Night Wanderer

Chapter 46 By day, this city becomes her lone battlefield

When he turned his head, Zong Ying didn't pay attention to what he was saying at all. The distance was too close and the only thing he could clearly feel was the breath in the dim light.

Some kinds of breath instinctively draw you in, making you want to chase and grasp them.

However, the moment their eyes met for three seconds, Zong Ying straightened up, and Sheng Qingrang also turned his face away, lowered his head, and casually unscrewed the pen cap to continue writing.

He said, "If we take Xing Xueyi as a breakthrough point, there should be two traceable leads: one is the accident involving your mother back then, and the other is the accident he himself was in."

"Since his car and your mother's car left together that year, we can investigate what time his car returned and what he did that day—this can be approached by talking to people who knew him back then."

"As for his own accident, I believe the police are also investigating. Regardless of the cause of the accident, if we only focus on the belongings left behind, there are generally several directions to explore—"

He scribbled rapidly in his notebook as Zong Ying lowered her head to watch.

He first wrote "important physical evidence left on the day of the accident", and Zong Ying immediately thought of the unopened bag of drugs found at the scene of the accident. Logically speaking, no one would carry a whole bag of drugs around for long. This suggests that the drugs had likely only recently come into Xing Xueyi's possession before the accident. Therefore, anyone he was in contact with during that period was highly suspicious. Whether the drug provider was connected to the accident and what their background was—these were all things the police were still investigating. All Zong Ying could do was wait.

He then wrote "schedule record", and Zong Ying pursed her lips.

She didn't understand Xing Xueyi's work habits, but his secretary would certainly have related schedules. If she wanted to find out this, she had to go to Xinxi.

Finally, he wrote "items deliberately hidden by Xing Xueyi." Zong Ying frowned slightly.

He said, "Generally speaking, if there is a secret that you don't want others to know, you will take the initiative to hide it, but exploring this part is already stepping into the realm of privacy. For someone without the right to handle the deceased's belongings, it would be very difficult. These are just my guesses. I'm mentioning them in case they give you some ideas. As for how to go about it, you're more professional than I am. Of course—"

Sheng Qingrang turned around and said, "If you need help, I will definitely help."

Zong Ying regained her senses, but did not say anything. She lowered her head and walked a few steps, and finally sat down in the recliner beside the bed.

Sheng Qingrang didn't know what she was going to do, but he had finished what he wanted to say. The two of them sat there in silence, and the room fell into a stagnation state. Only the sound of breathing and the sound of a few cars speeding by outside the window could be heard.

Zong Ying stayed quietly seated, showing no intention of leaving.

Sheng Qingrang realized that Zong Ying needed company at the moment, but the work in his hands was not finished yet, and the sound of the typewriter might disturb her, so he said, "I still have some things to do. If you don't mind the noise of the typewriter, then take a rest first." He paused and said, "I'll stay here with you."

Zong Ying nodded.

She said, "If I fall asleep, please wake me before you leave."

Sheng Qingrang looked at her in confusion.