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Chapter 64 - 63 A Bit Familiar

Chapter 64: Chapter 63 A Bit Familiar

"What gives you the right to arrest me? Huh? On what grounds? I want to lodge a complaint! I want to seek redress!"

The man, dressed like an old farmer with his pant legs rolled up, struggled as he was handcuffed.

"You’re Elder San, right? Stop your howling. Your bald boss has already ratted you out."

"What?!" Elder San was visibly shaken.

He looked at Wang Zhao Ping with an expression of disbelief.

"This... this can’t be possible!"

"You think I’m bluffing you? If it wasn’t for your bald boss and his crew getting caught, how would we know you’re still here keeping watch? We simply followed the house numbers to find you!"

Upon hearing this, Elder San was dumbfounded.

Even the fact that he was keeping watch was known; there was no doubt someone had betrayed him!

Could it really be the boss?

Why? Just to get a lighter sentence?

He gave up struggling, his face void of color.

"I’m asking you, did you make that call to me just now?" Wang Zhao Ping approached Elder San, staring into his eyes as he asked.

"Call you? What call?" Elder San was confused.

Seeing the genuine bewilderment on his face, Wang Zhao Ping frowned.

Could it be that the informant from earlier wasn’t him?

Right, like the bald guy, he also doubted that Elder San was the mole.

Personnel, weapons, escape routes, support tactics...

The person who knew such detailed information had to be someone from inside their group.

He speculated that it could be either some criminal in the gang having a change of heart and deciding to confess about their group, or that there was infighting within the gang.

But after catching Elder San, that speculation instantly fell apart.

To be betrayed and not even know it, to stay put and wait to be arrested, isn’t that suicide? How could there be such a foolish mole?

As for the possibility of a sudden change of heart... admitting to being the informant could at least reduce the sentence, but what kind of tactic was it to not admit? After all, no one in the world thinks their sentence is too short, right?

Wang Zhao Ping made one last attempt to test.

"Chaoyang People?"

Elder San: "..."

Seeing Elder San with a look that regarded him as an idiot, Wang Zhao Ping knew he had caught the wrong man.

"Take him away!" he said impatiently with a wave of his hand.

If it wasn’t this guy, then who was it?

Could there be a hidden seventh person in this gang?

But according to the preliminary interrogation intelligence just obtained, there were indeed only these six core members of the gang, and they were all in custody.

Even the kids said there were only six people.

There couldn’t possibly be an invisible seventh person, could there?

Wang Zhao Ping felt a chill on his back; everything about this felt eerie...

Just then, Qin Xiaoru came running over.

"Captain, I’ve found out. The owner of the phone is the abbot of Nanshan Temple. He said someone who came to offer incense today borrowed his phone."

"Nanshan Temple? That’s nearby, right? I’ll go take a look." Wang Zhao Ping was eager to leave immediately.

"But Captain, a few reporters from Su City Radio have heard the news and came to interview you," Qin Xiaoru said.

"An interview with reporters? No time for that! You go deal with them for me."

"Me? That’s not going to work, I’ve never been on TV before, I’ll be nervous."

"Everything has a first time. If I don’t figure out who this Chaoyang People is, I’m afraid I’ll lose sleep over it.

Alright, that’s settled. I leave the rest to you..."

Wang Zhao Ping hastily drove off, leaving Qin Xiaoru with a helpless expression.

"Officer, may I ask where Officer Wang, who cracked the child trafficking gang, is? We would like to do an exclusive interview!"

A group of reporters, armed with cameras and microphones, crowded over from a distance...

...

By the time Wang Zhao Ping, puffing and panting, had reached Nanshan Temple, the sun was already slanting westward.

Amid the sound of the evening drums, Nanshan Temple beneath the sunset was growing even more tranquil.

And Abbot Master Intelligent was already waiting at the temple gate.

"You must be Officer Wang, right? I am the abbot here, Master Intelligent," the elderly monk greeted him proactively.

"Greetings, Master Intelligent! I am Wang Zhao Ping from the Criminal Police Team."

Wang Zhao Ping took out his credentials and showed them to Master Intelligent.

"The reason for my visit today is, I presume the master is already aware, right?

It’s nothing else; I specifically came to express my gratitude to the informant.

If it wasn’t for them, we wouldn’t have been able to catch the abducting syndicate, and the latter half of those dozen abducted children’s lives would probably have fallen into dire straits."

Wang Zhao Ping first explained his purpose.

"Amitabha, well done, well done! Unbelievable, that donor has indeed accumulated such great merit. I will pray day and night in front of Buddha for the donor, lighting a long-burning lamp of merit!"

Master Intelligent put his palms together and chanted a Buddhist phrase.

"Then, Master, could you tell me who the informant is and where they are now?"

"This... I don’t know. At that time, the person said their phone was out of battery, so they borrowed mine to make the call. Here! This is the smartphone," Master Intelligent said, producing the phone with an air of gravity.

"As for who the donor is, their name, and where they are now, I honestly don’t know. After the call, they left down the mountain.

Oh right! The donor also said the fortune-telling at Nanshan Temple is very accurate, and they even sought a marital fate sign before leaving."

A huge question mark appeared on Wang Zhao Ping’s forehead.

What kind of quirk was that?

Reporting a criminal gang and then seeking fortune-telling... and specifically the marriage kind?

Could it be the same as washing your hands before a gacha pull to avoid bad luck?

He took Master Intelligent’s smartphone, checked the call log for the time and number, confirming that it was indeed the one that called him.

"Then... whether they’re male or female, what do they look like; could you describe them?" Wang Zhao Ping asked unwillingly.

"Oh! Of course, the donor was a man. As for his appearance, due to my old age and weak eyesight, I didn’t see clearly, but he seemed to be quite decent-looking."

Quite decent-looking? What kind of description was that?

"What about his age?"

"That... he seemed to be in his twenties or thirties? Maybe thirties or forties? Definitely not old."

I...

Wang Zhao Ping wondered if the old monk was trying to pull a fast one on him.

"Master, we have no ill intentions. When we find the informant, we also intend to apply for a commendation from the city. Could you think again if there is anything distinctive about this person or if they left any information behind?"

"Oh! Officer Wang, now that you mention it, I do remember that the donor did leave a few words."

"Really? What were they?" Wang Zhao Ping asked excitedly.

"Well! The donor said that they were merely making up for past wrongs and did not wish to reveal their name, that this act ’guards against the petty but not the noble,’ and that it’s best not to get involved with karma if possible."

"Oh, right! The donor also said that if anyone comes to express gratitude to the informant or provide a reward, simply donate it to the temple.

The donor truly is a good person! Amitabha~"

Wang Zhao Ping: "..."

...

After descending the mountain, Wang Zhao Ping furrowed his brow, still pondering the words Master Intelligent had said.

Making up for past wrongs? ’Guards against the petty but not the noble’? Doesn’t want to get involved with karma?

After a long time of thought, he came up with nothing.

Alright, maybe it was someone who had contributed to evil and now wanted to make amends but also feared retaliation from the criminal gang, or perhaps they had other difficulties that prevented them from revealing their name.

Wang Zhao Ping sighed helplessly.

Since the other party didn’t want to disclose their personal information, he naturally didn’t want to force them.

As he opened the car door, Wang Zhao Ping just about to get in, suddenly froze.

Under the last rays of the sunset, a street lamp flickered in the distance on both sides of a winding mountain road, instantly illuminating the snaking path ahead.

And this road... looked somewhat familiar...