Max-Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey-Chapter 850: Revised - : Voluntary Surrender

"Since you put it that way, I won’t stand on ceremony."

Song Taishan, laughing with Weng Jingyun, took no offense after hearing what Weng Jingyun said and began to introduce Jiangli and the others to him.

"This is Abbot Jiangli of Jiaoyang Temple. I’m here to help her handle some matters, and we’ll need your assistance."

Song Taishan gave Weng Jingyun a knowing look.

Weng Jingyun looked at Jiangli in astonishment. He had heard from Song Taishan in private that they had solved quite a few cases with the help of Jiaoyang Temple recently.

At the time, he was very curious about the Abbot of Jiaoyang Temple and had been privately following Jiangli’s account.

He hadn’t expected to see her in person today.

Not just Jiangli...

Weng Jingyun’s gaze swept over to Ren Qianxi, who was standing beside Jiangli.

He frowned slightly, not knowing what had come to his mind, looked at the person in the interrogation room for a moment, then turned to Jiangli and smiled, "It seems today’s case is also thanks to the Abbot?"

Jiangli nodded slightly, "You could say that."

Weng Jingyun placed his insulated cup on a small side table and extended his hand, "I’ve heard much about the famous Abbot of Jiaoyang Temple, but I didn’t expect us to meet this way."

Jiangli extended her hand and lightly clasped Weng Jingyun’s, "It is indeed a bit unexpected. I hope Captain Weng doesn’t mind."

Weng Jingyun, with the demeanor of a good old man, smiled so broadly that lines formed at the corners of his eyes, "Abbot, you flatter me. We’re more than happy to have your help at our precinct."

Jiangli smiled faintly, "Captain Weng is the one being modest and overly humble."

Weng Jingyun chuckled, "Abbot, do you have any insights about this case?"

Jiangli glanced at Zhan Shuyi in the interrogation room, "We’re just here to listen in and give her an explanation. I’m sure Captain Weng understands."

From the moment she saw Weng Jingyun, Jiangli realized that he was a truly talented individual.

The spiritual energy around him was abundant, making him the most spiritually gifted person Jiangli had encountered since her return to this world.

His facial features were well-balanced, his eyes clear and bright, exuding righteousness—definitely not the type of hypocrite who preaches one thing and practices another.

Given Weng Jingyun’s cultivation base, he certainly could see Ren Qianxi’s presence.

Weng Jingyun, understanding the implication of Jiangli’s words, nodded, "Abbot, if you don’t mind the trouble, you can listen in."

Jiangli expressed her thanks, glanced at the somewhat excited Ren Qianxi beside her, and said nothing more.

After learning of their background, Weng Jingyun did not enter the interrogation room but followed Jiangli and the others into the monitoring room to listen in.

Song Taishan also went along to observe.

In the monitoring room, they could see what was happening inside the two interrogation rooms.

One interrogation room held Zhan Shuyi, while the other held Yang Hanyu.

Pointing at Yang Hanyu on the screen, Weng Jingyun said, "Today’s incident is because she turned herself in voluntarily. Since arriving at the police station, her condition has been continuously strange."

Everyone looked at the screen.

They saw Yang Hanyu cowering in her chair, glancing periodically around the room. Suddenly, as if her tail had been stepped on, she began to scream.

"No, don’t come any closer..."

"Ren Qianxi, wrongs have their rightful owners; please, just stop haunting me..."

Tears streamed down Yang Hanyu’s face, leaving traces of wet streaks and making her look quite wretched.

If she were not restrained in her chair, unable to move, it seemed as if she would be begging on her knees.

Watching her stare fearfully and submissively in a specific direction, as if Ren Qianxi was standing right there, Ren Qianxi by Jiangli’s side looked puzzled.

"Do you think Yang Hanyu might have been scared silly?"

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