Chu Shi'an and An Shijin had just finished receiving the medicine when they saw Kong Yizheng coming over with a frown and sweating profusely. Chu Shi'an greeted him and asked softly, "How is it?" Kong Yi's eyes lit up when he saw Chu Shi'an, but he caught a glimpse of An Shijin standing aside with a cup of coffee, and coughed a little unnaturally: "It's still under trial, there are more than forty in-service doctors in the hospital, and it may take some time to review one by one." Chu Shi'an nodded: "Is the forensic autopsy report out?" In the hall with the air conditioner on and the temperature was slightly low, Kong Yi was still sweating, he stretched out his hand to fan the wind, and his eyes stared straight at Chu Shi'an's face: "As soon as you call the police, we will send a forensic doctor to conduct an autopsy, it is indeed not a natural death, you guessed right, the deceased was indeed a sudden death caused by adrenaline injection." ”

Chu Shi'an looked up at Kong Yi's sultry appearance, and handed Kong Yi an unopened bottle of water in his hand: "Drink some water." "Thank you." Kong Yi shrugged his shoulders, took the water handed by Chu Shi'an with a smile, and said with a smile: "In the past few days, the weather is really hot enough. Chu Shi'an raised his eyebrows slightly: "It's just that you are afraid of the heat, and it was the same when you were in the police academy, and you can sweat when you turn on the air conditioner." "Haha, do you think everyone is the same as you, born with air conditioning, no matter how hot the day is, the body is cold and cold, but it is the same as your temperament." Kong Yi laughed, raised his head and took a big sip of water, and then looked at Chu Shi'an with a smile.

An Shijin, who was standing behind Chu Shi'an and leaning against the wall, listened to the conversation between the two, a light flashed in his eyes, coughed lightly, attracting the attention of the two, and then teased his hair charmingly, lazily reached out to hold Chu Shi'an's arm, and looked at Kong Yi with a smile: "Officer Kong, since you are so busy, then you should go and help your colleagues, we will divide into two ways, and I will go with An to find some other clues." ”

Kong Yi was stunned for a moment, and his eyes fell on An Shijin's arm holding Chu Shi'an: "Uh, yes." I... I'll go to the conference room to continue to deal with the group of doctors, Xiao Chu, you and Miss An go to check other clues, and remember to keep in touch if there is any situation. Chu Shi'an nodded, tilted his head and glanced at An Shijin, who was leaning against him with a charming face: "Well, senior, go get busy." ”

Looking at Kong Yi's figure of leaving in a hurry, An Shijin snorted softly, let go of the hand holding Chu Shi'an, and raised his chin slightly: "It seems that you have a good relationship with Officer Kong, he even knows that you are cold." The smiling tone was full of vinegar. The corners of Chu Shi'an's lips rose slightly, his hands were in his pockets calmly, and he walked forward slowly: "Let's go, let's go to the archives for a walk." Seeing that Chu Shi'an didn't pay attention to her question, An Shijin's face froze, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet to follow Chu Shi'an's footsteps.

In the dusty archive room, Chu Shi'an and An Shijin were looking through some selected materials with serious faces. An Shijin sat at the table, turned the last page of a thick book, and then raised his eyes to look at Chu Shi'an, who was also flipping through the information on the other side, then lowered his head and took a deep breath to close the information, and said: "In the past two years in the hospital, a total of 75 critically ill patients have died due to heart problems. Chu Shi'an nodded slightly without raising his head: "Some of them are normal deaths, and sick and weak people are indeed prone to die of heart failure." ”

"Actually, maybe someone killed someone in a passion, or some small collision, or some other reason. Why do you insist that the murderer killed more than Mr. Tang, and that he wants to come to the archives to check the information of other patients. An Shijin looked at Chu Shi'an with some doubts, and waited for her answer with a serious expression.

Chu Shi'an threw aside the information he had turned over, raised his hand and pressed his temple: "According to our inference, the murderer of Mr. Tang is proficient in a certain degree of medical skills, a person who claims to be a doctor who often visits Mr. Tang when no one is around, and a person who cuts adult food into child-sized pieces. An Shijin took over and asked with some doubts: "Why did he do this, taking good care of Mr. Tang, but brutally killing him." ”

Chu Shi'an squinted slightly, and his deep eyes flickered brightly in the somewhat dim small house: "This exposes a special habit of the murderer, he meets Mr. Tang's needs, helps him prepare food, chats with him about his condition, and comforts him." Not out of pity, but out of longing for his dependence. This habit, in turn, reflects a special killer. He singled out sick and weak victims. He believed that those victims were destined to die, that he would be attracted to people who had only a few months left to live, and that his hunting ground was the hospital, why, because there was an infinite supply of victims who had little time to live. ”

Hearing this, An Shijin frowned slightly: "If your inference is correct, then there is more than one murderer who used the hospital as a hunting ground, and there is more than one person who died at his hands." Or to put it another way, Mr. Donald was one of his many prey, and perhaps other victims. "That's right, so that's why we're here." Chu Shi'an smiled lightly, her delicate and delicate face instantly exuded a charming and confident brilliance in the somewhat dim small house, and she looked at An Shijin with clear and burning eyes: "We must find out this murderer as soon as possible." An Shijin's eyes softened, she looked at Chu Shi'an's expression of obsession and appreciation, and Chu Shi'an, who was caught in thinking and her own inference, had a particularly attractive light, and it was this kind of light that made An Shijin want to stop the person in front of her.

In the archives, Chu Shi'an and An Shijin went through all the medical records of the deceased in the hospital, as well as all the records of the use of epinephrine. Put some useful information on the table and start slowly checking them one by one. Chu Shi'an placed a piece of paper full of patients' names and information in front of him: "Among the 75 victims, one of them may have some of them, like Mr. Tang, who was killed by the same person. But without a specific list of victims, I can't deduce his pattern, and without a pattern, I can't make a list of suspects. ”

An Shijin got up and sat down beside Chu Shi'an, looked at the piece of paper and said, "Then let's leave the potential victims alone, let's start with the murder weapon." Adrenaline is hard to get, and even if the murderer gets the source of medicine because of allergies, he can only get a small dose. Chu Shi'an took over the conversation and frowned slightly: "He stole it from the hospital pharmacy, I have checked the records, and the pharmacy report said that the hospital had lost adrenaline twice, and both times it was not during the period when these people died." An Shijin nodded, touched his chin with his hand, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "What about the ambulance, there is spare adrenaline in the ambulance, and it is usually unlocked, maybe we should check the work records of the ambulance." ”

"According to the work records, the ambulance did lose adrenaline on February 17 last year. March 5th. March 19...."An Shijin held a book of materials, while reporting the date, Chu Shi'an took the piece of paper filled with the patient's name and the time of death, corresponding to the date reported by An Shijin, and circled them in red one by one.

After about a few minutes, An Shijin finally finished checking the timeline of the loss of adrenaline, and Chu Shi'an also stopped what she was doing, she frowned and looked at the paper in her hand: "Every date you report can correspond to the date of death of some of these more than seventy deceased." An Shijin breathed a sigh of relief, and she closed the information in her hand: "If you are right, then the person killed by the murderer, plus Mr. Tang, there are a total of 8 people." ”

The two were silent for a long time, An Shijin looked at Chu Shi'an's side face with a frown and pursed his lips, and said softly: "Adrenaline is different from other types of anesthetics, no one wants to resell it, so no one pays attention to it after losing so many doses." "If we find the victim, we find the pattern, and now, we're going to start looking for the suspect." Chu Shi'an closed his eyes and took a deep breath, clasped his fingers on the table and tapped lightly, then turned his head and looked at An Shijin with clear and deep eyes: "Are you ready, let's find out this murderer together." An Shijin smiled lightly and raised his eyebrows: "Well, the working time begins." ”