University of California, San Diego, parking lot not far from the school gate.

Pulling the car door with Michelle and getting into the SUV, Roan took his mobile phone and asked:

"Who is the suspect?"

"Professor of Virology, University of California, San Diego, Lloyd Webster."

Mona on the other end of the line explained:

"Of the mechanical equipment experiment logs you sent back, this professor stands out the most.

Not only did he go in and out of those labs many times from 12 a.m. to 3 a.m., but every time he entered those labs, the lab's electricity consumption suddenly increased by a large margin. ”

Michelle thought for a moment and said:

"Either this Professor Lloyd Webster goes to the lab every night to steal electricity, or he uses large electrical equipment."

Luo An nodded and said:

"Centrifuges, for example, are indispensable for botulinum toxin, but they consume a lot of electricity.

Mona, where is this Lloyd Webster professor now? ”

"After the gas incident, Professor Lloyd Webster took a week off work on the grounds that he needed to recuperate from a chronic illness."

The keypad on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly, and Mona replied:

"He's probably at home right now, and the house is not far from UC San Diego, a 10-minute drive."

Roan hung up the phone, waited for Michelle to fasten his seatbelt, and immediately drove the SUV to the location Mona said.

In less than ten minutes, the SUV arrived at the target location.

To the surprise of Roan and Michelle, the house where Professor Lloyd Webster lived was very ordinary, the kind of ordinary house in a neighborhood building.

Walking into the elevator, Michelle glanced at the corner of the stairs not far away, some unknown objects that emitted a peculiar smell, her eyelids jumped, and said:

"Professor Lloyd Webster is a little short of money."

Luo An didn't speak, just held his breath.

The Federation is a free country, and where to go to the toilet is naturally the freedom of the people.

The elevator slowly opened on the designated floor, and the two stepped out of the elevator and walked directly to the house where Professor Lloyd Webster lived.

Standing on both sides of the door of the room, Luo An raised his hand and knocked on the door, and said in a loud voice:

"Hello, is this Mr. Lloyd Webster, here's your package!"

“……”

When the words fell, the hallway was extremely quiet, and no one in the room answered.

Knocking on the door a few more times, but still no one answered, Roan and Michelle looked at each other and nodded, then counted down to three, raised their feet and kicked the door violently.

Bang –

In Michelle's shocked gaze, the door was instantly kicked to the ground by Luo An's terrifying power, and she quickly raised her pistol and followed Luo An into the room, quickly checking the situation in each room.

"Safety!"

"Safety!"

This room is not big, and the bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom were quickly inspected by the two to determine that there was no problem, but the moment they walked into the study, the two frowned together.

The study of this house is not large, only a desk, a chair, a computer, some books and documents, and a pot of cacti on the windowsill.

Professor Lloyd Webster sat in his chair, his brain tilted back and his head upward, his eyes closed and his mouth wide open, a bloody hole in the center of his head, and a long splatter of blood on the wall behind his chair.

Professor Lloyd Webster's two hands hung down without strength, his left hand was naturally slightly bent, and a pistol was placed on the ground next to his right hand.

Bending over to inspect for a few seconds, Michelle's face was very ugly:

"Professor Lloyd Webster committed suicide?"

Luo An nodded expressionlessly, the situation on the scene was not complicated, Professor Lloyd Webster put the muzzle of the gun in his mouth, and then pulled the trigger to end his own life.

Luo An put on gloves and briefly flipped through the documents on the desk, but he didn't find anything like the imaginary last words, but he found that the computer had traces of someone having been moved, and his eyes moved slightly to continue to rummage, and Luo An quickly found some other clues.

After a few seconds of silence, Luo An took out his mobile phone to call the local FBI trace testing department, and said to Michelle at the same time:

"We're not the first people here, there are others on the scene who have been here."

When Michelle heard this, she instantly thought of something, and her face changed:

"You mean, Professor Lloyd Webster was forced to commit suicide with a gun?"

"I don't rule out this possibility, but the probability is not high."

Luo An pointed to the corpse in the study and explained:

"Judging by the marks around the hole in Professor Lloyd Webster's head and the clotting of blood, he died not long ago, and it should have occurred on the day the media reported the gas case.

But you look here. ”

Roan took Michelle to the door of the room where he kicked him to the ground, and said:

"The lock has signs of being picked from the outside, and if Professor Lloyd Webster was still alive when this person came, then there was no need for this person to pick the lock."

Michelle was silent for a few seconds and looked up at Roan:

"So, not long after Professor Lloyd Webster committed suicide, someone entered the house with a lockpick, and then that person also operated Professor Lloyd Webster's computer before leaving."

"That man also took things like Professor Lloyd Webster's last words before he committed suicide."

Roan said that there was a pen for writing in the right hand of the desk, and there was a blank space in the center of the desk, where it was clear that there were some items that had been placed before, but now they were gone.

"Damn it."

Michelle scolded in a low voice when she heard this, and then asked:

"What do we do next?"

"Take your computer and go back to Los Angeles."

After carefully surveying the scene, Roan can determine that there is a more than 90 percent chance that Professor Lloyd Webster is committing suicide.

But what was the reason for Professor Lloyd Webster's suicide, why did he secretly make poison gas, and why did he put that bottle of poison gas in the bank.

And who was the person who sneaked into the room, and what was written in the last words he took, these are the things that Luo An needs to investigate next.

After a brief exchange with the local FBI in San Diego, Michelle put away all the computers, books, and documents found at the scene of the crime, and Roan started the SUV and returned to Los Angeles.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Roan and Michelle successfully returned to the special investigation team, and when Mona saw the two, she immediately ate a piece of bread in three or two bites, and said loudly:

"Both, I've found out why Professor Lloyd Webster is short of money."

"What's going on?"

"The son of Professor Lloyd Webster, has brain cancer."

Mona said she had carefully examined Professor Lloyd Webster's financial situation and found that most of his money had been spent in a large hospital in Los Angeles for nearly a year.

Mona followed this clue and continued to investigate, and found that Professor Lloyd Webster had been paying for the treatment of a brain cancer patient in his thirties, and checked the identity of the brain cancer patient, and found that the man was Professor Lloyd Webster's own son.

At the beginning, Professor Lloyd Webster was divorced, and his son followed his wife, and later when his wife was in her thirties, she suffered a tumor in her head and died, but she did not expect that her son also inherited his mother's family disease.

After reading this information, Luo An nodded clearly, and Michelle suddenly realized:

"Professor Lloyd Webster secretly made botulinum toxin, presumably to sell it for money and then use the money to treat his son."

Mona nodded, and Luo An then handed her the computer found at the scene of the crime and asked:

"There are traces of someone touching this computer, can you find out the specifics?"

"Of course."

Mona took the computer and smiled, turned on the computer and said:

"As long as the physical plane is not destroyed, even if it is formatted, I can still check his browsing history before his death!"

“……”

Luo An's eyelids jumped when he heard this, and he planned to go back and ask the detectives in the trace laboratory downstairs if they would make that kind of laptop that could explode and burn.

(End of chapter)