Wen Han tried to remain uninvolved in any of this.
That lama, though, took it upon himself to walk right up to her. "Before I got off, I left a book on the train. Would you happen to have seen it?"
Lifting her head, Wen Han's gaze met that unfamiliar pair of eyes.
The instant their gazes collided, she subconsciously began deducing things out in her mind. This unfamiliar man was holding Cheng Muyun's train ticket and wearing his clothes. The carriage number and time on the ticket and also this question he had just asked her were all flawlessly trying to prove one thing: he was the "Cheng Muyun" on the train.
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But the train had long since left already, and the only ones remaining who had been on it were herself, the youth, and those five tourists. Judging from the current situation, the police were already starting to not believe the words of those five tourists. As long as she and the youth maintained that this stranger was the lama on the train, the police undoubtedly would believe them.
Besides, in the statement those people gave earlier, there was indeed a lama mentioned, so that, too, was a piece of evidence.
Therefore, she only needed to be willing to corroborate this man's words.
Then, this strange lama could in turn prove that she and the youth were innocent and help extricate them from this situation.
"It should... still be on the train." Wen Han heard herself softly answer him. "I thought that, Venerable Lama, you would be returning, so I did not put away the book. I am very sorry."
There was a smile in the lama's eyes as he nodded ruefully. "That is a pity. I had not finished reading the book yet." Turning around, he addressed the police officers. "After I stepped off the train, I saw you arrest these two young people, so I purposely hurried over to see if I could bear witness for them. After all, they are two good children who are believers of Buddha. I do not want them to be wrongly accused over a misunderstanding."
The police officers of this railway station were already out of patience because of those five raucous tourists, so now, they naturally chose to completely believe the lama's words. An imposter lama? Were they joking?
The Indian officer pointed politely at a chair. "Venerable Lama, please take a seat. As a formality, we need to ask you some questions."
The lama unperturbedly sat down. "All right."<>Copyright of Fanatical, hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. Translated with the express permission of the author for hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. If you are not reading this from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com, the translation has been taken without consent of the translator.
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When Wen Han stepped out of the police patrol office and into the train station's waiting hall, which was milling with throngs of people, the five tourists were still being detained on the other side of the glass door behind her. Reportedly, they would not be released until after dark.
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"Thank you." Wen Han fixed her eyes on this effeminate-looking man with the shaved head.
The man smiled. "You are welcome, Miss Wen Han."
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