The rain is even denser, someone is sobbing, it is Wang Haicong's star girlfriend, she is dressed in plain black, wearing big sunglasses that can cover half of her face, holding a Fulton black umbrella alone, without agents and assistants around, she looks lonely, desolate, Lin Haiying was about to step forward to comfort, but found that a British man leaned over to talk, seemed to be comforting, and seemed to be saying something else, the star was at a loss, obviously Her English level was not enough to support a complex conversation.

Liu Kunlun and Lin Haiying glanced at each other, stepped forward to clear the siege, and the man took out his business card and introduced himself as a claims officer of Aviva Insurance Company, named William Baldwin.

Baldwin was a young man in his twenties, his fair face was still freckled, he took out a stack of materials and read: "There are some things I think you should be interested in, the deceased Mr. Wang piloted a Cessna 402 twin-engine propeller business jet, the power plant is two 329 horsepower horizontal six-cylinder turbocharged piston engines, each driving a pair of three-blade constant-speed all-shun propeller metal propellers with fairings, the overall fuel tank capacity of the wing is 808 liters, the aircraft is equipped with an electric de-icing device, and the communication equipment includes 2 navigation communication systems, Instrument landing systems, radio compasses, glide beacon stations and pointing receivers, area navigation systems, ranging equipment, radio altimeters, weather radars and radiotelephone devices......"

These are all professional-level English words, not to mention that female celebrities can't understand it, even Lin Haiying can't understand it, Liu Kunlun understands it because he is familiar with flying, he interrupted Baldwin: "But what is the point of these data?"

"We inspected the wreckage of the plane, and according to various situation analysis, when this Cessna 402 crashed, the fuel margin exceeded 70 percent, the amount of lubricating oil was the standard value, the electric de-icing and windshield defogging were working normally, and the communication equipment was completely normal, sir!"

After Baldwin finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze, only the sound of rain falling on the top of the umbrella, Liu Kunlun was stunned, he opened his mouth, and stopped talking.

The female star didn't like this oppressive and sad atmosphere, she said that she was out of company and walked to the nanny car in the distance, the agent and the assistant, and the fragrant heat

Coffee was waiting for her.

"Do you want to say that Mr. Wang Haicong cheated on insurance?" asked Liu Kunlun.

Lin Haiying was startled and looked at him in amazement.

"No, sir. Baldwin replied, "Mr. Hai Cong is a VIP customer of our company, he will not do such a thing as defrauding insurance, according to his previous medical report, he has no bad habits such as drug abuse, his body is very healthy, there is no illness and unspeakable hidden, I want to say that the cause of his death is actually ...... Your choice not to autopsy may not be the wisest way to do so. ”

Baldwin left his business card and left, his back disappeared in the rain and fog, Liu Kunlun rushed to the bone-chilling cold, Wang Haicong's death was unknown, and this matter needs to be seriously investigated.

Lin Haiying agreed with Liu Kunlun, and the two walked into the manor that Wang Haicong bought in Goodwood, an old house left over from the 19th century, typical Georgian style, with ochre-red exterior tiles, white window lattices, a pitched roof, a thick carpet in the living room, a deserted fireplace, and the 1900s Indian hardwood chaise longue seemed to be still shaking, but the person sitting on the chair was no longer there.

Originally, the family hired a British housekeeper and a maid, but Wang Haicong was dismissed after his death, and he had to burn his own coffee if he wanted to.

"I'm going to boil water and make tea. Lin Haiying said, "Brother Haicong's favorite afternoon tea, but unfortunately he can't drink it anymore." ”

Liu Kunlun nodded, stayed in the living room alone, walked back and forth a few times, suddenly thought of something, walked into the study, and found that there was no computer on the table, opened the drawer, and there was no diary.

Wang Haicong usually has the habit of writing a diary by hand, and always carries a diary with a sheepskin cover, which is not in the cockpit of the plane, nor in the study, which is not right, and the computer should not be lost, after all, the diary records are limited, and more clues will be stored in the computer, such as downloading and uploading records in the cloud, emails, photos and documents, and traces of Internet browsing, etc.

Liu Kunlun groped on the bookshelf, opened every book, hoping to find something sandwiched, flipped through it, found nothing, he was angry, and flipped the bookshelf to the ground, the huge bookshelf and the countless books on it rumbled to the ground, shaking the heavens and the earth, the smoke and dust rolling, Liu Kunlun was out of breath, and he couldn't wait to look up to the sky and roar.

"What's wrong with you?" came Lin Haiying's panicked inquiry behind her, and when she turned around, she was holding a tray with exquisite porcelain teapots and teacups.

Under the rain and rustle outside the window, a warm fire danced in the fireplace, and Liu Kunlun and Lin Haiying sat face to face, exploring the cause of Hai Cong's death.

"Will you be trapped by love?" Lin Haiying said, "That star has a lot of scandals. ”

"No, Hai Cong is not such a person, he can afford to put it down. Liu Kunlun shook his head, "In this world, there is no one and nothing that can make him take the initiative to think. ”

"So you suspect that he killed him?" Lin Haiying held his chin in his hand and listened to Liu Kunlun's analysis.

"I don't know, the truth depends on us to dig out, this matter is too complicated, counting on Scotland Yard is as unreliable as counting on the Chinese police to solve the case, we have to investigate it ourselves, and the fewer people who know, the better." Liu Kunlun sighed, "After Hai Cong leaves, who holds the key here?"

Lin Haiying thought for a while and said, "It should be Chao Xiaochuan, I saw him at the funeral just now, and he seemed very sad." ”

"Are you acting sad or are you really sad?"

"You doubt him?"

"I doubt anyone. ”

After a long time, Lin Haiying spoke again: "Chao Xiaochuan is Brother Haicong's housekeeper, and he is the one who doesn't want him to die, according to the drama of ordinary wealthy family grievance dramas, the people who want him to die the most should be you, and me." ”

"Check, check everyone, everything. Liu Kunlun said, "If I don't find out, I'm uneasy." ”

Lin Haiying is very smart, she immediately understood that what Liu Kunlun said meant two things, one is the uneasiness caused by the unclear death of Hai Cong, and the other is that Hai Ming is dead, Hai Cong is also dead, maybe the next one is Hai Kun and Hai Ying.

The creepy feeling was even colder than in the English countryside in December, and Lin Haiying wrapped the blanket tightly on her body, but her hands were still shivering when she picked up the teacup.

But how to check, where to start, a thousand things, no way to check, since people in the UK, it is inevitable to think of Sherlock Holmes who lives at 221B Baker Street, London, although Sherlock Holmes is a fictional character, but London does have a lot of professional private detectives, the way of thinking of rich people is to ask professional people to do professional things, so finding a detective hired by themselves is the best solution.

The two immediately picked up the car and went to London, where Lin Haiying had studied and had some local British friends, who introduced a supposedly powerful private investigator named Matthew Miller, a former MI5 agent.

Matthew Miller meets two employers at a café in Hyde Park, and he is not the Type 007 he imagined, but an unkempt old English man with a gray beard, a tweed jacket and a flannel shirt, a pair of glasses, and a penchant for squinting when looking at people.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm a civilian intelligence analyst at MI5, not the kind of James Bond who chases cars. The old man was very humorous, and as an opening statement, he also took out a detailed price list, the private detective's service items are tiered fees, and even this conversation is charged.

Fortunately, Lin Haiying also brought a checkbook, and immediately wrote a check, and the old man put the check into an old wallet and stuffed it into his pocket, muttering, "Now you can pay the rent." ”

The two employers looked at each other and couldn't help but feel a deep sense of distrust towards the former MI5 agent.

"Let's get back to business. Matthew said, "Your brother has unfortunately died, and he has only ...... I'll see, only twenty-six years old, it's very interesting that the birthdays of the three of you are very close, which makes people have to have an association, in fact, your mother is not alone, and your education is not the same, for example, this young lady, I think you are an artist, you are a painter, of course, this is not because you have paint in your fingernails, but because your clothes are very fashionable, color coordination, your clothes and bags do not see the brand, but they must be very expensive, haha, I am just talking nonsense, your dead brother had more than one private jet, of course you are also a high lady, as for this gentleman……”

Matthew looked at Liu Kunlun and helped his glasses: "I have met a person who is very close to your temperament, that person was engaged in anti-guerrilla warfare in Malaya in the fifties, and after he retired from SAS, he unfortunately fell to his death while riding a motorcycle. ”

"He's killed a lot of people, and you should be too. Matthew stared at Liu Kunlun, "But you don't have the smell of a criminal, you don't have the temperament of a soldier, and you don't look like someone who works for the government, let alone a killer, to be honest, I'm curious, how could you be born in the same family." ”

"It's not something you should care about. Liu Kunlun said.

"I'm not concerned about you personally, it's about the whole story. Matthew raised his eyebrows, "Since you don't want to say it, I won't ask for the time being, I think you will say it sooner or later, okay, let's get to the point, Mr. Wang Haicong flew over the North Sea, is he going to Stockholm to find someone?"

"My brother flies to Paris a lot, and I don't know if he has friends in Sweden or Norway and Denmark," Lin said. ”

"I need his cell phone, his personal computer, his financial statements, and a list of his five closest friends, you can give me other information, I'm good at intelligence analysis rather than field work, so I'll have to pay someone to run errands for me......," Matthew said again.

Lin Haiying took out the checkbook again and opened a blank one for him.