Lying on the bed of the Royal London Hospital, Jun Hao's mind still recalled the letters on Stephen's arm. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The devil. Red eyes. Man. ”

'Devil's tips aside. Just looking at the two elements of 'red eyes' and 'man', Jun Hao naturally thought of Erin's 'elder brother', who was a marquis.

- Could it be that the killer who manipulates everything behind the scenes is Erin's long-lost 'brother'?

- But how can you, a marquis and nobleman, have a holiday with the children of the slums? And how can it be associated with a prostitute at the bottom of society?

- Could it be that he is a psychopath, who takes pleasure in killing?

- But what is the explanation for Jon's portrait? Was it his deliberate blame? But why blame 'Xin'?

Too many doubts and incomprehensions are like kite strings entwined in one place, chaotic and confusing.

Jun Hao couldn't help but shake his head. Clasp their hands tightly together and tap their foreheads.

- Even if the murderer hidden in the darkness was really Irene's 'brother', he would not be able to prove his guilt. All of this is just speculation. The letters on Stephen's arm are not enough evidence.

However, there is no doubt that Erin's brother does feel very dangerous. Therefore, Jun Hao finally decided to follow this clue and investigate.

"Hello, Mr. Detective, I'm Harry Woodson, a reporter for The Sun." The door to the ward was suddenly pushed open, and a man in a white shirt walked in with a smile. "Sorry to disturb you. But as you know, time is a valuable asset for us as professionals. So, please forgive me for disturbing your rest at this time. ”

Jun Hao looked carefully at the man who claimed to be a newspaper reporter. As far back as he can remember, he had seen the man at Jon's trial. And the name "Harry Woodson" always makes Jun Hao feel very familiar.

"Harry? Reporter? Jun Hao did not show friendliness, but still looked at the reporter in front of him with an inquiring gaze, and said: "It's 1 o'clock in the morning, Mr. Reporter is really well-informed, so soon he smelled the news?" ”

Harry was not humble, he wanted to laugh, but he was afraid of provoking the nurse, so he could only laugh in a low voice: "Won't the police install an 'informant' when they solve the case?" We journalists, we also have our 'informants'. ”

Harry's answer was not surprising. Jun Hao just wondered why he found him.

"Want to ask about Stephen before he died? Or is it about how I can survive a sniper rifle? ”

"Sure enough, he deserves to be called the 'Detective King' on Baker Street." Harry complimented and said with a smile: "If Mr. Detective is willing to tell me, the contemptible person naturally wants to be able to understand the whole process of the incident. ”

"I'm sorry. I have no comment. Jun Hao said lightly: "Regarding Director Stephen, you can directly ask your 'informant'." And I have the right not to tell anyone about me. ”

“OH。 Mr. Detective, if you will, I will definitely pay you the same price. Harry didn't give up, took his wallet out of his belt bag, and smiled, "It's not too much, but it's definitely a good price." ”

Jun Hao frowned, suddenly reached out and pressed the bell next to the bed, and said with a slight smile: "Mr. Reporter, please leave quickly." Otherwise, if Miss Nurse comes in a moment, I can't guarantee that I will ask you to leave the room for any terrible reason. ”

Harry obviously didn't expect Jun Hao to be so difficult, he couldn't hold back the smile on his face anymore, and pulled the corners of his mouth lightly and said, "Mr. Detective, offending reporters is not a wise choice. ”

Jun Hao shrugged his shoulders, and his tone was still extremely flat: "I'm not one of those stars in the entertainment industry. If you're willing to waste your pen and ink on rumors, I advise you to put away your thoughts. In the judicial world, there is a crime of 'defamation'. Also, I forgot to remind you that in some specific scenarios, I habitually turn on the recording function of my phone. Like now. After speaking, Jun Hao casually raised the mobile phone in his hand. The interface really shows that it is recording.

“OK。 OK。 I understand. Then I'm really sorry to disturb your rest Mr. Detective. Call...... Hopefully, the next time we meet, you'll change your attitude and thoughts. I also hope that you will not regret the choice you made today. Harry glanced at Jun Hao with a cold look in his eyes, raised his hand to support his glasses, pulled an extremely strange smile at the corner of his mouth, and turned around and strode out of the ward.

Watching Harry leave. Jun Hao shook his head helplessly and threw away his phone. In fact, he didn't have that boring habit at all, it was just a simple threat on the fly. What's more, audio recordings cannot be used as evidence in court hearings.

Miss Nurse walked in, Jun Hao said that the wound was painful, and after Miss Nurse checked the wound and did a simple cleanup. Jun Hao lay down on the bed again.

The wound on the back ached. But the wound was not deep, only a third of the bullet sank into the flesh.

"How is that possible? Is there a UFO blocking the bullet? …… You're really lucky, otherwise you're in high risk of getting knocked through your spine. If you don't die, you will be paralyzed for life. ”

The doctor's words of surprise as he removed the bullet still echoed in his ears.

Jun Hao didn't know why he survived. Perhaps, as the doctor had guessed, an unknown object had kept him at bay with the deadly bullet.

Pull back your thoughts. Recall the clue on Stephen's arm again. Picking up the phone, I dialed Irene's phone number.

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Royal London Hospital. 1 p.m.

The original impression of visiting the sick was nothing more than flowers, fruits, and greetings. Unexpectedly, Jun Hao invited Tianyun and Vashag to go to his friend Jinxuan's psychological counseling room together.

"Sorry to call you so late yesterday." Jun Hao looked at Erin apologetically, "But I'm really uneasy, that's why I hope to see you and Mr. Vashag today." ”

Tianyun smiled slightly, and then turned her gaze to Vashag. He took the green tea in his hand, gently blew the tea leaves floating on the water, and frowned slightly.

"I said Jun Hao, you called me in the morning, it's really disturbing to dream. You don't want to think about it, at that point in time, I had just left Amber, and it was less than five minutes after rolling the sheets with the beautiful woman, and the phone rang! …… Oh, that's a terrible feeling! A young man in a white lab coat pushed the door open and walked in, grumbling as he went.

Jun Hao coughed dryly. Pointing to the young man, he said, "This is the psychiatrist at the Royal Hospital in London, Jin Xuan. He is also a psychiatrist in the counseling room. ”

"Hello. Beautiful lady. Jin Xuan looked at Tianyun with a smile, leaned forward and shook Tianyun's hand. Then he looked at Vashag, his eyes flashed slightly, and he smiled faintly: "Hello." Dear Sir. ”

Tianyun couldn't help but feel a little strange. In a split second, she clearly felt a hint of hostility. Although the psychiatrist named Jin Xuan gives people the first impression that he is a playboy and a gentleman. But the moment he looked at Vashag, he clearly felt a hint of hostility and murderous intent.

Look carefully at the man in the white coat. He sat down on the sofa very casually, picked up the teapot on the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and threw his head up and took a sip. He looked to be an extremely handsome Asian, with black hair, black eyes, and an almost earthy yellow complexion. The exquisitely carved face, the handsome nose and the cherry blossom-like pink lip color make his handsomeness have a feminine air and a little less masculine strength. But the most surprising thing was his smile. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was smiling at all times. This smile, gentle and pleasant, is able to make a good impression in the shortest possible time.

"Say it. Mr. Detective. Why did you ask us to come here? Vashag spoke in a nonchalant tone.

"How so?" Jun Hao seemed to be trying his best to think of the appropriate wording, and he wrinkled his eyebrows and said, "Dear Mr. Vashag, what I am going to say next is not with any hostile emotions or deliberate false accusations. I hope you won't be angry when you hear about it. ”

Vashag stroked the black ring on his index finger with a little impatience, and said lightly: "Say it." Our time is precious. I don't like to waste time. ”

"yes." Jin Xuan also said: "The cost of psychological counseling is quite expensive. Of course, if you're here as a patient to make small talk, I don't mind charging you a little more. In a mocking tone, the black eyes inadvertently swept towards Vashag again. Tianyun felt that this time, it was not only Jinxuan's gaze that revealed obvious hostility. Even Vashag also exuded a hint of cold killing intent.

"Here's the thing." Jun Hao thought for a while and continued: "Last night, Director Stephen killed four police officers at an April Fool's Day party, and the police and military rounded him up with all their might, and finally Director Stephen committed suicide in the London Eye. ”

"Oh, is there such a thing? It's a pity. Jin Xuan looked surprised, he opened his mouth and said, "That director is a well-known sharpshooter in the police world, and he also has good military merits in the Falklands War. Why did he kill those four officers? Is it love killing? Or is it a vendetta? …… However, if he survives, he should be sent to a solitary cell in prison, and maybe he will be able to enjoy his old age in peace. ”

Jun Hao did not express his position on Jinxuan's comment, but continued: "Before he died, I met him. Although there was no way to save his life, he accidentally saw the few words he left on his arm. ”

"Did you climb the London Eye last night?" Jin Xuan exclaimed again, "OH! You lunatic! Could it be that you were ** again last night? ”

Jun Hao coughed a few times again, directly ignored Jin Xuan's question, and frowned: "The reason why I took the risk of climbing the London Eye is because of the strange riddle I received after several bizarre murders. The sentence in it, 'The messenger of justice, shattered the false braincase'. I think the shooting at the April Fool's Day party corresponds to this sentence. The reason why the late Director Stephen left a letter on his arm was to remind us of the identity of the mastermind behind the scenes. ”

"So what?" Vashag raised his eyebrows in displeasure and asked, "What does this matter have to do with me and Irene?" ”

"That's what I'm going to say next." Jun Hao looked at Vashag quietly, and said almost word for word: "Because on Director Stephen's arm, the hint left is 'devil'." 'Red Eyes'. and 'men'. ”