Before long.
A colleague called. No one had filed a police report in March or April.
"Master Lin, no one went missing."
He Yingxiong looked conflicted. "Could you really have gotten it wrong?"
At that.
Lin Fan was utterly speechless. He patted He Yingxiong on the head and said bluntly, "I didn't get it wrong. The missing person was mentally ill!"
"Her family would have been glad to see her disappear. Why would they report it to the police?"
Song Tang kept his head lowered. He knew he could not admit it no matter what. Stealing corpses would only get him three years in prison, but if he was convicted of murder, he might never leave prison again.
But hearing Lin Fan's words filled him with fear.
He could not understand why Lin Fan knew so much about these things.
"Wait, this man looks familiar!"
Song Tang raised his head, his gaze settling on Lin Fan's face again. After looking closely, he finally recognized him.
"You're Lin Fan, Master Lin!"
Song Tang exclaimed, "What are you doing here?"
He could not help feeling despair. No wonder the man could describe what he had done so clearly.
It turned out to be Master Lin, the divine fortune-teller!
Song Tang wanted to cry but had no tears. He knew that if he had run into anyone else, refusing to confess should have worked.
But against Master Lin, however much he struggled, it probably would not do much good.
"You know me?"
Lin Fan said in surprise, "Since you know me, just confess. Save me the trouble of taking you around to gather evidence bit by bit."
[Ragdoll Cat: Sigh, finding someone in Jiangzhou who doesn't know Master Lin seems pretty difficult.]
[Ninety Below Zero: This Song Tang clearly knows what Master Lin