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Zhou Fengxu exchanged glances with Gan Yizu, who then borrowed a shovel from a neighbor and began digging around the tree.

Luo Qizhong looked around and said, "It doesn't make sense. When we were searching for the weapon back then, we thoroughly combed through the area and dug up quite a few trees. How could there be something that slipped through the cracks?"

Shovelful by shovelful, the earth was lifted out of the hole.

Finally,

Gan Yizu's face lit up with delight as he exclaimed, "There really is a weapon!"

Everyone gathered around to see for themselves, and indeed, there was a rusted knife lying at the bottom of the pit.

The journalists were in an uproar.

Each one jostled to get a closer look and capture the evidence on camera.

"Wow, it's really magical, isn't it? A single divination led to finding the evidence?"

"It took twenty years of searching before this."

"Fantastic!"

Lei Ziwei gazed at the buried knife in the darkness, dazed. "How is this possible?"

He had clearly buried it deep; how could anyone have found it?

A cool and detached voice pulled him back to reality, and he lifted his gaze to meet Chu Yuening's eyes.

"You killed that person and fled along the road. When you reached this spot, you buried the knife, believing that the soil could conceal your crime. You never imagined that it would see the light of day again, did you?"

Lei Ziwei knew that any further protest would be futile. He fell into a deep silence.

Initially, he had only intended to exploit Chu Yuening to secure the position of president. Yet, his clever plan had backfired. He had accounted for everything, including the journalists, but not for his eventual exposure and imprisonment.

The night was deepening.

The lights in the Kowloon Police Station, which had been on all afternoon, finally flickered off.

Zhou Fengxu emerged from the interrogation room, placing the confession book on his desk. Facing the anxious gazes of the Shi brothers, he nodded. "He confessed."

Gan Yizu clenched his fists and whispered excitedly, "Yes!"

"Ren, you won't be able to interfere with the subsequent progress. The case will soon reach the highest court. When the trial begins, you'll be able to attend."

It was as if Shi Boren had been carrying a heavy mountain on his shoulders. His lifelong aspiration since he was young was to catch murderers and bring peace to his parents and grandparents' souls.

Now, he could finally lay that burden down.

"Brother Xu," Shi Boren smiled bitterly, "Don't worry, I know the rules. There won't be any mistakes when Lei Zi is convicted."

Chu Yuening propped her cheeks with both hands, gazing at the newspaper on the table. A large headline read, 'Mr. Lei, a Kind-hearted Citizen, Supports a Deaf-Mute Girl.'

Suddenly, a broad figure blocked the light, casting a shadow on the paper.

Before she could react, a warm hand gently rubbed her head.

Zhou Fengxu leaned on one side with his right hand, looking down at her. Unconsciously, his serious gaze softened with affection when he saw her, "What are you thinking about?"

"Um... I'm thinking of going somewhere," Chu Yuening considered for a moment before deciding to go.

"Going the same way, let's go together," Zhou Fengxu took advantage of Ning Ning standing up to lean closer and grab the jacket behind her chair.

A crisp scent of cypress wafted over, not particularly pleasant but not unpleasant either.

Chu Yuening leaned back slightly. She froze, blinked, and involuntarily covered her pounding heart.

What was happening?

Gan Yizu couldn't help teasing, "Brother Xu, you're going the same way even though Sister Ning didn't mention her destination?"

Zhou Fengxu realized his oversight and paused, clearing his throat. "Isn't everywhere in Hong Kong on the way?"

"Woah." Gan Yizu never expected such an answer. He raised his thumb and nodded. "Well said."

The Shi brothers, who were still seated and comforting each other, sprang to their feet when they saw Brother Xu and Ning Ning getting ready to leave. They bowed together.

"Master Chu, thank you," Shi Pingzhi said.

"Ning Ning, every bit of kindness is etched in my heart." Shi Boren struck his own chest gently with an appreciative smile on his face.

Chu Yuening's brows relaxed, feeling a sense of relief now that the Shi brothers seemed to have put their troubles behind them.

"All is in the past now. We must look forward," Chu Yuening said.

Luo Qizhong leaned against the window reading the newspaper, his eyes peering through his reading glasses. "Ning Ning, how can there be such foolish murderers who insist on running straight into your crosshairs?"

"I have no idea. They practically throw themselves at it," Chu Yuening tilted her head, equally perplexed.

Zhou Fengxu, however, understood this kind of mentality and opened the door first. "Lei Zi‌ has been on the run for two decades; he's already developed a sense of luck. Moreover, he underestimated your divination abilities, thinking that money could buy your silence. Even if he did divine something, he wouldn't dare reveal it."

Chu Yuening agreed with this assessment and nodded in response.

Who could deny that?

Whether it was pretending to do charity or committing murder, wasn't there always a lingering hope for luck?

In TianShuiwei, a small rented courtyard was dimly lit. Within the yard, the stone tiles were cracked and upturned, while corners were piled high with plastic water bottles and all sorts of trash.

Two boys around five or six years old were chasing each other playfully in the courtyard. A young man in his twenties emerged from within, dressed in pristine sportswear, his face brimming with impatience. He picked up a discarded mineral water bottle from the ground and threw it at the children's heads, barking harshly.

"Both of you, be quiet! I'm trying to study!"

The two little boys, upon receiving their older brother's scolding, obediently ceased their antics, huddling together as their voices dwindled in volume.

"We know, big brother," they replied in unison.

In a corner of the yard, a girl was washing clothes. Unlike the boy's fashionable attire, her clothes were loose and outdated. She wore a collared blue shirt and had her hair tied into two braids. Her hands were reddened from scrubbing on the washboard, yet she persisted in her task.

The boy spoke coldly, "Huang Panpan, there are still plenty of clothes in my room. Hurry up and wash them, or I won't have anything to wear tomorrow."

The girl paused her scrubbing, nodding in response, then turned back to continue her work.