Just as Qin Zhizhi was gloating over her upcoming victory, a group of people in formal attire, carrying various instruments, walked in from outside the pre-sale meeting.

Vast and vast.

Everyone's eyes fell on these few people.

The leader introduced himself, "I am Dai Ming, Director of the Handwriting Identification Department of the Imperial Forensic Identification Center. This is our identification."

"I have received an order to come here to identify handwriting. May I ask what part of the handwriting needs to be identified?"

As soon as the words fell, everyone was stunned.

The reporters turned around and took a lot of photos of the newcomers.

The camera in the live broadcast room also cut to Dai Ming, and netizens on the public screen were stunned.

"What a big deal! Even the National Forensic Identification Center has been mobilized."

"What? The Imperial Judicial Appraisal Center? They're such an authoritative institution, how powerful do they have to be to be able to send them abroad?"

"Now it's interesting. Which god invited this person?"

"Who knows? I'm a forensic expert, and Dai Ming, the head of the handwriting identification department whose face hasn't been shown, is my idol! He's been seconded to the Public Security Bureau multiple times, providing them with a wealth of evidence and solving several serious cases. He even solved a ten-year cold case based on evidence he found among a pile of old evidence."

"Boss! Boss!"

Qin Zhizhi's eyes lit up, it must be the helper Wen Wan invited for her.

She quickly explained the current situation to Dai Ming, and needed to verify whether the handwriting on the original design manuscript in Qin Zhizhi's handwriting was consistent with hers.

"This is my original draft. Why should I authenticate it for you? If you collude to harm me, I will have no way to defend myself." Qin Zhizhi hid the original design draft behind her, raised her head, and said arrogantly.

What does it matter if we invite an authority? As long as she doesn't give it, Qin Zhizhi's crime of plagiarism will be confirmed.

Qin Zhizhi asked: "What? Are you scared?"

"What are you afraid of? I have nothing to be afraid of."

"You're afraid that if you hand over the original draft, they'll identify it as my handwriting, and your attempt to steal my design for the design competition will be exposed."

"You're the one who plagiarized, so you're the one who should be afraid." Qin Zhizhi's eyes showed a trace of panic, but she still didn't give in.

Qin Zhizhi's eyes were determined. "Then why don't you show it to me? We'll know if it's real or fake once we examine it. If you're unwilling to hand it over, you're admitting that you stole my design."

The reporters surrounded Qin Zhizhi again, and everyone was as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

"Is this the truth, Miss Qin Zhizhi? You stole Miss Qin Zhizhi's design and entered it into the Empire Design Competition. Now you're accusing Miss Qin Zhizhi of plagiarism. Now that the truth has been revealed, you don't dare to bring out the design for appraisal."

"Ms. Qin Zhizhi, I heard that your grades were very poor, but you were only admitted to university as an exception because you won first place in the Imperial Design Competition."

Qin Zhizhi's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, her eyes darting from side to side, her expression panicked, and she was forced to retreat step by step by the reporter. "I didn't do it, she plagiarized me."

While Qin Zhizhi was not paying attention, Qin Zhizhi appeared beside her at some point and snatched the design manuscript from her hand.

"What are you doing! Qin Zhizhi!" Qin Zhizhi roared, her voice full of anger and panic.

"There's no point in arguing any further. Give the original design to Director Dai. After he examines it, he'll know whether I plagiarized you or you stole mine."

"Give it back to me." Qin Zhizhi raised her hand to grab it.

Qin Zhizhi held her down and handed the design draft to Dai Ming, "Thank you, Director Dai."

Dai Ming nodded, took the design draft, and examined Qin Zhizhi's other design draft.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

Qin Zhizhi felt uneasy and said to her mother beside her in a delicate voice, "Mom, I feel a little unwell."

When Mother Qin heard that her precious daughter was not feeling well, she quickly comforted her, "Zhizhi, tell me where you feel uncomfortable. I'll take you to the hospital."

Qin's mother was about to leave with Qin Zhizhi but was stopped by Qin Zhizhi.

"Go? Where to?" She stood in front of the two of them like a giant Buddha.

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