This book is a collection of poems I have written over the course of this year. It's full of my thoughts, feelings, wishes, dreams, and things that inspire me.

Esta é uma webnovel de fantasia em um estilo semelhante as séries Discworld e o Guia do Mochileiro das Galáxias.
O mundo de Propasa  tem fortes inspirações nas mitologias mesoamericanas como Inca, Maia, Asteca, Tupinambá, etc.…
Não existe uma intenção de um retrato fiel de nenhuma mitologia, mas uma influência multicultural com o intuito de criar algo diferente.
Existem muitas referências sutis a mitologia, livros, quadrinhos, filmes, RPG e até videogames. Como por exemplo a princesa prometida, um clássico da sessão da tarde.
E antes de começar a ler é bom saber que diferente da maioria dos livros de fantasia lançados recentemente, o livro que tem em mãos possui começo, meio e fim.
Boa leitura.



Em um mundo de fantasia um grupo de garotas recem saidas de uma academia de magia partem para aventuras. (primeiro volume "uma linda feiosa e os dragões de Licorne" esta disponivel na Amazon e clube de autores)

"You don't know how did this happened? How is that even possible? You were the one that handled our Christmas show. You were the one who was so confident that this Christmas collection will be a great success." father was shouting. He looks at Mrs. Johnson. "Tell me how did this happen?"

"Sir the Christmas collection was going on smoothly. But at the last minute the designs were changed by Ms. Julia without my knowledge." Mrs. Johnson said. "I was also surprised how the designs were changed without my jurisdiction."

"Mrs. Johnsons after further investigations the team of Ms. Julia made the new designed clothes in secret." Erica said.

"Father I'm innocent. I didn't know that my team made this changes. I was also shocked to see the clothes were different at the show." Julia said.

My father's face was full of anger. "How can you don't know? They are your team!" father shouted pointing a finger on Julia.

"I'm sorry father. I'm innocent." Julia was crying her heart out.

"Investigate what happened with the team and make the necessary repercussion." father said to the two men.

"Sir that will be a little hard." the man with gray hair said. "All of them have resigned just after the show and moved out of the city."

My father's face was full of furry. "Who are we having plagiarism issues with?" father asked.

"Looking thru the designs it was from the designs two years ago from Ms. Queenie Versales." the younger man answered.

"My designs?" I said.

"Oh Ms. Queenie, you're here. Please take a sit." Erica offered me a sit besides her.

"How did my designs end up in this year's company's Christmas collection?" I asked while taking my sit.

"The fashion critics that were watching the show recognized your designs from two years ago. And because of that plagiarism issues have spread." the young lawyer explained. "As for how your designs end up in this year's Christmas collection is still under investigation."

"Julia, because this was your project you will have to take the fall for this. Before the investigation is over you are suspended until further notice!" father was furious. Then he held his chest and staggered. He held on the table to support himself.

"Daddy!" I panicked and run towards him.

"Father!" Julia shouted in concern.

"Mr. Williams." other people also looked at my father out of concern.

I hold my father. "Father what are you feeling?" I asked him. "Please call an ambulance right away." I told the people around.

"Don't worry baby. It's just my chest feels tight." father said while holding his chest.

"Hold on daddy. An ambulance is on the way." I said worriedly while holding him.

After a while paramedics came and took my father inside the ambulance.

"Andrea tell Sawyer I'll follow daddy in the hospital." I said.

"Yes Queenie." Andrea answered.

I was shaking. Then I felt Andrea hold my hands.

"Don't worry Queenie. I'm sure your father will be okay." Andrea tried to comfort me.

"I can't lose him now when we are having a good relationship." I said full of worry.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the cover photo. Credits to the owner

Jillian Rose Williams had it all. She was born in a good family with wealth and fame. She had a fiancee that loved her dearly. She was a princess. Until one day everything changed.

The stepsister that she dearly love like a real sister betrayed her. 

“Dear sister. All you have will be mine.” her stepsister Julia said.

Not only her wealth and fame but also the man she loved the most was stolen from her the day she died.

But fate wasn’t unfair to her. She had survived her death. And after 8 years she had returned.

“Now I’m back I will take everything that’s rightfully mine. I will have my revenge.” Jill has come back as Queenie Versales. The Queen of the fashion world.

The town guards swaggered over to us. The waiters and attendants of the restaurant moved instead to soothe the other patrons of the restaurant about the disturbance.

One of the town guards, a broad-faced man with a rough mustache and stubble chin, pulled at an empty chair and pushed it over towards our table. He sat on it, facing backwards, and grabbed a chicken leg off the spread.

He munched on the meat and then pointed with the bone at Yae, "I remember you. Didn't I tell you to keep out of trouble? I see you've found yerself a whole new set of troublemakers."

Yae frowned slightly. "They were the ones to accost me, what was I supposed to do? It was self-defense, that it was."

"I'm not talking about some little crooks. You should just have ran away instead of makin' a show of it! Violence is not a solution to everything!" and then he pointed at me, "And you… what's your excuse?"

I smiled. "It was crazy, officer! There were these idiots who just wouldn't let us go until we allowed them to run their faces into our fists! Repeatedly!"

He scoffed. "A joker, huh? You'll find we have no patience for jokes in this here parts. No one asked you to butt in, you lot did more damage to the town than anyone."

"They were threatening to do things to Yae!" Elze shouted out. "You can't blame us from DOING YOUR JOB FOR YOU! What sort of town guards are you anyway? Where were you when all of this was happening?"

"Hey, what we know is what we can do about. If rascals want to rumble in the streets, that's not something we can fix until someone tells us so we can go there! You know how big this town is? We were actually just about to get there when you lot just all decided to run away! Don't you play dumb now, there's lots a' people who saw you fighting recklessly in this here good town!"

"Hmm? Why is damage to the town more important than criminals accosting people out on the street?"

Monika pulled up relevant info about town guards. When thinking about town guards, what immediately leapt to mind was Sir Terry Pratchett's novels about the City Watch of Ankh-Morpork in Discworld.

/"But that itself was inspired by the Rembrandt Van Rjin's painting of the Night Watch, which itself was commissioned by Captain Banning Cocq and seventeen members of his Kloveniers – civic militia guards! So… town guards might not actually be directly employed by the local lord or mayor!"/

She looked at the town guards. /"Yet volunteer militia would certainly be better dressed, better equipped, and better motivated for crime prevention. I think maybe they're less volunteer police officers than the more structured protection racket of the local government."/

Wait.. that brought up a strange idea. Could… could the whole thing actually have been staged, and the town guard were about to swoop in and show themselves being all protectors of the peace? The deliberately leaked Yae's location as bait as an excuse to show off and gleefully and justifiably break some heads? Remind the shopkeepers about how much they were 'needed', maybe?

I shrugged. "So what's the problem?"

"The problem is that you used magic in town. That's against the law. You damaged town property! And that's gots its penalty!"

"One could also argue that being under fear for our lives, NOT resorting to magic would have been dumb as hell going four against about, what, ten armed and hostile criminals? Criminals who had some strange courage to commit such violence in the middle of the day, threatening **** and death, and people were just watching interested at seeing a young girl beaten down."

Then I shook my head sadly. "I do not have much sympathy for this town."

"Who needs yer worthless sympathy? Two gold penalty for ye," and he looked at the girls, "each of ye, or ye spend a month in the clink!"

"Ha! Good lu-"

I reached under the table and patted Elze's knee to keep her from resorting to violence. She glared at me, pop-eyed, from the side. I shook my head gently. We did not actually have the budget to pay for an interesting restaurant floor fight scene with tables and plates and fleeing diners flying all over the place.

I had a thing against ruining other people's honest business for no good reason. I was always on the side of the poor innkeeper on those kung-fu movies and wished they had a decent bouncer to toss these hot-headed idiots out on the street.

"I guess that just leaves one question, then…" I reached into my chest pocket and flashed my purple Adventurer's Guild card. "Am I being detained?"

Monika groaned and palmed her face.

The town guard tsk'ed. "Just like I figured. You lot always think you can get away with anything. Just a Purple? Don't get too full of yourself, boy."

"There's nothing wrong with taking free legal advocacy that comes with being a duly licensed adventurer. The Guild does not usually interfere, but that doesn't mean they can't be asked to intervene. Some of us choose to follow laws as much as possible – and expect that the law treat us fairly as well."

"Just for that, it's three gold and if not we're bringing ya in right now!"

I raised my gloved hand up, still urging Elze or Yae not to move. The town guard flinched a bit, but then there was that flash of eagerness passing across his face?

I held that pose for several long agonizing seconds. I measured how much hassle it would be to just fight our way out of this joint. The guards had their hands on their swords and bent down slightly ready to move, but as the seconds passed no one budged.

I stared at the guard in front of me, meeting his eyes with the blankness of my own plastic-shelled visage until I could see him sweat. His face broke open in a contemptuous sneer. 

"You… you don't even actually want to do that, do you?" I murmured. "You want me to swing the first punch…!"

I closed my raised right hand to one pointing finger. "[Playback], please."

Then I had Monika replay the recording of what he had just said for the past thirty seconds. The sneer slowly faded from his face as he realized we had some magic to accurately replay events as evidence to his own superiors. Null magic was personal magic, it was not something they could stop just from denying access to magic stone.

"Oh. Right! I forgot, you did say you could perfectly remember and repeat again everything you could see and hear!" Elze gushed out melodramatically.

All the way back at the start, I had asked for and read the Guild guidebook. Reflet Guildhouse was happy to assist, it was always good to see new adventurers treating their new career seriously.

There was actually a very strong precedent for this and helped to protect the Guild's neutrality across different nations. Trumped-up charges was the best way for local lords to try make adventurers 'learn their place', until they learn that the adventurer they were hassling just so happened to have strong ties to an army or well capable of blasting through their town walls all on their own.

The Guild usually did not interfere with their adventurers unless what they were doing impacted the reputation of the guild as a whole. It actually turned out that local puissant lords thinking they could push around the guild and threaten adventurers was a threat to their neutrality. If their kings had already granted the Guild their grace to operate, from where do these petty tyrants get their arrogance?

Adventuring was also an old past-time of royals sending their sons to more directly gauge the mood of the populace and ferret out malingering lords. As the history of the Adventurer's Guild stated, not just a few adventurers became nobles in their own right, even kings. The monarch of a certain northern neutral kingdom was even a Guild Grandmaster.

"Is it just because we're adventurers? Do remember that there is nothing that prevents nobles and royalty from becoming adventurers as well, town guard. I know that you don't know who I am, so let me just ask you this – are you feeling lucky?"

I smiled thinly. You want to hassle me with legalese for dealing with your job of failing to keep the peace from criminals in your own town? Then be prepared for me to hassle you back with politics.

"Feth!" he spat aside. "You adventurers are all the reason we have this problem in the first place! You all think you can just walk into town and cause trouble? We have to live with the mess you all leave behind!"

"I would normally be much more sympathetic with the damage we caused, but really it's a good reminder that there are some people whom stupid untrained criminals can't just push around. If they had any real strength, they'd have been adventurers instead."

He grit his teeth. Implied of course, was that anyone with any real strength would be an adventurer instead of a mere town guard.

"So what if we're just town guards? You're going up the whole of Amanesque! You're just another criminal if you try to fight us!"

"And if I actually don't, you're just another crooked servant trying to steal good coin from their lord by under-reporting income from fines! I get to spend time in jail and get this whole thing made into a scandal for your master and then win money from him! You get to lose your head!"

I laced my fingers together in a Gendo pose and grinned. "Some property damage is nothing compared to evading your lord's rightful dues! I think we should be talking about how much you should be paying /me/ to keep silent about this instead."

"You…! You won't get away with this!"

/"Wait, why have the roles seem to have reversed so suddenly?"/

I kept pushing. "You won't get away with lying about anything, town's man. That eight gold you're trying to extort from me, I could pay a whole lot of adventurers and barristers to swarm this town instead. You know you don't have the personal strength to bring me in, and if you wake up the knights they're not going to thank you for it.

"You're vastly overstating the damage you're using as an excuse for this. I could easily prove that it was nothing more than some broken flagstones on the road and some scratches on the wall. That would be trivial to fix even by the shop guilds nearby. Why don't we go talk to the actual magistrates about the proper fines, hmm?"

/"Oh, I get it. All of this – it's a provocation. It's funny, maybe they actually were going to try to frame you or scam you through the Guild but you accidentally used their very own tactic against them first!"/

He scowled back at me for a few long moments, and I feared we'd have to resort to violence anyway.

But then he spat at the floor. "…. feh. I've no time for this noise. Lord Klass is nae impressed with any dang adventurers, you'll see. But I'm not gonna be stupid enough to get his attention, it's always in a bad way." 

He seemed to weigh the risks of me making some official ruckus versus the ruckus he wanted to get. Without a wrecked restaurant, he wouldn't have as much excuse for the hefty fines and the pleasure of seeing us on the rack. Once outside, adventurers would be far more easily able to overpower them, escape, and leave town with minimal damage. Just some adventurers roughing up the town guards... that was not worth the knights' time, making them chase down some miscreants on command. 

The tail should not wag the dog.

But adventurers wounding the pride of the powers of the nobility, that was another matter entirely.

He grabbed at a sandwich and motioned for the other guards to start plundering our table as well. "Count yerself lucky it's too late in the evening for me to bother dragging all of youse all the way down town!"

"Yes, that certainly is a believable excuse not to do anything," I replied neutrally.

The town guard snorted again, and then spat out a glob of phlegm at my face. "Wind," I uttered. The snot-ball was deflected off to the side. A waiter yelped out in disgust and dismay at the stain on his uniform.

"Whatever, boy. I'll be watching you. One more step out of line, and I'm tossing you into a cell, see if I don't!"

"We're just passing through, we'll be out of your hair by tomorrow." Or what's left of it, I didn't say. "And if we do meet again, I will remember you too."

Grumbling, they left the restaurant. They took whole dishes with them, and I meant including the dishes. They could probably pawn those off somewhere too.

"Honestly, such ruffians!" the waiter snorted in their wake. He glanced at our purple card and his nostrils dilated in barely-disguised disdain, but a Purple could become a Red or Silver eventually (and thus earn far more) and get famous. A town guard would always be just another trumped-up commoner.

"... I think it's great that you solved that without violence, Mister Zah," said Linze. Unlike her sister, she was much more sensible and didn't enjoy the thrill of combat and didn't hurting others even if they deserved it.

I exhaled roughly and slumped in my seat.

… yeah, this place needed a Sir Samuel Vimes far more than it needed a Batman.

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Behold the antics of Zah Playa Von Chara, someone actually prepared for his isekai adventure, and Monika, the traumatized AI living in his smartphone. They bring a new perspective into a tired old genre! Follow them along this Reconstruction of a cliche harem isekai story, bringing their unique brand of laugh-out-loud hilarity, innovative battles, real drama, and real consequences for every decision! 

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Warehouse No.19 stored everything transported over from the temporary transfer warehouse. Rows of boxes were neatly arranged. Besides magical stones, Lu Shu planned to take everything else as well.
As for the four trucks of human goods, they had been transferred to some other place. The affair was managed only by Kuriyama's most trusted men and had been treated as a top secret in the Collection of Gods.
It was understandable. Li Xianyi would certainly beat them flat if he ever found out about their human sacrificial rituals.
Moreover, the practice itself was downright unethical. If the information leaked out, the international reputation of the entire organization would suffer. Lu Shu suspected that they might have extended their evil plan to foreign Metahumans too.
Lu Shu closed the door. Darkness returned to the warehouse. Then, using the divine water as his source of light, Lu Shu opened every box that contained magical stones. All the stones disappeared the second his hand reached into the box. It was so fast!
With the Seal of Lands, this was an easy task.
Like a black hole, Lu Shu absorbed everything in the warehouse, with only empty boxes left behind. Pillaging the warehouse was his greatest takeaway from this Japan trip!
Only when everything was safely kept in his Seal of Lands, did an unprecedented sense of security and peace rise in Lu Shu's heart.
According to the label on the boxes, there were 1,000 magical stones in each box, and there were 92 boxes. In other words, Lu Shu had gained a whopping 92,000 stones in one shot.
He did not mean to exaggerate but the current Lu Shu had the affluence comparable to that of an entire country!
Of course, he was referring to smaller countries.
Afterwards, Lu Shu carefully put the boxes back in place. He would not appreciate any suspicion when he opened the door later.
At this moment, Lu Shu heard sounds of the ground trembling from far away. Dust was falling down from the warehouse ceiling due to the shaking.
Was that an earthquake? Didn't seem so. It felt more like a weighty creature marching on the ground, shaking the earth beneath its feet.
Having packed up the boxes, Lu Shu left the warehouse at once. The outside was in chaos. Tomosaka came to him and asked worriedly, "Lord Yamada, what's going on?"
"I don't know," Lu Shu replied, "Since you were outside, did you hear anything about it?"
Tomosaka almost trembled in fear. "I'm not sure either. I heard there were two Class B knights coming towards us. They must be giants!"
Lu Shu had never heard about any Class B giant knights. He then turned to Tomosaka. "Follow me. There's something I need to tell you."
With that, he pulled Tomosaka into the warehouse. "Have you ever heard the sound 'Ka'?"
"Huh? What kind of 'Ka' are you talking about, my Lord?" Before he could react, his neck had snapped with a "Ka".
"From Tomosaka Toshi's distress, +1000!"
So far, the only person who knew Lu Shu's visit to Warehouse No.19 was dead. Thus, if anyone wanted to crack the case, they must check the access card log in the control room.
No matter what was happening, Lu Shu decided to leave at once. With the permit to leave granted by Kuriyama, going back to the city would be a piece of cake.
At this moment, the footsteps were drawing closer and closer, seemingly aiming right at the base. Ear-piercing sirens sounded outside the walls, upon which numerous people were running and shouting, "Alarm! Alarm! Enemy attack! The Mansion has been destroyed!"
Lu Shu was dumbfounded. What was going on? The Collection of Gods Mansion had been destroyed? Was it a full-out invasion against the Collection of Gods?
Despite the constant turbulence in the realm of cultivation, no one would casually start a Practitioners' world war. Who on Earth had the guts to assault the Collection of God's main base?
After the incident at the Koh Chang remains, the pyramid structure inside the Collection of Gods had lost its balance. The number of high-level Practitioners had plunged significantly.
Moreover, not all Collection of Gods members were concentrated in Nishinokyo at the moment. They were scattered across the entire country.
According to the information given by the Heavenly Network, the total population of Collection of Gods members in Nishinokyo was around 3,000, with their strongest fighters being Takashima Tairatsu and Kitamura Kijitori.
Suddenly, lights across the whole base went out one by one. This was soon followed by the deafening sound of an explosion from somewhere in Nishinokyo.
Darkness shrouded the entire base. Needless to say, electricity was vital to a city. What a smart move to destroy their electricity supply system first!
Shock and horror befell the Collection of Gods base. After half a minute, light returned to the building as the backup electricity system kicked in.
Lu Shu caught a man who had just run down the enclosure walls by his collar. He demanded, "Where are you going?"
"From Maeda Tomosaki's distress, +199!"
"My Lord, I'm going to call for help. An enemy attack is coming!" The man's feet almost left the floor under Lu Shu's lift. He was in a hurry to report the situation, but now he could not even escape Lu Shu's grip…
"Who are the enemies?" Lu Shu asked curiously.
"Not sure. They are very scary! Survivors from the Mansion have confirmed the destruction of the Mansion. And Lord Kitamura Kijitori is currently engaged in a battle with the enemies!" the man explained, anxiously, "The only information so far is that there are not too many of them. But they are very strong!"
At this time, a giant elevating platform was activated in the center of the base. Over one thousand members had come up from underground. Judging from the total number, they should be all of Takashima's manpower. The Collection of Gods was on full alert!
Like a fighting machine, the entire Collection of Gods had geared up for the battle. But what kind of enemies could make them so alarmed? Could it be Nie Ting? That would be awesome!
But Lu Shu knew it was almost impossible. He had suspected the two knights to be ancient heroic spirits summoned through Chen Baili's magical spells. They must be strong enough to be able to beat Li Yixiao up in the bathroom. But spirits like this could never be sustained for this long.
After a while, Lu Shu had finally ruled out the possibility of the involvement of the Heavenly Network, because the two knights were clad in European-styled armor.


Magical energy has come to this world; Lu Shu could only stare as one powerhouse after another appear.

Looking at his own peculiar ability, he exhaled a breath of cold air.

Dog balls!

...

This is a story of how Lu Shu used poisonous chicken soup to become the Demon King

Translator Synopsis:

This is the story of an orphan, Lu Shu. He is not any regular orphan, but a metahuman experiencing the changes in himself, his country and the world during the dawn of the magical era. Watch as Lu Shu embarks on a journey to hone his peculiar abilities together with his sister, the adorable and charismatic Lu Xiaoyu. Along the way, they’ll encounter supernatural events, obstacles and even the most powerful people in their country. How will Lu Shu make the best of his abilities and oust his never-ending list of rivals and opponents?

The stock room was one of the largest room that he had ever seen.  The unusual sides of the room were waved so it made it look like the vehicles were floating on an endless ocean.  It did not look like the industrial downtown that Ellie had grown very used to over her stay at the Wong Building.  Henry took her hand and he showed her around the different levels of the showroom where they could admire the interesting models that the Wong family had collected over the years.  All of the car had a hydraulic lift below them so they could be lowered to the garage on the floor below and driven outside if the owner wanted to go for a test drive. There were also little plaques if a vehicle had historical significance or if the car had been driven in a formal race.  Ellie found herself drawn to a Ford Fairlane that had been raced in 1966.
Henry was glad to see Ellie's look of serene repose.  It was so nice to find someone who looked at this collection with as much reverence as he did.  They way she touched each car was as if it was an idol of a god. "Don't you find this place to be spectacular?  There is no other place in the whole United States that has such an extensive collection. Our full collection is in China of course, it's my grandfather's collection there."
"I am so happy that our attachment got me to find such a beautiful place.  I have dreamed of such a place. I always went to doctors who were innovators in their chosen medical specialty. In that same way they always wanted to push for advancements here the scientists are also trying to find the most perfect designs. To see what inspires people that intelligent is really a privilege." Ellie looked on with her face full of wonder. "I can't say I am that eager to get back into the driver's seat but looking at all of these cars really makes me miss mine. I'm so happy that people can use racing to get themselves out of bad situations. To be able to drive fast and well is prized anywhere you go. I'm happy that the new vehicle that could dominate the track could come from this very building. It's exhilarating to think of those possibilities."
Henry looked at her with fresh eyes. He had seen many men speak like this where they wanted to trade in big ideas. Here was a lady who really understood. She savored the heart and passion and science that went into making the incredible machines she had the privilege to drive. To find someone who understood these things the same way that he did felt like finding a precious flower in a garden. Great minds think alike, Henry thought to himself


Facing a marriage deadline, CEO Henry Wong impulsively weds Ellie Chen, a broke former professional race car driver dying of a wreak she had on the track. 

In return, her younger brother will receive a generous scholarship -- and Henry will have the enchanting Ellie as a wife, if only for a time. 

Then fate takes a hand, and Henry suddenly finds herself with a healthy, vibrant wife -- a siren he finds it hard to keep his eyes off of.

Henry turned to the other woman who was standing in the room as he clutched Ellie close to his chest. "You have seen it yourself now Aunt Dorota, she is such an elegant lady, with a humble character, and her kind nature is something I will never find again. And you know, she has the strength to match my mother -- she used to be a well-known race car driver you know." 

The hug around Ellie started to grow uncomfortable as she squirmed a little. She wanted to move away, but knew that would detract from all the work that had been put in upto this moment so she swiveled her head. Like a butterfly landing she put her head on his shoulder and looked at Dorota. "I'm so lucky to have you, my love."

"Police Officer!" Li Mengqi who looked haggard said, "I'm already in this state. Why would I be joking with you? Even if I failed to apply as a tainted witness, I have no reason to talk such drivel! I have checked the list for three times! The most valuable calligraphy from Qing Dynasty and the pearl necklace from Republican Period are still here. Only one stamp album is missing!"
Zhao Yu and Miao Ying met each other's eyes when they heard the unbelievable result.
"A stamp album?" Zhao Yu didn't know anything about stamp collecting so he quickly turned around to tell the police detective behind him to get Liang Huan over.
"It's the stamp album, I'm very sure!" Li Mengqi pointed at her list and said, "I bought it over myself, there wouldn't be any mistake! Police officer, I admit that most of the items here are stealing but the stamp album is not! I bought it over through legal procedures!"
"Hmph!" Zhao Yu pulled the chair and sat in from on Li Mengqi, "What is legal in black market merchant? No matter how many hands it had gone through, stealing will forever be stealing! You've been doing this for so many years, you should know this!"
"You?" Li Mengqi looked at him again. From what she knew, police force wouldn't know so much insights about the black market merchant.
"Hurry up!" Miao Ying said, "The earlier you tell us the truth, the faster we can arrest the robbers! If we arrested them, it would definitely be beneficial you!"
What Miao Ying and Zhao Yu said was similar and that astounded Li Mengqi. She calmed herself down and told them the whole story about the stamp album.
The stamp album belonged to an amateur collector. The collector devoted himself to collecting precious stamps and organise them nicely into the album. Every protection sleeve is custom made according to each stamp size, all very precisely done.
But, unfortunately, after the collector passed away, the collector's son got into gambling. To pay off his debt, he had to sell off the stamp album.
The debt collector was not sure with the value of the stamp album then they called Li Mengqi's group over.
Li Mengqi also said, according to the valuation by the experts, the stamp album was worth about one billion. But there were many collections of stamps that had potential for appreciation in value. It might double its value then if they held on to it for a little longer.
Then, Li Mengqi loot a burning house and bought the stamp album with only five hundred thousand. She saved it in the safe deposit box in Qinshan Bank since then.
After five years, the value of the stamp album did actually doubled or more, to probably three to four million!
Three to four million?!
Zhao Yu took another glance at Miao Ying, she raised her eyebrows in shock. Although three to four million wasn't little, they thought there was not a need to rob a bank just for the three to four million!
What is going on exactly?
Five bank robbers, risking their lives, just to steal a stamp album? Did Li Mengqi make a mistake or was there any other reason?
"You…" Miao Ying thought and asked Li Mengqi, "Do you still have the photos of the stamp album or the stamps?"
"Yes! Of course!" Li Mengqi said, "I know where it is! But police officer, I wish I could still be a tainted witness. I will give full cooperation to police force to find the suspect!"
"That's not a problem!" Miao Ying promised, "Hurry up! Don't waste anymore time. From now onwards, we have recorded your performance. During trial, it would give you points!"
"Yes yes yes!" Li Mengqi thanked Miao Ying and immediately told them the exact location of where she hid the photos.
"Then, Zhao Yu and Miao Yu interrogated Li Mengqi to see whether if she had other safe deposit box that she used to store stealing and whether if she knew anything about the corpse in the safe deposit box.
Li Mengqi said that she didn't have any more safe deposit boxes and that she had never heard anything about the vacuum packed corpses in the safe deposit box.
To not let any clues slip, Miao Ying showed Li Mengqi the photos of the victims but Li Mengqi didn't know any of them either.
Zhao Yu felt that they had returned to the starting point again. It seemed that bank robbery case had nothing to do with the Corpse in The Bank Case.
Just that when the robbers broke opened the safe deposit boxes, they accidentally broke opened the one with the corpse.
But if there was no evidence, everything was just empty talk. They must find the robbers to find out the truth.
Speaking of arresting the robbers, things had gotten strange.
Did the robbers really came just for the stamps? Are they die hard stamp collectors? Why would they rob the bank for stamps? Are… Are they crazy?
The calligraphy from Qing Dynasty that Li Mengqi spoke of cost at least eight million. If they had stolen that, it would be understandable. They could've sell off the calligraph and buy the stamps.
What is going on?
Zhao Yu and Miao Ying returned to the police station with strong curiosity, waiting for the updates regarding the photos of the stamps. Although Li Mengqi's black market merchant did not fall under jurisdiction of Rongyang, it was involved in the bank robbery case. So, the leaders gave commands that the case would fall upon Rongyang Branch as well.
That increased Rongyang Branch's workload without a doubt. Luckily, purchasing of stolen property fell under financial crimes, so Li Mengqi and the others were sent over to Economic Investigation Department. That helped lighten the burden of Key Case Investigation Unit.
But the police detective in Key Case Investigation Unit knew that the case would be reassigned to them again if Economic Investigation Department found any serious robbery or burglar groups.
Time flies. It was already eight at night. The photos of the stolen properties that was encrypted in Li Mengqi's desktop at home were successful retrieved by the police detectives.
To be able to find out the robber's intention, Liang Huan asked for help from two experts from Postal Association personally.
Those photos of the stamps was zoomed in to the maximum and put on the high definition LED screen. Liang Huan was identifying the lost stamp album with the two experts.
Zhao Yu didn't know much about stamps but he found it interesting. So, he stayed to watch.
"This is 'Imperial Uncle Cao' (A Chinese mythological figure, one of the Eight Immortals)!" Just when they flipped open the first page, one of the expert recognised and pointed at one of the stamps, "When the TV was showing Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea back in 1985, the post office released a collection showcasing eight different main characters. However, due to the delay in design work, it was not released as a set but one by one instead. It was dragged on for about a few years."
"Because it was not released as a collection, there were not many people that managed to complete the collection! This 'Imperial Uncle Cao' was the earliest one!
"I remember that too!" The other elderly expert smiled and said, "I collected them too back then! The 'Immortal Maiden He' was the most limited one. To complete the collection, you have to be able to buy the 'Immortal Maiden He' stamp!"
"So… How much does this cost?" Liang Huan asked.
"About fifty to sixty thousand! It is well kept!" The elderly expert smiled, "But if it was a complete collection, it would be amazing! The starting price would be from two million!"
Oh?
Zhao Yu heard and thought, is there a reason why the robber took this stamp album for?
Just like the 'Imperial Uncle Cao', the robbers had the other seven Immortals stamps but they had to steal 'Imperial Uncle Cao' to complete the Eight Immortals collection?
But two billion seems too little.
The experts flipped to page two as they spoke. That other page was full of colourful stamps. There were four in a set and there were ten sets. There was a mini figurine doing gymnastics on every stamps.
The collection looked rather old, it seemed like a really far off era.
"Wow! That's amazing!" The elderly expert exclaimed, "A full collection. This is the Broadcast Gymnastics Collection from 1952!"
"Cough!" Liang Huan shook his head and said, "I thought what so amazing! This Broadcast Gymnastics Collections can be bought on Taobao. It's about ten thousand for a set! They distributed one billion and two hundred fifty thousand collections in total, this is so-so!"
"Yo, Little Liang is quite amazing." The other expert complimented, "You know quite a bit! Hehe…"
This expert wasn't done laughing just yet when the elderly experts face suddenly froze! He was shocked stiff by something among the stamps. After a few seconds, he raised his hands shakily to point at the screen and said,
"This… This… Wasn't from the 1952 but 1951's! It's… Oh god!" The elderly expert's eyebrows was shivering too, "This is the one and only copy produced in 1951! One… One and only existing copy! Oh my god, oh my god. Why… Why would it be here?"


A little ruffian who fought recklessly without any morals and bottomline accidentally time-traveled to parallel space and became a Key Case Investigation Team agent. The huge change in identity had him creating chaos in the police station. However, a strange miracle system helped him repeatedly solve mysterious cases, turning him into an impudent ruffian detective!

Sun Yiwu passed the data to Xu Fenglai, "Read it out for everyone to hear."
Sun Yiwu was over the moon at this moment, seeing the results, his heart felt full!
Xu Fenglai faced President Cao and the rest with his face full of pride. "From today's 12 am midnight's first show to now, ticket sales have already reached 80,000,000, and that's only the morning's ticket sales, not including today's afternoon and evening sales. As for the shows at night, the box office collection will definitely explode, based on my colleagues in the distribution department, today's box office collection may exceed 200 million."
President Cao and the rest were dumbstruck, the collection on the first day exceeding 200 million, what kind estimation was that? There were very few movies that could do that, and normally the movies with such results were only Hollywood's blockbuster films.
Seeing President Cao's face turn ugly, Sun Yiwu laughed. "President Cao, you don't need to wait for today's final ticket sales report to come out, until now, ticket sales have already exceeded 80,000,000. Lu Man has already won, it's time to let Bai Shuangshuang go to Weibo and publicly apologize."
Thunderstruck, President Cao's expression was full of disbelief; he did not dare to believe, he refused to believe, and stared at Lu Man's face, could it be that Lu Man had already planned it from the start?
Was she that good?
No! President Cao just could not accept it.
Sun Yiwu still felt that he did not provoke him enough, and said again, "Earlier, when I gave Lu Man a call, Lu Man had told me that a lot of netizens would choose to watch the movie because they would be curious as to why Bai Shuangshuang's parts were all cut out."
Sun Yiwu knew that this outstanding outcome might not be because the movie was filmed very good, after all, different people like different genres, and not everyone would like action films.
But everyone had curiosity, and that was why the movie's ticket sales on the first day exploded. However, ticket sales for the next few days could not be confirmed to be the same.
Nevertheless, as long as the box office results were good, and the sales were good enough, it was a success.
Like a crazy demon, President Cao snatched the report from Xu Fenglai. "Don't believe it! I don't believe it!"
However, in the report, ticket sales were written in black and white.
"President Cao, is it that you don't wish for ticket sales to be good?" Lu Man mocked coldly. "If ticket sales were bad, you wanted me to take responsibility, but now that the outcome is the opposite of what you wanted, you don't dare to believe it. Is it that all this time you were really hoping for ticket sales to be bad?"
When everyone heard that, they turned their gaze onto President Cao, wasn't it the look of someone who hoped the movie would do badly?
"President Cao, isn't this too much!" President Zhou said unhappily.
If the movie's ticket sales were not good, the ones who would suffer losses would be them, right?
President Cao took in a deep breath. "It's not that I wish for the movie's ticket sales to be bad, it's just that I feel that it's not normal for it to be so explosive."
"What? You still feel that I would fake the data?" Sun Yiwu scowled at him. "Is it that you feel that my movie is not that good that I might as well need to create fake data for the box office?"
President Cao sucked his teeth, and that clearly showed what he thought.
Furious, Sun Yiwu lashed out. "If you don't believe it, you can have your people go and calculate the data!"
"That's what I'm planning to do," President Cao said and was about to leave.
"Wait." Of course, Lu Man would not let him off so easily. "As for the bet we made earlier, President Cao, don't dare to forget it."
President Cao's embarrassment turned into anger. "What are you in a rush for, let me confirm the actual result for the box office collection before we talk about it!"
"President Cao, are you planning on going back on your words?" Lu Man questioned coldly.
At that precise moment, President He opened his mouth. "President Cao, we are all witnesses here."
"It's alright if President Cao wants to go back on your word, I hope that you won't regret it again after you go back on your word," Lu Man threatened him coldly.
President Cao looked at Lu Man coldly, hmph! Deliberately trying to make things mysterious!
No matter what, President Cao did not believe it.
President He's gaze turned towards the other three people. "Then are you all still going to hold Lu Man responsible?"
President Zhou and the other two could not really get out of this mess, and could only say with a stiff face. "This incident, we'll let it go."


"Take me in, I'll do anything you want me to!" 

In her previous life, Lu Man is sent to prison after being framed by her step-sister and an asshole. After being released from prison, the only thing that greets her is her mother's tombstone. Seeing the asshole and bitch getting happily along together like one big family with her birth father and step-mother, she sets out to die together with the asshole and her step-sister in fiery flames. 

The moment she opens her eyes again, she finds herself back on the very day she was framed. Resolutely jumping out the window and climbing next door, she seeks refuge from the man occupying the room there. But who would have guessed that the man is the brilliant hunk she has always admired from afar in her past life?

She vows to rub her eyes clean and be more discerning of people. She wants to make everyone who owed her in the past to pay her back! 

"Young Master Han, can you let me hug your other arm too?" 
"Actually, I have one more, do you want it?"
"…" 

When she heard him, Feng Jiu simply looked at him and smiled. She walked inside without saying anything. When she entered, she saw two teachers who were in the midst of a conversation. Her eyes swept over the badges of the two and saw that they were Second Ranked Alchemists.
"Greetings to both teachers." She went forward and bowed respectfully.
The two who were in the midst of their conversation stopped and looked at Feng Jiu at the same time. One of them asked: "Have you refined any medicinal pills before?"
 "Yes."
"Have you read the Grand Spirit Herbs Collection?"
 "Yes, I have."
"How much of it do you remember?"
"If not a hundred, then at least ninety percent of it."
Upon hearing this, the two teachers laughed out at the same time. They didn't say anything more and only instructed her: "There's paper and brush over there. Write out a hundred of first grade spirit herbs, their medicinal properties, things that they are in harmony with as well as their antagonists."
"Yes." She replied and walked to the table and started writing.
The two looked at each other and shook their heads. It was not difficult to write out a hundred kinds of first grade spirit herbs. However, it was not easy to list out their medicinal properties, things that they were in harmony with as well as the antagonists of each spirit herb.
This youth did not say anything more, his reply was simple and straightforward. It was either he was not confident or he was just too full of himself. In their view, this youth was only fifteen or sixteen years old. At this age, it would be difficult to make it in Alchemy. To be familiar with the medicinal properties, things that they are in harmony with as well as the antagonists of each spirit herb was something that was almost an impossible feat.
Therefore, the two of them started to reminisce about the good old days and talked about the decline in the number of applicants who came to apply for the Alchemy division this year. Until now, no one had been accepted and they had to discuss whether they need to discuss with the headmaster to see if they should lower their admission criteria.
While listening to the two people talking there, Feng Jiu wrote down the medicinal properties of the hundred spirit herbs, things that they were in harmony with as well as their antagonists. She had studied the Grand Spirit Herbs Collection before and she was very proficient in medicine. She also had a very good grasp of the pharmacology of those medicines. Therefore, this level was really nothing to her.
About half an hour later, she handed a few sheets of paper to the two people: "I've written them all down, please have a look."
The two of them were stunned momentarily before they glanced at the youth and started to read the contents on the written paper. With one look, they felt somewhat unbelievable, because there was nothing wrong with the answer. This accuracy really confirmed what he had said earlier. Towards the Grand Spirit Herbs Collection, he remembered at least ninety percent of it.
They had initially thought it was just his exaggeration and he was full of himself. Now, when they look at it, the two of them couldn't help but look at each other. Great! This was great! They had finally recruited in a new student to the Alchemy division! They had not recruited any students in the past two admission exercises.
They suddenly had a feeling that he could definitely pass the assessment.
At this moment, both of them were beaming. From the initial indifference to the present kind and amiable face made Feng Jiu lost for a moment.
"Your name is Feng Jiu? You are sixteen years old this year? From a ninth grade country?"
Feng nodded her head as she looked at the two of them strangely.
"Not bad, not bad. Feng Jiu, you are the most outstanding person that the two of us have seen today. Come, come and take a seat and chat with us." The two of them waved her over as they pulled a chair before them and invited her to sit.
Feng Jiu blinked her eyes and was stunned for a moment before she let out a soft sigh. She walked to the chair and sat down in front of them. Seeing her innocent and well-behaved appearance, the two teachers were excited and their expressions softened.
They only felt that not only did this child look good, but also looked like a lovable and kind person. At first glance, he looked like a good boy.


She, a modern hidden ghost leader of an organization which gathered insane prodigies proficient in the various differing skill-sets. Highly skilled in medicine and poison, executes covert assassinations, viewed as insane and demonic in the eyes of people of the world. Killed in an accident, and reborn into the body of a disfigured young girl.

What? Face disfigured, identity stolen? A return to the family dim and hopeless? Her identity can be given up, her family can be forgone, but as for the one who harmed her predecessor who inhabited this same body, if she didn’t at least make them scream in unimaginable agony and throw them into a state of wretchedness, how could she live up to her demonic reputation? Endless turmoil ensues and it’s a battle to dominate over all! See how she shook the world dressed in a suit of red, her sword up against the dominant powers that rocked the Heavens! Her name spread across the seas, shocking the earth!

They left the hospital,and that is also the beginning of a stranger thing.
           They went back to the camp site and started to wonder who is going to bring back the doll.
            "Sally,you should bring back the doll.Maybe,it could be part of your doll collection"said Brendon.
               "No thanks,my collection is currently full"answered Sally.
              "One of the girls should bring back the doll,as boys don't play with doll"said John.
                "Yes,they do.I saw you once playing with a doll"said Michelle.
                 "No,that a action figure.Dolls and action figures are completely different"said John.
                "Whatever.By the way,have any of you guys see Andrea.Maybe we can convince her to bring back the doll"said Michelle.
                "Andrea,didn't she went into the tent to observe more about the doll"said Daren.
                 "Oh,in that case.I will do the honour of convincing her"said Sally.

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