Qin Ye nodded. That’s right… I just knew there’d be issues when Wang Chenghao died back then. That must have been when the government began to investigate me.

“So… have you always been an Infernal Judge?” Zhou Xianlong asked softly. It was evident that he didn’t want to believe the reality before his eyes if he could help it.

Lin Han and Su Feng stared blankly at Qin Ye. They had a multitude of words bottled up in their hearts, but they were unable to enunciate even a single word on their lips.

“No.” Qin Ye responded curtly. He wasn’t in the mood to talk. There were times when people were filled with epiphanies that forced them to mature and grow up in just a short span of time. He was in that state right now.

Zhou Xianlong nodded, “Then, if that’s the case, would you mind coming back with us for a cup of tea at the headquarters of the Special Investigations Department?”

“I’ve got no time.” Qin Ye sighed softly. Then, gathering his thoughts, he scanned the expressions of each investigator around, “Why bother asking? You probably knew my response anyway.”

Why cling onto the past?

Zhou Xianlong shook his head, “Not everything can be labelled with right or wrong.”

“Your existence is a massive variable. You might very well be the solution to the supernatural outbreak that Cathay is facing right now. And as long as there’s even a glimmer of hope, we have to pursue it.”

“Besides, it’s not as though we can simply let you off scot-free. Even murderers could be a good husband or son to...