Grande Tang: Chefe do Departamento Penal, Solucionando Casos de Forma Não Científica
Na primavera do segundo ano do reinado de Zhenguan, o túmulo de Li Jiancheng desabou com um estrondo. Os guardas abriram à força o caixão congelado, encontrando apenas uma poça de sangue formando uma profecia: “Quarto dia do sexto mês do nono ano de Wude, chuva” — exatamente a data do Incidente do Portão Xuanwu. O corpo dentro do caixão havia desaparecido sem deixar vestígios! Li Shimin ficou furioso e ordenou a busca imediata pelo cadáver de Li Jiancheng. Inesperadamente, nesse momento, o fantasma de Li Jiancheng apareceu no mundo dos vivos, assassinando vários oficiais. Entre o povo, começaram a circular boatos de que "Li Jiancheng, insatisfeito por ter sido morto no Portão Xuanwu, transformou-se em um espírito vingativo para recuperar o império". O medo espalhou-se dentro e fora da corte, e a população vivia em constante apreensão. Li Shimin, tomado pela raiva, ordenou que o Simao Pei Ji, o Ministro Du Ruhui e o Censor-chefe Wei Zheng liderassem as três grandes jurisdições para investigar o caso, mas ainda assim não conseguiram impedir os assassinatos cometidos pelo fantasma de Li Jiancheng. Sem saber o que fazer, um detetive de elite vindo de uma era futura atravessa o tempo e chega a esse mundo... Assim, o Ministério da Justiça recebe o escolhido do destino. 【Investigação de crimes na antiguidade, detetive genial, narrativa envolvente, sem barreiras para leitura — seja bem-vindo a mergulhar nesta história】
Grande Tang: Chefe do Departamento Penal, Solucionando Casos de Forma Não Científica
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Liu Shuyi was suffering from a terrible headache—both literally and figuratively.
He sat on a cold, low stool, rubbing the large bump on his head while gazing at the antique-styled room before him. Normally proud of his calm and rational demeanor, even he could not prevent a look of shock from surfacing in his eyes.
After all, transmigration was hardly an everyday occurrence.
Moreover, the situation he found himself in after crossing over was, to put it mildly, beyond complicated.
Yes, he had transmigrated.
In his previous life, he had just endured several sleepless days and nights to crack a serial murder case. He had only just apprehended the suspect and was looking forward to a well-earned rest, when he opened his eyes and found himself here.
With memories now fused, he understood his current predicament.
The date was the twenty-second day of the second month in the second year of the Zhenguan era of the Great Tang. The place: the Liu residence in Changxing Ward, Chang’an.
His present identity was that of Liu Shuyi, the second son of Liu Wenjing—a founding hero of the Tang who was later executed for treason. He now served as a junior official in the Ministry of Justice, sharing the same name as in his previous life.
Although his father had been executed for rebellion, this alone did not make his current circumstances so unspeakable to someone as composed as he was. After all, nine years had passed since then.
Despite the hardships endured due to his father’s crime, at least the original Liu
