Qin Yue quickly placed the copper coin into an evidence bag. "I'll go contact my forensic friend to run a fingerprint comparison. Maybe we can unmask the mastermind behind all this."
In the dead of night, Mu Feng was alone in his studio. He laid the *Gathering at the Shangxi Festival in the Daguan Era* flat on a specially made anti-static table, and the Xuantong light blazed brilliantly. As his pupils slowly rotated, the mountains and rivers in the painting seemed to shift—amidst the swirling clouds, the boatman under the rainbow bridge gave him a slight nod.
"Am I hallucinating?" Mu Feng rubbed his eyes, only to notice rows of characters written on silk faintly emerging beneath the shadows of the pavilions in the painting.
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