From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

The man gazed deeply at Ming Jing, his face solemn, and said, “Miss Ming Jing, nice to meet you. I’m Xi Tao. Thank you for providing the clues. This case has a huge social impact, and we are determined to find the real culprit and bring the dead justice.”

Ming Jing looked down, her eyes passing over the man’s epaulet, “Thank you, Chief Xi.”

“This is Ye Zhen, who discovered the clue. I’m just passing it along.”

Xi Tao’s gaze fell on Ye Zhen’s face. Ordinary people would find it hard to bear the gaze of an experienced police officer, but Ye Zhen hadn’t done anything wrong, so she had nothing to fear.

The girl’s clear and open eyes seemed to make Xi Tao secretly nod in approval. He walked side by side with Ming Jing into the hospital.

“The forensic expert we invited today is the top expert in our judicial field. He was supposed to retire, but after hearing about this case, he volunteered, saying that it would make a great reference case with multiple warnings.”

“By the way, Miss Ming Jing, I’m curious how you managed to secretly bring Liang Yanran’s body to State Medical College?”

Liang Yanran’s body was supposed to have been cremated and buried long ago, with grass already growing tall on her grave. Therefore, the case couldn’t go anywhere when they received the report. However, they were later informed that the body had never been cremated, which was baffling.

Xi Tao narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the white-clad girl at his side.

On the first day of winter, after a snowy night, the sky was clouded over, and a biting cold wind blew. Even a strong and robust man like him had to wear a thermal jacket under his uniform. The winter in Jingzhou could be described as bitterly cold. Many people were still not used to the sudden temperature change, leaving the whole city enveloped in a dim and chilly haze.

Only this girl stood out. She wore a white dress under a beige coat, as delicate and ethereal as a fairy. It made people shudder just looking at her.

Facing the question, the girl smiled calmly and said unhurriedly, “To be honest, Ye Zhen is my senior fellow apprentice. On the night of Liang Yanran’s death, she appeared in a dream to my senior. My senior has had a peculiar constitution since childhood and can see many strange things in her dreams. When she told me, I was convinced. If the dead are asking for help in a dream, there must be a grievance that they can’t let go of. To help her resolve the grudge, fulfill her wish, and guide her into the cycle of reincarnation is the compassion of Buddha.”

The girl’s voice was ethereal, and her beautiful serene face was both solemn and sacred.

Xi Tao was taken aback and should have scoffed at such metaphysical things. However, seeing her gentle and merciful face made him feel as if questioning her would be tantamount to blaspheming the gods and Buddha. Realizing his thoughts, Xi Tao suddenly snapped out of it.

He felt a slight chill in his heart and newfound respect for the girl that he couldn’t quite express.

“So, that’s what happened.” Xi Tao glanced at Ye Zhen, who walked behind them. The girl was about Ming Jing’s age, with a delicate face, downturned eyebrows, and an air of maturity that seemed out of place for her age.

Xi Tao did not ask any more questions. With her identity, it should be easy for her to carry out such schemes. But possessing such extraordinary capabilities at her age was truly remarkable.

Based on the current investigation, the case was not as simple as a crime of passion, whether it involved Xue An or Liang Xiaohong. A massive dark force controlled everything behind the scenes.

Xi Tao thought about the case, his brow furrowed.

The hospital director and chief came out to meet them, followed by a gentle and composed young male doctor on the director’s left side.

After exchanging pleasantries, the director led the group toward a newly constructed white building to the west. The autopsy room was on the third floor of that building.

Xu Shuhua’s gaze flicked over the girl’s white dress, then met Xi Tao’s probing eyes.

Xu Shuhua curled his lips, glancing over Xi Tao’s epaulet, “Old Xi, long time no see. When will you treat us to a celebratory dinner for your promotion?”

Xi Tao raised an eyebrow, “Bo Yuxun will be back soon, and it’ll be his turn to treat us then.”

Xu Shuhua chuckled, “That’s true. Once back, he’ll be directly appointed as chief, the youngest in our hospital’s history. It’s only right he treats us.”

They acted with practiced familiarity, clearly old acquaintances. Bai Ziyan chimed in, “Is Bo Yuxun coming back? That’s great, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen him.”

Ming Jing walked in silence alongside, her presence barely noticeable.

Upon hearing Bo Yuxun’s name, the Buddhist beads on her hidden sleeve paused for a moment.

The group chatted as they arrived at the autopsy room.

No outsiders were allowed to enter during a post-mortem examination. Ye Zhen looked at the shrouded body inside the autopsy room, her face pale, her teeth clenched tightly, her body swaying unsteadily.

Ming Jing supported her with a sigh, plucking a flower with one hand, her expression solemn and sorrowful.

“Amitofo…”

The faint sound seemed to carry immense power, drawing the attention of everyone present.

Unable to hold back, Ye Zhen burrowed into Ming Jing’s shoulder, sobbing.

To onlookers, she seemed deeply distraught, causing others to feel a pang of sorrow as well.

Ming Jing gently patted her back, “There is retribution for good and evil deeds; everything will eventually come to light.”

Bai Ziyan found the situation inexplicable, but Ming Jing had mentioned that Ye Zhen could see strange things since childhood and that Liang Yanran had appeared in her dream. If Liang Yanran had indeed suffered a tragic and unjust death, Ye Zhen might empathize so much that she would feel such overwhelming grief.

“Don’t cry. We will soon find out if Liang Yanran was murdered or not. Once we know, we will bring the killer to justice and sentence them to death to avenge Liang Yanran,” Bai Ziyan declared righteously.

Just then, an old couple rushed over, disregarding the police’s attempts to stop them. The old woman shouted, “Who dares to touch my daughter’s body? I will fight them!”

Hearing the voice, Ye Zhen’s body stiffened, her lips trembling, and hatred surged in her eyes.

With her back to the old couple, Ming Jing lowered her head. Ye Zhen had clenched her hand so hard that it had broken her skin.