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This page contains a memoir novel written by one of Hooper's patients. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoAll references to "dogs" in his novel were searched by the chariot and marked in bright yellow. Some of the contents state that Dr. Hooper had a pet dog named 'Duke Duke', a dog that was very spiritual and all three of Hooper's children loved it.

Pierre added a "Duke" to the search term, and soon the results came out again. The source is a close friend of Marianne's, who mentioned in a personal letter that the "Duke" had died of old age, and that Henry had given his wife an identical breed of puppy on their tenth wedding anniversary, which the couple named "Marquis".

Pierre dot opens a link on the web page.

That's a photo.

"I'll send you a picture!" said Pierre.

Zhou Jia immediately walked back to the living room, sat down in front of the computer, and opened the attachment of the new email.

A somewhat yellowed black-and-white photograph came to light. Wearing a white sun hat and a casual suit, Henry sits sideways on the backyard stairs of his Washington residence, teasing the puppy with his right hand and holding a glove in his left hand.

Wearing a white sun hat and a casual suit, Henry is pictured sitting sideways on the backyard stairs of his Washington home, his left hand holding a glove while his right hand teasing a light-colored stuffed puppy.

"That's it!" Zhou Jia looked at the screen, "It's this puppy!"

In the same year that Henry gave her the "Marquis", Marianne was introduced to photography, and she was fascinated and immersed in it, and opened a darkroom in the house. She has a notepad that records the details of each photograph in great detail: in addition to the time of shooting, the weather, the environmental conditions, the aperture, speed and sensitivity of the camera, but also the working condition of the darkroom, the proportion of the fixer, the temperature at the time of processing, etc.

"The photograph was taken by Marianne on May 6, 1883, and in this personal letter she says, 'She liked this work so much that she made it the first page of her portfolio.' Pierre added.

"Her husband burned down the darkroom and almost all the photographs and personal letters she took, and Marianne didn't have much to work for," Hatti said. ”

Zhou Jia thought for a while: "Did his husband object to her hobby? ”

Initially, he had no objections. It wasn't until her work was widely welcomed and admired and approached by a publishing house that Marianne began to seriously consider the possibility of turning the hobby into her profession, which was strongly opposed by her husband, who did not like his wife to be in public and did not allow her to publish the photographs. ”

Yes, in a private salon, she can be visible, but she can't face the whole world. Zhou Jia thinks about this woman's talent, but she can't display her talent because of her identity, it's really a pity.

"The private letter also said that her photos had not been completely destroyed, and that she had secretly published some of them, using men's names, and submitting them anonymously," Pierre said. However, the letter did not mention what her name was. ”

Zhou Jia asked Harti: "I remember you said that the potassium cyanide she used to take poison is one of the potions used in the darkroom. ”

Hatti nodded and said, "That's what it says." ”

Zhou Jia said to Pierre on the phone: "Since she is dispensing the medicine herself, then she must use the same batch of potions......"

Before Zhou Jia finished speaking, Pierre already understood what she meant, and hurriedly said: "As long as you look up a specific potion, you can also search for 'anonymous works'." It's no problem, it might take a little time, I think, I should find a few buddies to help!"

As he spoke, he had already emailed the details of the photo to a few friends. Of course, they are all the world's top hackers. Some people will help to obtain chemical analyses of Marianne's photographs, others will search for photographs from known published albums of the same period, and others will search and compare photographs on the websites of major auction houses, museums, and private collections...... In short, there is a division of labor.

Pierre knew what Zhou Jia meant - dogs, photos, these seemingly unrelated things, maybe they could help find the truth, whether it was Sherlock Holmes or scientists, they would not let go of any clues.

Hatti saw Zhou Jia at work for the first time, she looked focused and quick-witted, although she was right next to her, she had a feeling that she was not in the same world as her. He suddenly remembered the words of the old slave beside him, "The master must be careful of this woman." ”

Zhou Jia's phone rang with the sound of "Dididi!" interrupted the thoughts of the three people.

Pierre looked at it and said, "The two blueprints overlap, I'll send them to you!"

After waiting for a while, Zhou Jia opened the new email and clicked on the picture.

The image is displayed. It's a two-layer drawing stacked on top of each other, with Pierre making it transparent.

"I did a holographic projection, projected it with your machine, zoomed in!" said Pierre.

Zhou Jia chose to turn on the foreign projection equipment, and the light was emitted from several perforations of the computer, and the image began to appear, gradually becoming clear.

Hattie and Zhou Jia walked to the middle of the living room, and the two looked at it together.

The image is translucent, with two layers.

The main entrance to the Haye Adams Hotel is Northwest 16th Street, and across the street is the President's Chapel. The Adams' temporary home was located on adjacent H Street, south of what is now the hotel, and in the best position opposite Lafayette Square and the White House.

He pointed to the row on the top floor and said, "This is our room." ”

Look at the map down there.

The opposite location was the temporary residence used by the Addams couple before the mansion was built. The original plan was to tear down the old house and convert it into a garden square and fountain at the entrance.

Next, Zhou Jia raised his hands to push away, and the design drawings were really enlarged, and the corresponding drawings of the lower layer also became larger.

She clicked on the location of the bedroom and looked at it accordingly.

In the same location, the old house has three floors: the first floor is a utility storeroom, the second floor is a guest room, and the third floor was originally a reading room, which was later converted into Marianne's private room.

Zhou Jia walked along the side of the figure, and on the west side of their bedroom was the bathroom—the "darkroom" from Marianne's private room to the west attic.

"Oops...... It seems that there must be something wrong with this darkroom, or why would his husband destroy it?, and the photographs and letters...... "Pierre, a natural skeptic, threw out his own speculation, "could it be that she didn't commit suicide at all, but was murdered?"

Hattie frowned: "Murder?"

Zhou Jia shook his head at him, meaning to ignore Pierre.

But Pierre on the other end of the phone couldn't stop: "Let's talk about the day she died, there are too many things that don't make sense." ”

Ha asked, "Are you saying that on the day she died, she still had an appointment with someone?"

"Ha, His Royal Highness the Prince has also noticed? yes, how can a person who is about to meet someone commit suicide?"

Zhou Jia also remembered. When Henry went out, he met a woman who said that she had an appointment with his wife. Because he hadn't heard his wife mention the appointment, he went upstairs and found her body.

Pierre adds: "It's almost like a plot in a detective novel, isn't it? ”

Hatty nodded, which was indeed very suspicious. How could a man who was about to commit suicide ask a guest to visit? If you think about what Pierre said, in 1885, when everyone wore a high hat and held a staff of civilization, one cannot help but think of Conan Doyle's late nineteenth-century detective Sherlock Holmes. I don't know why, he also suddenly became interested in solving this matter, so he said, "He found the body first, helped her to the sofa, and in doing so, he also destroyed the first scene!"

"Uh-huh. He's a highly educated man, can't he tell that the vial is poisonous, and doesn't he know that it's best not to move the body?" Pierre dug up some details about Marianne's death from all over the Internet, "She died on December 6th, and three days later, Henry gathered several family members, his brother Charles Adams, Clover's brother Edward, her sister Allen, and her husband Fami for a brief funeral at the residence. The official funeral was held only five days after her death, and it is said that it was postponed because of bad weather. It's really strange, these are not common sense, Adams had already purchased the family cemetery at Stony Brook Cemetery, and the cemetery was not too far from the city, why didn't he send the body to the cemetery as soon as possible? And just a few weeks after the funeral......, he destroyed her darkroom?

Zhou Jia knew that in the end, it would definitely come down to Pierre's favorite conspiracy theory.

The rest of the discussion is going on with you and me. They are constantly analysing and exchanging opinions on any trivial details that are questionable. Pierre's favorite talk about "motives for killing" is to analyze who will gain the most if Marianne dies. Of course, this benefit does not necessarily refer to the "monetary aspect", they start with family members, then friends, to dissenting opinions or political opinions, or potential enemies they may encounter, people who are offended for no reason...... A few hours passed in a flash.

After a knock at the door, the old servant led the maids into the house, and Hatti realized that so much had passed. The maids, all of them looking terrified, hurriedly began to serve Hattie with basins of water and cleaning liquid.

Hatti deliberately cleared his throat twice.

Zhou Jiacai raised his head and saw the old servant in the white robe staring at him.

I sighed in my heart, I haven't converted to your religion, so why do I have to "clean my hands" at some point. Thinking about it again, forget it, it's more convenient to save some face for His Royal Highness the Prince.

Zhou Jia stood up, put down the information in her hand, and a maid with a basin of water immediately came to her. As she washed, she observed, and it was obvious that her basin was one size smaller than Hatty's golden basin.

After drying his hands, Zhou Jia sat back on the carpet, and a lot of materials were spread out around him, which were brought by the hotel manager. The computer and cell phone sit in the single sofa chair where Hattie was sitting when she proposed.

The phone was still connected, but Pierre didn't speak.

Before leaving, the old man muttered a few more words of Arabic to Hatti.

When Hatti heard the last sentence, the expression on his face was cloudy.

After the servants had left, the three of them returned to where they had left off. If nothing else, more massive search tasks were handed over to Pierre and his supercomputer "chariot".

The last few questions are locked:

First of all, it should be traced in-depth from the point that Mrs. "Shamrock" learned photography.

Zhou Jia wanted to know if there were any other clues hidden in her photographs? Hatti offered to help, saying that as long as he was within his ability, he would send someone to help collect some of the photographs of Mrs. "Shamrock" that were circulating on the market.

The second question is: why did she make all the medicine she used to wash her photos?

Zhou Jia guessed that in that darkroom, there must be a cabinet for storing highly toxic drugs. So who else but herself could possibly get the key to this cabinet?

The third point is to trace Clover's family medical history, as well as the doctor's death diagnosis.

There was no autopsy on the corpse, and there was no modern examination technique in that era. Pierre said don't forget, "Her body is still buried in the ground, should we learn from Sherlock Holmes and become grave robbers?"

Hearing this, Zhou Jia and Hattie were silent for a while.

By the time everything was said and done, it was nearly evening. Zhou Jia looked out the window, the afterglow of the sun was about to dissipate. The greenery of Lafayette Square is shrouded in an orange glow.

Zhou Jia didn't feel tired at all, because this amount of work was a piece of cake for her and Pierre.

Hatti said he was going to leave for a while, and he would have dinner prepared and brought to the room.

Zhou Jia always felt a little weird, but he couldn't say it.

As soon as Hattie left, Zhou Jia said into the phone, "What did that old man say just now?"

"What old man?" said Pierre, who seemed to unscrew a bottle of carbonated soda, and when the lid opened, it made a "hiss" sound.

"Don't tell me that you didn't record that conversation, and don't tell me that your tank doesn't have an Arabic translation system. ”

Pierre's throat and eyes erupted with a loud hiccup, deliberately exaggerating the reaction of carbon dioxide.

Zhou Jia is also accustomed to deliberately behaving a very vulgar Pierre, which he himself calls "Rigoletto style". She didn't continue to urge Pierre, but waited a moment to hear him tap on the keyboard a few times. (To be continued.) )