Chapter 249 I Only Care About the Truth
Meng Anran did not tell Lu Heng any other news. Lu Heng was a very cunning man, and in her eyes, he was not worthy of her complete trust at the moment.
So she didn't say a word about white turmeric.
When Meng Anran returned to Lihuayuan in the evening, she received a message from Kenai as soon as she entered the door.
[Ke Nai]: Are you back home? Are you free to meet tomorrow? I got some news from Duan Xi that you might want to know.
Meng Anran replied: [Okay, I'll pick you up at the clinic tomorrow at noon.]
After receiving the message, Konai put down his phone and stared at the photo frame on the table, lost in thought. The girl in the photo was smiling as brightly as the sun.
Time goes back five hours ago——
Conai deliberately cleared today and did not see any patients, so he arrived at the detention center at two o'clock in the afternoon.
The detention center was quiet; it seemed there weren't many visitors today. The guard led him through a quiet, dark corridor and into a metal gate.
After politely thanking him, he sat down at the side of the table and took out the notebook from his bag - this was the notebook he always carried with him, and he usually used it to record important things, such as Meng Anran's condition.
Today, a new page in this notebook will record my sister's past.
Soon, Duan Xi was led by a prison guard into the room through another door. The guard reminded him that visits were limited to half an hour, and then walked to the iron gate to guard it.
Duan Xi looked even thinner, with sunken cheeks, heavy dark bags under her eyes, and some new wounds on her body. It was obvious that life here was very tormenting for her.
But at this moment, her sunken eyes were surprisingly bright. She stared at Ke Nai, examining him over and over again. After a long while, she asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you Ke Ling's biological brother?"
Ke Nai nodded, took out the photo from his notebook and pushed it in front of Duan Xi, explaining his purpose: "I got this photo by chance. You were the one who took the photo of Ke Ling, right?"
He pointed his finger at the reflection in the glass of the photo.
Duan Xi just glanced at it and admitted with a smile, "I remember this photo. I took it for Ke Ling at a public welfare event for teenagers' mental health. She said her brother is a psychologist, and she came to do a public welfare event for mental health, so she wanted to take a photo to show you."
Kenai's calm heart suddenly trembled. For some reason, his nose felt a little sour. His sister's constant concern made him feel that he was an incompetent brother.
He asked, "Did you meet her at that event?"
"Yes." Duan Xi picked up the photo and looked at the smiling girl in it, seeming to feel a little emotional and regretful. "After that, she joined the Qinghe Club volunteers and participated in many charity activities. But until she committed suicide... I didn't even realize that she had any mental health problems."
In Duan Xi's impression, Ke Ling has always been someone who loves to laugh and always says "Life is so beautiful".
Who would have thought that such a sunny and cheerful girl would eventually choose to end her life by suicide?
Kenai took the photo back, gently stroking the edge of the photo with his fingertips, his eyes calm and restrained.
After a long pause, he slowly asked, "Ms. Duan, do you believe that Ke Ling's death...was really just suicide?"
Duan Xi's expression froze for a moment, then he gave a wry smile: "This is what the police investigation found, and the autopsy report showed no abnormalities."
Kenai didn't respond immediately, but slowly pulled out a folded piece of paper from his notebook and pushed it in front of her.
"This is a copy of Ke Ling's last diary entry."
Duan Xi looked down and saw the handwriting on the paper was neat but a bit hurried.
I seem to be sick. They all say I'm sick. No, those medicines... are not right. The people from the Qinghe Society are always watching me, and I can't seem to escape. Brother, if you can see this diary, don't believe anything they say.
Duan Xi's pupils suddenly constricted, and his fingers unconsciously clenched the edge of the paper.
"Qinghe Club..." she murmured softly, as if she had touched upon some taboo.
Ke Nai stared at her reaction, his voice calm but with an unavoidable sense of oppression: "A week before Ke Ling's death, the last 'charity event' she participated in was a mental health lecture organized by the Qinghe Association. It was held in the old laboratory of Lu's Pharmaceuticals."
Duan Xi raised his head suddenly, his face pale: "How do you know this?"
"Because after that day, Ke Ling's mental state began to deteriorate rapidly." Kenai's eyes turned cold, "And behind the Qinghe Society is Bai Yujin."
Duan Xi's breathing became noticeably faster. She subconsciously glanced at the prison guard at the door. After confirming that he wasn't paying attention, she lowered her voice and said, "Doctor Ke, there are some things...knowing too much is not good for you."
"My sister is dead." Kenai's voice was very soft, but it carried a chill that could not be ignored. "I don't care about 'benefits', I only care about the truth."
Duan Xi was silent for a long time. Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he slowly spoke: "Qinghe Club is a public welfare organization on the surface, but in reality... they are selecting suitable 'experimental subjects'."
At this point, she sneered sarcastically, "Although I am the president of the Qinghe Association, it was not until Bai Yujin came to see me after I was imprisoned that I learned that since the establishment of the Qinghe Association, one-third of the members were her pawns."
Kenai's fingertips tightened slightly. "What experiment?"
Duan Xi lowered his voice even lower, almost to a whisper: "The most important part of the White Dove Project - mind control."
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Recalling Duan Xi's words, Kenai opened his notebook, intending to share all the information with Meng Anran.
After all, the only person around him who is capable of investigating the whole incident is Meng Anran.
The next day at noon, Meng Anran arrived at Kenai's private clinic on time.
When I pushed the door open, Kenai was standing by the window, and the sunlight shining through the blinds cast tiny shadows on his profile.
He turned around, his expression calm, but with a hint of coldness that she had never seen before.
"You're here." He motioned for her to sit down and pushed a cup of hot tea in front of her.
Meng Anran didn't touch the cup of tea, but asked directly: "What did Duan Xi say?"
Kenai took out a notebook from the drawer, flipped to yesterday's records, and handed it to her: "Qinghe Society, White Dove Project, Mind Control Human Experiments."
Meng Anran's fingers suddenly froze. Qinghe Club was actually related to Bai Yujin?
She took out her phone, flipped through the electronic version of the human experiment records, and handed it to Kenai. "I also found something that confirms that Ke Ling was indeed used as a test subject for some kind of drug."
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