The clues ultimately pointed to someone who was already dead.
The table fell into silence, leaving only the bubbling hotpot making noise.
Xue Xuanqing broke the silence. "Judging from the email, if this lead is real, the person who provided it is likely an old employee of Xinxi. He might have witnessed the two cars leaving. But what was the subject of his email again
'You think Xinxi only just started faking data today?' What does that mean? Xinxi was fabricating data back in the early days? And somehow that ties in with the two cars going out that day?"
"That's what he's implying." Zong Ying had been silent for a long time, but finally replied, "So the key point of this lead is whether Xinxi had been falsifying data in its early days, and how that connects to my mother's accident."
Xue Xuanqing frowned, tapping the table through the tablecloth. After thinking a while, she asked, "I have a few questions."
Zong Ying looked up. "Go ahead."
"First, your mother was the head of Xinxi's R&D department at the time. She should be very clear about the entire drug development process, of course, including the data. Do you think she is the kind of person who would falsify data?"
"Second, assuming that there was data falsification in the early days, this drug has been on the market for so many years, and there is no problem at all? Regulators didn't find anything?"
"Third, even if Xing Xueyi's car and your mother's went out together that day—what does that prove? That Xing Xueyi witnessed the accident? But they could've taken separate paths after leaving."
Questions came to the table one after another, and she picked up the chopsticks, but she didn't know where to start.
"So there is a clue, but this clue is probably useless." Seeing that she didn't say anything, Xue Xuanqing quickly gave a conclusion: "The reporter who sent this to you was probably confused when he saw this clue, so he sent it directly to you, which clearly shows that... what's the word?"
"Throwing out a brick to attract jade," Sheng Qingrang spoke up.
"Exactly." Xue Xuanqing responded with slight surprise, turning to see him calmly adding ingredients to the hotpot in an orderly manner.
"Don't move--" She immediately stopped him from putting the dishes in, "You're a guest today. Don't do it yourself."
She got up to call the waiter. Sheng Qingrang put down the utensils, glanced at the troubled Zong Ying, and instead of offering words of comfort, simply poured her a new glass of sparkling water.
Zong Ying snapped out of her thoughts, thanked him, and slipped her phone into her pocket.
The waiter returned, dropping fresh ingredients into the creamy mushroom broth. Steam rose, filling the room with aroma.
But Zong Ying had little appetite, and Sheng Qingrang respectfully refrained from eating much either. Xue Xuanqing glanced at the two and realized the anonymous tip had spoiled the whole meal.
But they ordered so much and the dishes were not cheap. Based on the principle of not wasting, she could only bury her head in eating. Not surprisingly, she was full.
After finishing her dessert, she didn't even wipe her mouth before forwarding an email to Zong Ying.
After a long time, Zong Ying's phone buzzed with an email notification sound, but she ignored it.
Xue Xuanqing put down her phone: "I scanned a digital copy of your mother's case file, and just forwarded it to you. Check it out."
Zong Ying immediately took out her phone and clicked on the email to download the attachment.
                                      
                                  
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Night Wanderer
FantasyOn the summer night of Shanghai in 2015, Zong Ying, a forensic expert, bumped into an unexpected visitor named Sheng Qing Rang at home. He said that he was also the owner of the apartment No. 699. He came to modern times every night from 1937, and t...
                                          