Rebirth: He refused to Divorce Again - Chapter 87 - : A Single Stone Stirs Up a Thousand Ripples.

It all started after I received that weird email…

What? Click the boxes to select the body type?

Want me to select a starting point?

Let me put in the name and be done with this, it’s getting late…

I always was bad with Chinese names… how about… Zhang Dong … Hehe…

Wait why is everything going dark…

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Author: I don’t own the art, first time writing anything and English isn’t my first language… so plz no bulli…

Genius Female Forensic Scientist VS Tough Criminal Police Captain[Mystery + Detective + Sweet Romance + High-IQ Crime + Serial Killings + Psychological Profiling + Suitable for the Faint-hearted]Schizophrenia, antisocial personality disorder, high-IQ crimes… This is a world where psychopaths run rampant.The Cat Fetus Case, the Lovers’ Butcher, the Angel of Death… Evil delusions always invade reality, accompanied by violence.Their First Meeting:Mu Mian asked very sincerely, “Hello, would you be willing to donate your body to me after you die?”Later:Fang Rui: “If I fell into the water along with a victim’s corpse, which one would you save first?”Mu Mian: “You!”Fang Rui looked at her with some surprise.Mu Mian: “Because the corpse will float by itself~”

[‘Lightning Magic Primer’ has been consumed. Your understanding is very high.]

[The 2nd Circle magic ‘Lightning Bolt’ has been acquired.]

The unprecedented magician who will eat all the magic books of the world has appeared.

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