Zhang Wenyue and He Zizhao exchanged a glance, then looked at Fan Xiaofan with some disbelief and asked, "Xiaofan, aren't you nervous?"
Although they had always worked as assistants and were not yet qualified to be lead researchers, they were always extremely nervous, no matter which research lab they were in or what research they were doing.
Fan Xiaofan was doing something completely ordinary.
"Don't be nervous..."
For Fan Xiaofan, conducting these experiments was much simpler than cooking...
What followed was calm and composed for Fan Xiaofan, the lead researcher, while Zhang Wenyue and He Zizhao, his assistants, remained extremely nervous.
They also wanted to produce results and then tell those people outside who always shook their heads and were skeptical whenever their lab was mentioned that they weren't messing around at all, but doing serious work.
Fan Xiaofan didn't have so many thoughts; he kept a close eye on them to prevent them from making mistakes in certain steps.
Outside, Shi Moyun glanced curiously at Fan Xiaofan's research lab as she passed by, then continued walking forward.
*
Fan Ye finally managed to get rid of her fever and opened her eyes groggily, only to find that everything in front of her was white.
It seems to be in a hospital.
Just as she was about to speak, a very kind woman at the foot of the bed stood up, poured her a cup of water with a tea mug, and said, "Are you thirsty?"
The warm water soothed her throat, making her dry and hoarse voice feel much better. She coughed a few times, feeling uncomfortable, and asked curiously, "Who are you...?"
Seeing that she felt better, the woman smiled and said, "I'm from the neighborhood committee."
Fan Ye nodded, unsure of what to say for a moment.
The woman brought in a doctor, and after a thorough examination, she confirmed that Fan Ye was in good condition before saying, "Some of our colleagues have some questions for you later, so please cooperate."
Fan Ye's hand, which was under the covers, tightened, and she became nervous subconsciously.
To be honest, she wasn't exactly timid, but when faced with something like that, witnessing someone die right before her eyes, and then encountering Fan Xiaofan, the person directly involved, she was filled with shock and fear, which is why she developed a fever.
Now someone is looking for her again, and she... about what happened that day.
Sure enough, just as the woman had said, someone came over. They were very nice, but Fan Ye was extremely nervous.
She increasingly felt that Fan Xiaofan's identity must be different, otherwise why would all these things come knocking on her's door after she met him once?
She really didn't know whether she should tell the truth or lie.
She changed the subject as she was about to speak, intending to pretend she knew nothing, just like before. But looking at the comrade sitting opposite her, who seemed to see right through her, she couldn't bring herself to tell the lie.
"According to the records we retrieved, you said you didn't pass by the crime scene that day..."
Fan Ye swallowed hard.
I don't know what to say.
"But we found this under the eaves of Old Zhang's house..."
"This is……"
When Fan Ye saw what he took out, she knew that struggling was useless. What he was holding was her usual little notebook, which she had thought she had lost in the rush that day.
"I, I'll talk..."
Given the current situation, Fan Ye originally didn't want to cause trouble, but he also knew that if he didn't clarify the facts, it would be even more of a loss if he were suspected.
"What? You mean someone used ten gold bars to investigate Comrade Fan Xiaofan?"
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