The man looked up at Xiao Xiao. "Do you have Chu Kexin's phone number?"
He still didn't want to give up.
At the very least, he wanted to try contacting her and ask how she felt.
Maybe she'd be willing to come back?
Or even just give them a definite answer.
They could tell the Tomb Ghost that the girl still remembered it, and that she'd come visit once she returned to the country.
"I don't have her contact information."
Xiao Xiao shook his head.
"...You don't?"
The middle-aged man looked surprised, then guessed, "Did she change her number when she went abroad?"
He'd never been abroad himself, but he knew that many people got a new SIM card when they went overseas.
"Her family's phone number would work, too."
The middle-aged man's thoughts moved quickly. "We can ask Chu Kexin's family for her new contact information."
"Her family..."
"No."
Xiao Xiao cut off the middle-aged man's muttering.
"Uncle Chen, the police can't just look up someone's phone information."
"My friend could only tell me a little about Chu Kexin's current situation."
"He can't give me any further information, such as her contact details or home address."
"After all, this is just a personal request."
Meng Jixi had asked him whether he wanted to use Father Meng's connections to look up detailed information about the girl.
Meng Jixi was still a student. He didn't have a position in the police force and wasn't part of the public security system. He could only rely on Father Meng's connections to do a few minor things that didn't matter much.
So naturally, there was very little he could do.
But Father Meng was different.
If Xiao Xiao needed it... he could try talking to Father Meng.
Xiao Xiao had declined.
He was