Chapter 597: Chapter 597: 304 Clues (First Update)

Chapter 597: 304 Clues (First Update)

“Baitou Mountain, and then?”

Li Chan no longer spoke, her eyes closed, seeming to have no breath left.

Zhou Xue narrowed her eyes and put her finger under Li Chan’s nose to check for breath.

The breath was very weak.

This woman was probably not going to make it.

Zhou Xue slowly stood up and walked out.

Following Zhou Xue, the two men dressed in black looked at each other. One of them, with a square face, stepped forward and whispered, “Sister Zhou, last time when Brother Two and I went to Siji Town, it was at the foot of Baitou Mountain. Is she lying to us again?”

“No, for the sake of her sister, she would tell the truth.”

“But isn’t her sister...” The other man, with an inch-long scar on his left cheek, had just started to speak when the other man glared at him and interrupted.

Zhou Xue spoke unhurriedly: “At that time, the number of corpses exactly matched. Later, when we checked the records, we discovered that the one who died in the fire that night was the neighbor’s child. There is only one possibility.”

Li Juan was still alive.

The one who slipped through the net that year.

At the time, she hadn’t joined Madam’s side yet, and another person was handling these matters. He was too careless, making mistakes in not just one thing – eventually displeasing Madam.

After she came to Madam’s side, she gradually began to take care of these matters. That person left quite a mess, and Li Juan was just one of the problems.

She’s not sure how much Li Juan knows about what happened that year, but as long as she is alive, she’ll always be a potential threat.

“But Brother Two and I asked around in Siji Town, and there were no clues. Baitou Mountain is as bald as it gets, with nothing but a nunnery... “.

Zhou Xue suddenly stopped, and the two men behind her also stopped.

In the cold underground passage, a chill wind blew, and faint ghostly howls echoed. The lights above flickered dimly, sending a shiver down one’s spine.

“What did you just say? Nunnery?” Zhou Xue suddenly asked.

The man’s Adam’s apple moved, stuttering: “Bai... Baitou Mountain, there is only one nun...nunnery.”

“Jiyue Temple?”

The man’s eyes suddenly brightened, “Sister Zhou, you know?”

Zhou Xue’s gaze darkened. How did her investigation lead her back to Jiyue Temple?

Ming Jing came from Jiyue Temple, and Madam had high hopes for her.

As the head of the institution, when he saw the woman walking out with a gloomy face, he bowed respectfully.

“Take good care of her. If she dies, so will you.” The woman’s cold voice came, causing the director’s heart to pound, quickly responding with agreement.

He grabbed an umbrella from the corner and handed it to her with both hands: “It’s raining outside and don’t get wet.”

Zhou Xue stepped outside, where a drizzle accompanied the chilly wind. The night was dark and cold.

Seeing such a grand scene, the media personnel felt a bit anxious.

Wasn’t this just a normal press conference? It seemed as if they were welcoming a bigshot.

——

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the sun was shining brightly. Jiang Chunlan took a sip of coffee, and the kitchen brought her bird’s nest soup.

In order to maintain her figure, she never eats refined rice or noodles. As a result, her skin remained as youthful as a twenty-year-old.

Jiang Jinchen came downstairs, “Good morning.”

Jiang Chunlan frowned at him: “Did you stay up late again last night?”

Jiang Jinchen pulled out a chair and sat down: “There’s a model competition in a few days. I looked up some literature and information overnight.”

His favorite breakfast was placed in front of him.

“Thanks, Huahua.”

Jiang Chunlan ordered, “Huahua, cook him some nourishing soup. You’re getting thinner without me looking after you for a few days.”

“Yes, madam.”

Jiang Jinchen glanced at Jiang Chunlan and saw her elegantly dressed. He asked, “Will you also attend today’s press conference?”

Jiang Chunlan nodded, glanced at him, and suddenly laughed: “What, are you interested too?”

Jiang Jinchen pursed his lips and lowered his head to eat his breakfast in silence.

Although Jiang Jinchen was not talkative, Jiang Chunlan knew her own son’s thoughts well. She smiled and said, “Clean up after breakfast and come with me. Today’s press conference has high standards, ordinary people can’t get in.”

Jiang Jinchen didn’t say anything, but he ate his breakfast more quickly.

At that moment, Zhou Xue walked in quickly and whispered something to Jiang Chunlan. Jiang Chunlan’s hand shook, and she almost spilled coffee on her expensive velvet cheongsam.

“Madam, be careful.”

Zhou Xue took the coffee cup and put it on the table.

Jiang Chunlan’s face darkened in an instant, “Follow me to the study.”

Jiang Jinchen watched the two hurriedly leave, his eyebrows furrowed.

He had good hearing and seemed to have heard a familiar name just now.

He put down his chopsticks, glanced in the direction of the kitchen, and quietly followed them.

——

“Madam, don’t be angry yet. There’s no evidence for now, as many things don’t make sense...but it should be certain that Ms. Ming Jing is not the Zhus’ real daughter.”

Zhou Xue had found the private detective hired by Lin Qing, who spilled everything after being bribed.

“Although she is not the real daughter of the Zhus, she may not be the person you’re looking for either. After all, their ages don’t match. I think Ming Jing’s twins might be more suspicious. They entered school at nine, but their height and appearance don’t resemble their peers at all. They started first grade in high school in September, with excellent grades. If we hadn’t purposely investigated, we would never have discovered that they are two or three years younger than their classmates.”

Zhou Xue took out a photo and placed it in front of Jiang Chunlan. In the photo were a pair of twin sisters with identical faces, wearing school uniforms. One was lively and lovely, the other calm and steady, both showing the grace of young girls.