"Second, there were no obvious signs of impact on the body, and the autopsy also proved that the deceased drowned while conscious."
Zhao Tianxing's eyes widened. "So you think it was just an accident?"
Ding Yuwei's confidence faltered. "I didn't say that."
As she spoke, she subconsciously turned to look at Shen Xin.
Their eyes met, and Shen Xin felt she probably already had an answer.
But she couldn't be sure.
Zhao Tianxing also turned to look at Shen Xin. "Shen Xin, you're the team leader. What do you think?"
"What do I think?"
Shen Xin leaned back in his chair, looked up at the ceiling for a moment, and then said suddenly, "Brother Xing, do you have Yang Zeran's number?"
"Who?"
The sudden jump in topic caught Zhao Tianxing off guard.
Shen Xin sat up straight. "Yang Zeran."
Zhao Tianxing paused for a moment, then nodded.
The officers' numbers were public, so of course he had it.
"Give it to me. I'm going to give him a call."
Shen Xin asked for the number.
