she has to take her place as the sacrifice now. Darn!

Al despertarse de una pesadilla varias horas antes del amanecer, Belle fue a por un vaso de agua. Se detuvo frente a la ventana de la cocina cuando vio una linterna encendida frente al jardín de su mansión. Su mayordomo estaba allí, pala en mano. No era hora de dedicarse a la jardinería. Curiosa, salió al exterior, pero cuando se acercó lo suficiente como para ver un gran y profundo hoyo junto a su eternamente estoico y educado mayordomo, lo vio recoger un cuerpo en descomposición. ¡UN CADÁVER! Sus ojos se abrieron de par en par con miedo cuando vio a su apuesto mayordomo dejar caer el cuerpo putrefacto en el agujero recién cavado. Preguntó horrorizada: "¿¡Qué estás haciendo!?". Sorprendido de ver a su joven señorita despierta a esa hora, la miró con la misma expresión que había mantenido durante todos estos años. Se había asegurado de que estuviera dormida antes de venir. "Haciendo jardinería". "¿¡Y el cuerpo!?", lo miró con incredulidad. "Fertilizante", le respondió antes de recoger la pala que estaba en el suelo. Belle ahora estaba segura de que algo había poseído a su mayordomo. ¿¡Quién usa cadáveres para la jardinería!? Entonces le oyó preguntarle: "¿Quiere ayudarme a plantarlo, señorita Adams?", mientras le dedicaba una dulce sonrisa.

Se réveillant d'un cauchemar plusieurs heures avant l'aube, Belle alla chercher un verre d'eau. Elle s'arrêta devant la fenêtre de sa cuisine lorsqu'elle remarqua une lanterne allumée devant le jardin de son manoir. Son majordome se tenait là, une pelle à la main. Ce n'était pas l'heure de jardiner. Curieuse, elle se dirigea dehors, mais lorsqu'elle fut assez proche pour voir un grand trou béant à côté de son majordome éternellement stoïque et poli, elle le vit ramasser un corps en décomposition. UN CADAVRE ! Ses yeux s'écarquillèrent de peur lorsqu'elle vit son séduisant majordome laisser tomber le corps en décomposition dans le trou fraîchement creusé. Elle demanda, horrifiée : « Qu'est-ce que vous faites ?! » Surpris de voir sa jeune demoiselle éveillée à cette heure, il la dévisagea avec la même expression qu'il arborait depuis toutes ces années. Il s'était assuré qu'elle dormait avant de venir ici. « Du jardinage. » « Et le corps ?! » le regarda-t-elle, incrédule. « De l'engrais, » lui répondit-il avant de ramasser la pelle qui était par terre. Belle était maintenant certaine que quelque chose avait possédé son majordome. Qui donc jardinait des cadavres ?! Elle l'entendit alors lui demander : « Voulez-vous m'aider à le planter, Mademoiselle Adams ? », lui adressa-t-il avec un doux sourire.