Quick Transmigration: I just want to hate the protagonist

Chapter 407 The Forgotten Victim [10]

Bai Yan, who calmed down Bai Mo's emotions, hurriedly called Bai's father and mother. Now that the matter has come to an end, he has no intention of creating surprises for the two elders.

Father Bai and mother Bai had just rested their feet when they received a call from their son announcing the good news, but before the two of them recovered from the happy news that their daughter had woken up, they heard their son say that there might be something else hidden about what happened back then.

Their hearts were lifted almost at once.

The failure to protect her at the beginning has become a thorn in their hearts. Now that their daughter finally woke up, they naturally don't want her to be hurt again.

So, almost the moment they put down the phone, they bought the return ticket. When Bai Mo woke up the next morning, the two of them were already guarding her bed anxiously.

[Host, the two of them have been watching you for more than three hours. 】403 pouted his head and reported to Bai Mo who had just woken up.

Bai Mo hummed. She slept deeply that night and was completely unaware of the two people's movements.This body was in such bad shape that Bai Mo's vigilance cultivated in several worlds could not prevent her from resisting her body's instinctive exhaustion.

[They took a plane at one o'clock in the morning and landed at around four o'clock. They came back and cleaned up and then came to guard it. 】403 continues to add.

Bai Mo nodded: [Have all the haunted house data recovered? 】

403 nodded.

[Jiang Ya'an's black material was also found? 】

403 nodded again.

[Then it seems that the evidence of her original involvement has been found. 】

403 subconsciously wanted to nod again, but...

[I really can't find this one! 】

The reason it came to squat her so early was because there was really no evidence that Jiang Ya'an was involved, and there was quite a lot of evidence that could prove that she was a victim.

Bai Mo pondered for a while, then looked at 403, although he didn't speak, his eyes were full of disgust of "what's the use of you".

[Host, it’s useless for you to glare at me. There was no radio at that time, and there was too little evidence left on the Internet. What’s more, so much time has passed, and the few evidences have been completely destroyed. It's so easy to find! 】

Bai Mo glanced at the furious 403, and asked again: [There is no evidence that can directly prove her participation. 】

403 nodded heavily.

[Then you follow the actual process and "create" the evidence that can prove her participation! 】Bai Mo gritted his teeth and looked at it with a smile.

Falsifying evidence was the last way she wanted to choose.

She would never do it if she could.

But time was running out and evidence was hard to find. Even if she could persuade the four instigators to stand up as witnesses, she would still be unable to prove Jiang Ya'an's charges.

In the legal rules of this world, witness testimony can only be a supplement to physical evidence, and cannot be used as direct evidence of allegations.

Of course, the real reason for her to cross the psychological barrier of "falsification" is the fact.

Jiang Ya'an acted as the executioner of the original owner's suicide, this is a certain fact.

There is no possibility of being wronged.

But if there is even one percent uncertainty in this matter, Bai Mo will not do this.

【According to the facts, made it? 】403 doesn't know Bai Mo's inner struggle, it's just a little puzzled.

Bai Mo sighed: [Forget it, you can pass on the situation of the haunted house to me first, and the more specific details of Jiang Ya'an's participation, and I will tell you what to do. 】

After speaking, she opened her eyes and looked at the two old people beside the bed.

The sun at 09:30 is already a bit hot, even through the thick curtains, some sunlight will inevitably leak in.

Father Bai and mother Bai sat on the edge of Bai Mo's bed, holding hands tightly, watching her with breathless concentration, not daring to move.

(End of this chapter)