The screen finally landed in Qingfeng Village before fading into darkness once again.
The floating bronze mirror fell and landed in Ren Feifan's hand. As the smoke gradually cleared, everything returned to normal.
Zhu Xiaolin and Uncle Qin were too shocked to speak. They could only stare at the bronze mirror in Ren Feifan's hand, at a loss for what to do.
"Keep what happened today to yourselves," Ren Feifan said casually, his back facing the two.
"Sure. We still have a sense of integrity, besides, no one would believe us if we told them." Zhu Xiaolin was the first to respond.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Uncle Qin hurriedly agreed.
Ren Feifan turned around, handing the bronze mirror to Zhu Xiaolin, and spoke solemnly: "Close this case."
Zhu Xiaolin and Uncle Qin's eyes widened as if they had heard something unbelievable. You were the most furious one before, and the one who found the murderer, but now you are asking us to close the case after discovering the murderer's identity?
