Half a month ago, Wan Baojie arrived at the Lin family villa.
After reading the chat records, Shi Jin went to Wan Baojie's room.
Compared to Cheng's son's spacious room, Wan Baojie's room is much smaller.
When Shi Jin came over, no one had been to Wan Baojie's room yet.
Yu Ci looked around, sat down on the table at the door, crossed his arms, and watched Shi Jin search for evidence with interest: "I say--"
Shi Jin turned over the pillow and found a glass bottle of potion under the pillow that was the same as the one in Cheng's son's room: "Drink it twice and it's dog-brand poison", but the glass bottle in Cheng's son's room was still full, while Wan Baojie's was empty.
"roommate--"
Shi Jin walked to the bed again and opened the cabinet beside the bed.
There was a wooden box in the cabinet, which was locked with a four-digit password.
Shi Jin thought for a moment and entered Mrs. Cheng’s birthday: 0910.
The box opened, revealing a stack of stationery inside.
"Shi Jin——"
Shi Jin sat down in the room and looked through the contents of the letter.
A shadow suddenly fell on the white letter paper. A familiar breath came from in front of him, surrounding him invasively.
Shi Jin stopped what he was doing and didn't look up.
The shadow on the letter paper disappeared, and the man in front of him squatted down.
"Shi Jin, are you angry with me?"
It was a gentle voice mixed with a little bit of depression.
Shi Jin's eyelashes moved, he raised his eyelids, and his eyebrows moved slightly.
The man's sharp eyebrows were hidden by the black hair on his forehead, lacking his usual terrifying sharpness.
The peach blossom eyes that used to be bright and charming were now slightly drooping, with the dark eyelashes draped under the eyes. Combined with the posture of the man squatting in front of him, he looked like a big black dog that was neglected and aggrieved by its owner.
The light amber eyes moved, and Shi Jin loosened the letter paper in his hand. The stuffy feeling that had been blocking his chest suddenly dissipated.
He pursed his lips and looked away: "No."
He really wasn't angry because he had no reason to be angry.
But why was he feeling so depressed just now?
Shi Jin was in a trance for a short moment, and soon, he pursed his lips, split the letter in his hand in half, and stuffed it into Yu Ci's arms: "Help me read it together."
There is a lot of sentimental content on the letter, but the useful information can only be summed up in one sentence:
When Mrs. Cheng was alive, she had been supporting Wan Baojie's studies. Until half a year ago, Mrs. Cheng passed away and Wan Baojie graduated, and the correspondence between the two ceased.
"This should be what Wan Baojie meant by repaying a favor in the chat log." Shi Jin put the letter back into the box: "We still need to find out why Wan Baojie suddenly came to the Lin family villa half a month ago."
"OK."
Shi Jin put the box back on the bedside. When he stood up, his eyes inadvertently drifted to a place. He paused and said, "Maybe there is no need to look for it."
On a low bookcase that was half the height of the wall, a plastic-wrapped newspaper cutting lay quietly on top of the cabinet. The large black headline circled in red marker on the newspaper was particularly eye-catching - the wife of the Lin Group was still dead, and the wealthy Lin had a tryst with his beautiful woman late at night.
Below is a photo of the wealthy Lin and a beautiful woman in red hugging each other as they walk into the Lin family villa.
I guess no one would enter a cleaning room at will on ordinary days, so the cleaning staff's things are placed rather randomly.
Doctor Zhao, who had just walked in, also saw the newspaper clipping. She reached out and picked it up, exclaiming, "It contains the cause of Mrs. Lin's death."
Shi Jin walked to her side: "What?"
Doctor Zhao handed him the newspaper clipping and summarized it briefly: "The newspaper clipping said that Mrs. Lin accidentally fell off a cliff and died while traveling with the rich man Lin half a year ago."
"Falling off a cliff." Shi Jin stroked the edge of the newspaper clipping twice, his eyes lowered: "This reminds me of the wife-killing case in Country T that happened two years ago."
Doctor Zhao had never heard of this case: "What wife-killing case? Please tell me in detail."
Shi Jin handed the clipping to Yu Ci beside him and turned to search at the other end of the room.
"Hey?" Doctor Zhao looked up, his eyes wandering around Shi Jin's back blankly, and he looked at Yu Ci in confusion: "What does Lawyer Shi mean by this?"
Yu Ci raised his eyebrows, weighed the newspaper clippings in his hand, and raised the corners of his lips: "It's meaningless."
His roommate meant for him to explain to Dr. Zhao.
Did he trust him so much that he was sure he would know that?
But...
Yu Ci glanced at Dr. Zhao who was standing there in a daze, and spoke in a good mood: "The husband pushed his wife off a cliff under the pretext of going on a trip, and used this to defraud a high amount of insurance premiums. However, his wife did not die, and the matter was exposed."
"Ah?" Doctor Zhao widened his eyes in surprise: "Then——"
Doctor Zhao blinked, looked at the tall figure walking towards Shi Jin in front of him, and closed his mouth silently.
She stood there, looked around, scratched her head, and suddenly had the illusion that she was a large light bulb.
"Well." She hesitated for a moment and said, "How about you two search here and I'll go to other rooms to check."
As expected, no one responded.
Doctor Zhao blinked twice, looked at the two figures in front of him that were almost sticking together, and wisely chose to turn around and leave.
There was slightly more information in Wan Baojie's room than in Cheng's son's. In addition to the empty poison bottle and the letter paper and newspaper clippings that had just been found, Shi Jin also found a bag of porcelain fragments tightly wrapped in a plastic bag in the toilet tank.
He lifted the bag from the tank and untied the ropes that bound it to the surface, exposing the debris inside.
The moment the bag was opened, Shi Jin turned his head and looked at Yu Ci.
This is......
The plain side of the fragment was densely printed with small black characters.
Yu Ci randomly picked out a few pieces and put them together. The moment he saw the contents on the pieces, he raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "This amount of information is a bit too much."
Shi Jin pursed her lips and found a box to put the porcelain pieces together.
The clues in Wan Baojie's room have basically been collected, so Yu Ci turned his head and asked: "Whose room are we going to next?"
Shi Jin thought for a moment and said, "Let's go back to the study first. I haven't checked the cabinets in the study yet."
Although the clothes on the deceased were soaked with blood, it could be seen from the pattern and direction that the deceased was wearing the skirt that he saw stuck in the cabinet door in the study yesterday afternoon.
If the murderer did not change the deceased's clothes after his death, it would mean that the deceased had been hiding in the closet when he was talking to Mr. Lin yesterday afternoon.
A piece of light blue cloth that Shi Jin found deep in the closet confirmed his idea.
He lowered his head to check inside the cabinet and found half a footprint in the corner.
“So, when I was talking to Mr. Lin yesterday afternoon, the deceased was already in the cabinet.”
After confirming that there were no other clues in the cabinet, Shi Jin closed the cabinet door and looked up at Yu Ci: "So, does Rich Lin know about this?"
Without waiting for Yu Ci to answer, Shi Jin's eyebrows moved slightly and he made a conclusion: "He knows."
When noticing that his eyes were fixed on the cabinet, Mr. Lin, who had been concentrating on looking at the documents, suddenly spoke and diverted his gaze. Now that he thought about it, it might have been to cover up the person in the cabinet.
The person in the closet is Yang Anan, the illegitimate daughter of wealthy Lin.
What is the reason why Yang Anan, as the daughter of wealthy Lin, cannot appear in the Lin family villa openly, but has to hide and conceal herself to meet wealthy Lin?
If it was because the illegitimate daughter was not presentable, then when there was already a third party in the Lin family villa, Yu's wife...
Shi Jin glanced at Yu Ci and pursed his lips slightly.
After the comparison, Yang Anan's identity as an illegitimate daughter does not seem so unbearable.
so......
He stood there and thought for a while, then went to Dr. Zhao's room.
Doctor Zhao's room was very clean, with white walls, white bed sheets, white desk and stool. Basically everything within sight was white.
On the right hand side of the door is a shelf with a medicine box and some simple medicines on it.
Shi Jin took a rough look and found that they were medicines for treating common diseases among middle-aged and elderly people, as well as some trauma medicines. It was worth noting that several bottles of trauma medicines and painkillers were already half empty.
Not far from the shelf is a desk, on which stands a white porcelain bowl with half a bowl of sugar water in it. Next to it is an turned-on computer with a photo of Dr. Zhao on the desktop.
Shi Jin tapped the keyboard and also required a password to unlock it.
Shi Jin tried to enter Dr. Zhao's birthday and graduation date, but it showed that the password was incorrect.
He frowned slightly, having no idea what to do.
"Let me do it."
A deep voice came from above his head, an arm stretched out from the right side of his body, and a hot body pressed against his back.
Shi Jin's body stiffened. He pursed his lips and looked at Yu Ci with a dim gaze as he skillfully input a string of numbers into the computer with one hand.
The password is correct.
"Okay." Yu Ci curled his lips and threw away the mouse: "Just watch it."
Shi Jin did not move. He lowered his eyelids, and the faint purple blood vessels on his eyes pierced through his thin eyelids like slender vines. "Is this also mentioned in the script?"
"No." Yu Ci threw the work permit he had just taken from Dr. Zhao's pocket back on the table. Hearing this, he touched his nose and felt a little embarrassed: "That crappy script only has a few sentences of summary. After reading it, I only know the murderer. There is nothing else written."
He pointed to the work ID card he had just dropped: "I saw a work ID card in Dr. Zhao's pocket, and thought it might be useful, so I took it."
Sure enough, the password to unlock the computer was the code on the work ID.
However, the crew's setup should not be that difficult. I believe that in addition to the work ID, there should be other information in the room with Dr. Zhao's work ID code written on it.
Seeing that Shi Jin was unmoved, Yu Ci took action himself: “Come on, let’s watch together.”
Shi Jin raised his eyes, his gaze passed over the man's sharp profile and fell on the computer screen.
There is a work record in Dr. Zhao’s computer.
According to records, she came to the Lin family villa a year ago to serve as the personal family doctor of the wealthy Lin.
At first, everything was normal in the records. Doctor Zhao was a meticulous person. Every time he examined Lin Fuhao, he would record Lin Fuhao's physical indicators and medication information in the work report.
But since half a year ago, the style of this work record has changed.
Doctor Zhao no longer recorded Mr. Lin's physical condition in detail, but simply mentioned it briefly.
Instead, medication information has become increasingly detailed, but the intervals between drug purchases have become shorter and shorter, and the drugs purchased have also changed from mainly antihypertensive drugs to mainly trauma drugs and analgesics.
Yu Ci looked at the date of the change in the work record thoughtfully: "Half a year ago..."
"The date when the work record style was changed..." Shi Jin opened the notebook he carried with him to a page and paused for a moment: "It was half a month after Mrs. Cheng was confirmed dead."