Hearing this, Bo Jinghan almost jumped up from his chair.

The splitter snatched the jiàn clip of that article.

Bo Jinghan held the back of Wen Jiàn with one hand, pinched the hard shell with the other, and her fingertips trembled without a trace, and she saw her turn the shell open.

What catches your eye is a color photograph with a somewhat dim background, but you can vaguely recognize the location in the photo from the landmark buildings in the background.

And that character, leaving only a side face.

A side face that resembles her, but has masculine qualities......

Holding a photo.

Bo Jinghan took a deep breath and stabilized his mind.

Then, she flipped through the pages pressed under the photograph.

The content was not the biographical information she expected, but in the form of a question and answer, recording the whole process of the man's interaction with the person being questioned.

Bo Jinghan patiently flipped back.

After three or four pages in a row, I suddenly found that the content had changed after that.

"This ......"

opened his mouth, Bo Jinghan didn't know what to say, so he could only continue to look at the text in his hand.

Until she turned to the end.

Bo Junchen's voice came from above his head, and his hand was directly covered on the page of the text, and he tapped lightly with his fingertips.

"This is the pharmacist's autopsy report, which should have been sealed as a top-secret document, but the forensic doctor who handled it was Nuan Xia. With the help of memory, she rewrote the thing. I was going to give it to you in the morning, but it was delayed because of other things, and she had to work overtime at night and couldn't come back, so I asked me to hand it over to you. ”

After a pause, Bo Junchen raised his hand pressed against the page and turned the text back to the first page.

Pointing to the man in the photo, he continued: "You have also read the autopsy report, there is no poisoning, and it is not murder, at most, it can only show that this person is unfortunately standing outside the success rate of the operation." But Nuan Xia still felt that the pharmacist who died on the operating table was not an unlucky ghost, but died of a fatality. But there is no evidence, it is useless to guess alone, and the autopsy is over, so he can only let the pharmacist's family do the funeral for him. And the man you see now showed up at the funeral! ”

Tilt your head and look at Bo Junchen.

After a slight pause in his gaze, Bo Jinghan looked down at the photo again, and unconsciously reached out to touch his face.

"What a look!"

She felt that looking at him like this was like she was looking in a mirror.

That feeling, it's weird!

"It's very similar. It's because it's very similar that something went wrong. On the day of the funeral, the man met with the pharmacist's family alone, and his son mistakenly thought that he was the person the pharmacist was looking for, so he handed him a CD and a diary left by the pharmacist. ”

“……”

Bo Jinghan stared at the photo silently, slowly closing his eyes, and constantly arranging all the clues in his mind.

Overhead, Bo Junchen's voice hid a helplessness, and continued to pity: "Our people went to the pharmacist's house after the funeral and asked his son if he knew what story the pharmacist was going to tell you. It was at this time that we learned that what the pharmacist had left behind had reached this man's hands...... You have also read the records of the inquiry, and the pharmacist's family does not know what is recorded in the CD and diary. So—"

"So, the clue is broken again! Unless we find this man! ”