Upon hearing this, Master Sun became somewhat constrained and quickly said, "I, I’ll get in touch with them for you. Don’t be anxious. I’ll ask if the Abbot has time, he will surely come over."
He Xiumei nodded repeatedly, putting her hands together in prayer and bowed, "Thank you so much, thank you, Master Sun."
Master Sun felt his scalp tighten and hurriedly took out his phone to send a message to Xia Xin.
But Xia Xin was nowhere to be found, and he didn’t reply to the message.
Master Sun made a phone call, but no one answered on the other end.
He suddenly became hesitant.
Was it possible that they went out on an errand and hadn’t returned yet, or was their phone dead?
After pondering for a moment, he told the Jiang Family that he would go to Jiaoyang Temple to take a look; if the Abbot was there, he could conveniently bring him along.
Jiang Yongxin instinctively rejected the idea when she heard this; she didn’t quite believe in these things.
However, He Xiumei didn’t give her a chance to speak and repeatedly bowed to Master Sun, thanking him profusely as she escorted him and Boss Zhao out of the Jiang residence.
Sitting in Master Sun’s car, Boss Zhao was still talking, "Not bad, Old Sun, impressive. When did you start rubbing shoulders with such prominent figures?"
Master Sun smacked his lips as if he wasn’t in the mood for small talk, "I’ll tell you about it later."
Having said that, he started the car and drove toward Jiaoyang Temple.
Jiangli and Xia Xin were still at the police station.
Jiangli was investigating the entire sequence of events related to Fan Ran alongside Song Taishan.
Following what Fan Ran had said, Song Taishan checked into the past events.
In Lun Fangfei’s home, he found her diary, which recorded the incident.
The clothing Fan Ran wore that day were later thrown away by her.
But they turned up in Lun Fangfei’s house.
Song Taishan surmised that Lun Fangfei must have picked them up afterward.
They hadn’t been washed.
The traces on them could still yield a DNA match.
With these findings, Fan Ran’s case from that year was virtually sealed, ensuring Zhou Yan and his associates would be convicted, while bringing justice for Fan Ran.
However, when Song Taishan returned with the evidence and saw Jiangli, he sighed with emotion.
He relayed all the evidence to Jiangli, sighing, "Who owes who between her and Fan Ran, it’s really hard to say."
Lun Fangfei probably kept those clothes thinking that one day, they could be used as evidence to accuse Zhou Yan and the others.
But back then, she didn’t have the courage.
And now, she no longer had the opportunity.
Jiangli glanced at the evidence and said, "The rest is up to the police. I won’t get involved anymore."
Song Taishan nodded in understanding, then remembering something, handed the evidence to a colleague and added, "By the way, Abbot, there’s another matter we need to discuss. We definitely can’t disclose Fan Ran’s revenge publicly, and we can’t explain it to the families. What do you think... do you have any ideas?"
Jiangli frowned slightly, "Isn’t this a matter for the police?"
Song Taishan gave a wry smile, "The thing is, we in the police can’t just use the evidence we have and directly claim that it’s Fan Ran’s vengeful ghost causing trouble."
Is that something that can be publicly disclosed?
Jiangli thought for a moment, "Just say it was a member of Fan Ran’s family—make up someone—who learned about Fan Ran’s past suffering and committed murder in retaliation, isn’t that enough?"
Song Taishan: "...But what about the family members? They have to confront the murderer in court, you can’t just not have someone show up, right?"
Jiangli shrugged his shoulders, "That’s your business. I don’t belong to the Governor’s Office, and I don’t have any better ideas."
Come on, she’s not omnipotent.
This matter still had to be handled by the authorities themselves.
Song Taishan thought as much and sighed, "Alright, Abbot, let’s leave it at that."