Chapter 1868
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Xia Jinyuan's words really gave Principal Chen a fright. He thought that Xia Jinyuan had found something.
No, it was impossible to find anything.
If the military couldn't find anything, how could he have the time to investigate in the middle of training? Therefore, he didn't find anything. He just had his suspicions.
Principal Chen's body was injured, and his brain wasn't as fast as it used to be. He lowered his head and took a sip of warm water. He asked calmly, "Why do you ask?"
"Uncle Chen, take a look at this." Xia Jinyuan's gaze slid past Principal Chen's face. He took out a page of the report that he hadn't shown to Ye Chien. "This is one of the military's investigation reports. It's also the military's investigation into whether there's anything wrong with Ye Zhifan. They want to confirm what you said."
If he had only had his suspicions before, then Uncle Chen's act of drinking water just now confirmed his suspicions.
Uncle Chen must have some misgivings about Ye Zhifan!
In other words, he also suspected that there was something fishy going on this time. It might have something to do with Ye Zhifan.
Principal Chen glanced at the single piece of A4 paper on top of the quilt. He put the glass of water aside and picked up the report. He unhurriedly opened it. "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong? "
Principal Chen opened the A4 paper that Xia Jinyuan had folded for convenience. Although he looked calm on the surface, he wasn't calm on the inside.
He casually glanced at it and sneered. "There's nothing wrong with what you said. There's nothing false about cooperating with the military's investigation."
Xia Jinyuan did not expect to get anything out of Principal Chen immediately. He was not in a hurry, but the color in his eyes darkened a little. He said slowly and elegantly, "You told the military that you and Director Ye Zhifan did not have much of a personal grudge. This can be understood as a personal grudge. No matter how big or small it is, you and Ye Zhifan have a personal grudge."
"In the end, you said, 'I don't think there's a need for him to do something that would ruin his career.' Uncle Chen, 'I don't think' is a term of uncertainty and suspicion. It means that you've already suspected Ye Zhifan."
Principal Chen, who was listening quietly, couldn't help but narrow his eyes. Deep in his eyes, there was a well-concealed surprise. … Even the military didn't suspect him, but he actually suspected him from a few words!
As expected of the Weapon King, this kind of sensitivity, this kind of intelligence, he was definitely not an ordinary person!
Principal Chen was also a "King" among the snipers. If he didn't make a move, the people around him naturally wouldn't be able to tell.
When the two generations of Weapon Kings met face to face, Xia Jinyuan knew that the Veteran King was still better. This was because the Veteran King had fooled the military investigators and made the military think that Ye Zhifan really had nothing to do with the incident.
If he didn't know how much Uncle Chen loved Ye Chien and how much he hated Ye Zhifan's family, he would also have been fooled by Uncle Chen like the military.
"In the end, you said, 'My incident was actually just a normal medical accident.' It seemed more like you were deliberately trying to cover up the truth and defend Ye Zhifan. “
"Uncle Chen, at first, I didn't quite understand why you said such contradictory things, but when you drank the water just now, it made me certain that you were indeed suspecting Ye Zhifan."
Although he spoke slowly, there were no pauses in between. This meant that he didn't give Principal Chen a chance to interrupt him midway. He controlled the entire rhythm of the conversation in his own hands. "Uncle Chen, I just want to know why you did this. Is it because of Ye Chien? If it's because of her, you should have told me. "
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