Transmigration: Experiencing Life's End - Dying Peacefully in One's Sleep

Chapter 220 Detective of the Republic of China 1

In the fourteenth year of the Republic of China, at night, in a villa in Shanghai, in a pitch-black room, the person on the bed suddenly opened their eyes.

Qiao Chusheng threw off the covers, walked to the floor, and strolled step by step toward the window.

Looking out the open window, he stood there and gazed outside.

A dark shadow flashed towards him, and Qiao Chusheng instinctively blocked the attack. The two immediately started fighting.

During the fight, with a bang, the table lamp on the window slammed to the ground.

A fair hand swiftly tapped Qiao Chusheng twice, and he found himself unable to move.

He could only look at the dark figure standing in front of him: "Who are you? What did you do that I can't move?"

The footsteps approached, and the figure appeared to be a woman.

"Where is this?" a cold female voice rang out.

"This is my home. You come to my home and don't know what kind of place this is?" Qiao Chusheng said sarcastically.

He was no match for this person, and strangely, he couldn't move anymore, which caused him some emotional distress.

The person opposite asked, "Why don't you light candles in your house?"

"Are you kidding me? Why light candles? It's just that the lights aren't on!" Qiao Chusheng found this person very strange.

"A lamp? Where's the light here?" The figure looked around, seemingly not seeing what he was looking for, and asked in confusion.

"Ha, are you playing dumb with me?"

A gust of wind swept by, and Qiao Chusheng felt a chill on his neck as a dagger was placed against it. A cold voice whispered in his ear, "You want to die? I'll grant your wish."

Qiao Chusheng felt a slight sting and said helplessly, "The desk lamp was dropped on the ground. You can just pick it up and turn it on."

After saying that, I waited a while and the chill on my neck disappeared.

He looked at the person opposite him, then actually walked over, picked up the lamp from the ground, and placed it on the table.

"How to open it?"

Qiao Chusheng felt aggrieved by the threat and thought the man was doing it on purpose. He became a little impatient and said, "Don't you know how to turn on the light? Just pull the cord and it'll turn on."

With a snap, the desk lamp turned on, and the two of them were momentarily blinded by the light before they could see each other clearly.

Qiao Chusheng looked at the person dressed in black opposite him.

Her hair was tied up high, and her eyes were calm and indifferent, as cold as snow. What a beautiful woman, cold as ice.

Yan Jin looked through the light and saw the interior clearly. It was full of things she had never seen before. What was this place?

Her eyes betrayed no emotion, but she was slightly surprised. Wasn't she out hunting down her target? How did she suddenly end up in such a strange place?

The person in front of her was also strange, and the way he spoke made her uncomfortable.

However, she was indifferent to these things and didn't care much about them; she just wanted to figure out how to get back.

"Where exactly is this place?"

Qiao Chusheng also found this person very strange. She spoke in a very refined manner, and he could sense that she had a murderous aura and a bloodthirsty aura about her, and that she must have taken many lives on her hands.

"This is Shanghai, my home. How did you get here?"

"Shanghai? Where is that?"

"You don't even know Shanghai? Who exactly are you?" Qiao Chusheng no longer thought she was pretending to be stupid; he genuinely felt something was wrong.

"I am an assassin. While hunting people in the Chu-Yue Kingdom, I suddenly found myself here!"

"Assassin? Chu Yue Kingdom? You're not kidding, are you?!"

After Qiao Chusheng finished speaking, he met the person opposite him with a cold gaze, as if to say, "Believe me or not, I'll kill you."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Is what you're saying true? Judging from your attire and manner of speaking, did you come here from ancient times?"

"Ancient times?" Yan Jin asked, puzzled.

"Back when there were emperors, did you have any in your area?"

"Have!"

"That comes from ancient times,"

The term "time travel" doesn't exist yet, so Qiao Chusheng could only express it this way.

He didn't see that the person opposite him changed their expression for a moment after hearing this, but then immediately returned to normal.

"So you don't have an emperor now?"

"That's right, you probably can't go back for now!"

The air fell silent, and Qiao Chusheng knew she should accept it all.

After a while, he said, "Have you accepted reality now? Can you let me go? I can't beat you anyway."

Yan Jin looked up at him for a while, then released his acupoints.

Qiao Chusheng felt he could move again and stretched his stiff body.

"Your acupressure technique is quite amazing. Considering you're new here, I won't hold it against you for threatening me and then using acupressure on me."

Yan Jin asked, "What dynasty is this? How is it different from ours?"

"Now it is the Republic of China. Although there is no emperor or ministers, there are warlords. Most importantly, foreigners are also involved."

Yan Jin remained silent, unaware of the current situation here.

Qiao Chusheng knew about her situation and continued, "Why don't you stay here tonight? We can talk tomorrow. I'll take you to the next room."

After saying that, Qiao Chusheng walked out, but after a few steps he realized there was no movement, so he turned around.

"Follow me!"

Yan Jin sensed that he meant no harm, so she followed him.

She carefully observed everything around her along the way.

When they arrived next door, Qiao Chusheng turned on the light, and the room lit up.

"We've arrived. You can sleep here tonight. I'm sleepy and I'm going back to sleep."

He needs some time to calm down; tonight's events were quite a shock, and he needs to think about them carefully.

"Thank you!"

Qiao Chusheng returned and waved his hand: "No need."

Yan Jin watched him walk away and returned to his own room.

She looked at the room in front of her, went in, closed the door, and checked everywhere, finding no danger.

He walked to the bedside, sat down, and leaned against the bed, closing his eyes to rest.

A moment later, she suddenly opened her eyes, the coldness in them disappearing, replaced by calm and composure.

"Xiao Qi, memories."

"A host has arrived!"

As Zhong Ning learned from her memories, the original owner was an assassin named Yan Jin from an assassin organization. While chasing a target, she suddenly arrived in the Republic of China era.

This is from the TV series "Detective of the Republic of China," where the story takes place in Shanghai during the Republican era.

It tells the story of Lu Yao, who has returned from studying abroad, along with Detective Qiao Chusheng and reporter Bai Youning, as they work together to solve cases.

"Are there any side quests, Xiao Qi?"

"Some hosts, you must maintain your established persona in this world!"

"What? I wasn't really inconsistent with my public image before, was I?"

Xiao Qi explained, "Although the host had acted according to the original owner's temperament before, there was still 50% OOC. This time, the OOC cannot exceed 10%."

"Okay, anyway, the original owner's personality is that she'd rather take action than talk. It's okay if no one's watching, right?"

"Well, keep it up, host. You've saved a lot of talking in this world, haha."

"I'm going to sleep now, you can leave!"

"Okay."

The next morning, Yan Jin, following the original owner's character setting, got up and went outside to observe the surroundings.

After Qiao Chusheng got up, he went to knock on Yan Jin's room door. He knocked for a long time but no one answered. He found that the door was unlocked, so he opened it and did not see her in the room.