He just turned his head to glance at himself, then disappeared from the VR Virtual Hall without a word.
The murderer.
Could it be him?
Lin Xian shook his head, unsure.
Right now, there are too few clues.
Better to wait until we finish investigating The Ninth Dreamland, understand what The Future World has become, and then draw conclusions.
"I'm leaving now."
Lin Xian waved goodbye to Liu Feng:
"If anything comes up, contact me immediately."
With that,
he left the laboratory, got into a private car, and returned to Zhao Yingjun's home.
He filled VV the Pomeranian's bowl with dog food.
Then, after a quick wash,
he closed his eyes and fell asleep on the bed.
The conclusion to The Eighth Dreamland still felt a bit abrupt.
Thankfully,
he had already copied 90% of the blueprints for the Time Shuttle Machine, and the remaining 10%, which did not involve critical parts, had a low importance and could be replaced with alternative solutions.
