Jiangli hummed in response and then offered her thanks, "I understand, thank you, Captain Song, I’ll head over now."
"Hold on," Song Taishan interjected quickly as she was about to hang up, "Abbot, what you just said, does it mean that Dai Jiajun, Jian Lewei’s fiancé, intends to kill the homeless man to avenge Jian Lewei? Should I contact the police in the North District? Logically speaking, they should be transferring the person to a psychiatric hospital, and they’ll probably arrange for quite a few police to accompany him along the way. I think the likelihood of Dai Jiajun committing the act is not great; could there have been a mistake?"
Jiangli considered Song Taishan’s words.
Song Taishan was a veteran police officer, and naturally, his words made some sense.
Dai Jiajun, an ordinary person, unarmed, how could he possibly do anything to the homeless man under police custody?
But at this point, Dai Jiajun was not at home.
Jiangli remained silent for a moment, then said, "Let’s not alert the police for the time being. I’ll go over and take a look first, and if we can stop it, we will try to stop it."
If they alarmed the North District police first, then as soon as Dai Jiajun appeared, he would likely be arrested immediately, which would not be to Jiajun’s advantage.
Upon hearing this, Song Taishan knew that Jiangli had a sense of measure, so he agreed, "Alright, Abbot, you go ahead with your tasks. If anything comes up, contact me, and I’ll also head over to take a look quietly—don’t worry."
He could guess what Jiangli was worried about.
Hearing this, Jiangli did not refuse and simply agreed before hanging up.
"How is it? Will Jiajun come?" As soon as she put down her cell phone, Jian Lewei immediately became anxious, her eyes brimming with tears as she asked.
Jiangli said, "I don’t know. Dai Jiajun might not necessarily be in the North District right now."
"Plus, I think that if he really wants to make a move, he definitely wouldn’t show up in front of the police so carelessly. Maybe he will use other means?" Xia Xin added to Jiangli’s speculation.
Jiangli hummed in affirmation, "That’s also possible. Now, we can only go over and see."
Hearing Jiangli say this, Jian Lewei’s eyes reddened and she grew increasingly anxious, "What to do, what to do..."
"Don’t panic yet, come with us. Things might not be as bad as they seem," Jiangli said.
Jiangli took her hand to comfort her and then led her away.
Xia Xin hurriedly followed.
As Jiangli led Jian Lewei towards the intersection to wait for a car, she asked, "Jian Lewei, do you know Dai Jiajun’s birthdate and hour of birth?"
They might be able to determine Dai Jiajun’s whereabouts from his birth details.
Jian Lewei replied immediately, "I know, I know! Master, why do you need Jiajun’s birth details?"
Jiangli replied indifferently, "Don’t ask for now, just tell me."
Jian Lewei didn’t understand why, but she felt that Jiangli wasn’t a bad person, and since she could see herself, Jiangli must be a capable master.
With this thought in mind, Jian Lewei quickly provided Dai Jiajun’s birth details to Jiangli.
Jiangli calculated with her fingers, paused briefly, and took out a Tracking Talisman.
Then, she looked at Xia Xin.
Xia Xin met her gaze, paused for a moment, then understanding flashed through as he quickly pulled out a box of vermilion from his pocket and opened it, "Is, is this what you need?"
He completed the routine seamlessly.
But after finishing, he felt a bit nervous.
Fearing that it wasn’t what Jiangli needed.
"Hmm, you’re sharp," Jiangli slightly raised an eyebrow and hummed a response, praising Xia Xin. She took some vermilion and added Dai Jiajun’s birth details to the Tracking Talisman.
Following that, Jiangli held the Tracking Talisman between her fingers, moved them a few times, and shaped the Tracking Talisman into the form of a paper crane.