The Last Night Watcher

Chen Mo can see your movements three seconds into the future. Where the blade comes from, where the punch lands, whether the bullet's trajectory is straight or curved—he sees it all. The problem is—seeing it doesn't mean he can dodge it. Precognition lasts only three seconds; if his body can't keep up, he dies. The more people he watches, the heavier the load on his brain—push too far and he blacks out. Worse still, the Age of Dharma Decline has arrived, supernatural energy grows weaker every year, and his three seconds are shrinking to two, then one. The Night Patrol Bureau hires him as a temp—2,800 a month, no benefits. He accepts, because he needs to investigate his father's death twelve years ago. Old Zheng says: Your old man saw something he shouldn't have back then too. He ran. Didn't make it. But this time, Chen Mo doesn't plan to run. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: The Last Night Watcher — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠