After some twists and turns, Han Yiren finally saw West's corpse, the body that had just been pulled out of the freezer was condensed with a layer of hoarfrost, Han Yiren frowned as soon as he took a look, because the corpse had been cleaned very carefully, and the smooth body was unusually clean, except for some bruises on the body that were obviously caused by a fall and the shriveled blood pit on the back of the head, there was no clue. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Han Yiren looked around and finally even turned the entire corpse over and found no useful information, he now had to admire the professionalism of the British corpse team, which was able to tidy up the corpse so cleanly, he asked helplessly: "Jasmine, do you have a photo of West's grooming before tidying up?" ”

"Yes, this morgue is full of people who died in accidents and those involved in the case, so there will be a professional autopsy before grooming, and there should be files in the central computer of the hospital, and I will help you retrieve them now."

Jasmine pushed West's body back into the freezer and led Han Yiren to a deserted office at the entrance of the morgue: "This office has a computer connected to the hospital's local area network, and you can find the information you want here." (There is foreshadowing~)

Han Yiren sat on the side and watched Jasmine concentrate on tinkering with the computer, and after a while, a detailed information appeared on the computer screen.

Andrew West, male, 27 years old, was found on the tracks of Batterchy Railway Station, the cause of death was a heavy blow to the back of the head, and from the distribution of bruises on his body and the extent of damage to the back of his head, he is suspected to have fallen off the rails and died.

The deceased's clothing has been tested, in addition to his own fingerprints, there are also the fingerprints of his wife and his wife's brother, and the deceased's relics include a wallet and a mobile phone, all of which are found to be unusual.

In addition to the autopsy report, there are many photos taken in real time at the scene of the death, as well as photos before and during the autopsy.

The autopsy report is very detailed and there is no problem, but no matter how Han Yiren looks at those photos, he feels that something is wrong, and there seems to be something wrong, but he can't say what is wrong.

After some fundraising, after Jasmine's consent, Han Yiren took a picture of all the information with his mobile phone, and after expressing his heartfelt thanks to Jasmine, Han Yiren left Butz Hospital directly and rushed to West's house non-stop, he needed to meet the person who theoretically had the last contact with West, his wife.

West lives in South London, a mixed area of industry, commerce and residence, while Hon Yiren's current Butts Hospital is in North London, a bit far away from each other.

After Han Yiren got out of the car, there was a very typical British-style house in front of him, neither luxurious nor chic, a very ordinary house, Han Yiren stepped forward and knocked on the door, and he didn't wait long for there to be a response inside.

"Who are you looking for? Can I help you? ”

Han Yiren took out the document given by Sherlock again and gestured to the cat's eye, "Hello, Mrs. Andrew, there is something I want to talk to you about your husband's case. ”

After saying that, soon the door opened: "Come in." ”

Mrs. Andrew, a woman in her twenties, with typical British blonde hair and a gentle appearance, poured Han Yiren a glass of water and sat silently on the sofa opposite.

"Mrs. Andrew, please mourn, I deeply regret the death of your husband." Han Yiren did not go directly to the topic, but first greeted to reduce Mrs. Andrew's psychological rejection of the question.

However, it was obvious that this behavior did not get the effect that Han Yiren wanted, and it was more appropriate to see Mrs. Andrew's indifference or indifference, and said: "You don't have to be polite, just ask directly if you have anything you want to ask." ”

"Mrs. Andrew, you should also be aware of your husband's actual work, your husband was involved in the latest program of the Department of Defense before his death, and he had a backup of the project materials, but this backup disappeared after your husband's death, so we have reason to believe that your husband is suspected of reselling state secrets."

Since the previous method did not work, this time Han Yiren took a fierce drug, first psychologically oppressed Mrs. Andrew, made her feel confrontational, and made her think of all the details to prove her husband's innocence.

Sure enough, Mrs. Andrew changed her previous indifferent attitude and began to argue vigorously: "He won't, he certainly won't!" ”

Han Yiren took a sip of water and retorted indifferently: "The world is unpredictable. ”

Mrs. Andrew seemed to be enraged, and her voice went up directly: "My husband is not a traitor, you are a bloody squirt!" ”

Seeing that the effect she wanted had been achieved, Han Yiren softened her attitude in a timely manner, making her subconsciously think that she would believe in her people.

"I'm sorry, but you know ......"

This time, Han Yiren's words were interrupted before he finished speaking.

"That's what his bosses think, right?"

Han Yiren was silent for a while: "A young man who has just gotten married has a lot of debts, and he may be ...... financially."

Again, his words were interrupted: "Who is not in debt now?" Besides, my husband can't betray the country in order to pay off his debts! ”

Seeing Mrs. Andrew's expression, Han Yiren knew that this topic could not be continued, otherwise he would be very likely to be kicked out after this point, so he quickly changed the topic and began to get to the point.

"Can you tell me, then, what really happened that night?"

As soon as the topic changed, Mrs. Andrew subconsciously thought that Han Yiren had succumbed to the question of whether his husband had betrayed the country, and her expression eased a lot, and she said slowly: "Neither of us went out that night, so we stayed in this room.

The two of us watched a movie here, and he used to fall asleep every time he watched a movie, but this time he didn't, and he stayed awake and didn't say a word. Speaking of this, Mrs. Andrew couldn't help but sob, and Han Yiren took out a tissue from the table and handed it over.

"Thank you." Mrs. Andrew thanked her, wiped away her tears, and continued: "He suddenly got up and went to the window to take a look, and said that he was going out to meet someone. ”

"Do you know who he's going to see?" Han Yiren asked with a frown.

Mrs. Andrew shook her head with tears in her eyes, and a trace of regret flashed in Han Yiren's eyes, and she wrote her number on a tissue and said, "Since that's the case, I'll leave first, and if you want something, call this number." ”

"Okay." Mrs. Andrew nodded, put away the tissue, and got up to send Han Yiren out.

The two had just walked out of the door before they had time to say goodbye, and a man wearing a bicycle racing suit pushing a high-speed bicycle came and intervened between the two, directly ignoring Han Yiren and Mrs. Andrew's greetings.