The scene of death was the chairman's bedroom, but at this time, it was more like an intensive care unit, with small oxygen generators, ventilators, ECG monitors and other equipment.

The chairman was lying on the bed, with obvious rigor mortis, obvious body spots on the lower side of his body, and the time of death was more than twelve hours.

At this time, it was more than eight o'clock in the evening.

Jian Jing bent down and carefully examined the chairman's body, and asked: "When was the body found? Was the scene moved? Has anyone performed an autopsy?"

Jiang Baiyan said: "The ECG monitor sounded an alarm at around three in the morning. Everyone came to the scene, and everyone was panicking at the time, so..." He scratched his face and said, "Whether to perform an autopsy or not has not been discussed yet."

Jian Jing was puzzled: "How can we know the cause of death without an autopsy?"

"Maybe they're afraid that the test will reveal something." He said slowly, "Family disgrace should not be made public. It would be best if everyone believed it was a natural death and divided the money and was done with it."

Jian Jing glanced at him and asked, "What about you?"

Jiang Baiyan leaned against the wall with the back of his head pressed against it, like a bad student who was punished to stand for taking a nap: "I don't care."

She raised her eyebrows.

"It's all about money," he said, "No one cares about the truth."

"If that's the case, you shouldn't have asked me to investigate." Jian Jing said, "I'm not interested in money, the truth is what I want."

"I haven't finished yet." Jiang Baiyan lowered his head and said with a smile, "From now on, what you want is what I want."

He tilted his head, his remaining eyes lightly fell on the stiff and cold body, and his tone rose: "How satisfying, they have bullied me for so long, and I can finally make them unhappy."

Jian Jing looked at him and smiled.

"Teacher Jingjing--" He dragged out his tone.

"Okay, I will pretend not to know your true thoughts." She made a gesture to seal her mouth, "Let's get back to the point, does the chairman have a private doctor?"

Jiang Baiyan nodded.

"What did he say?"

Jiang Baiyan thought for a moment and said, "He was very cautious. He only said that given the chairman's condition, he would have died in a day or two. It wouldn't be

surprising if he died earlier or later." Jian Jing nodded, "This is indeed a strange thing. He is already on his deathbed. It's not strange for him to die at any time. Why do you have a dispute?"

"The will." Jiang Baiyan made a face, "Last night, he said he wanted to change his will."

Jian Jing: "..."

He said, "Although in theory, no one except Lawyer Cai knows what is written in the final will. But if someone wants to send the chairman to his death early, it must be a matter of will."

"Has the will been published now?"

Jiang Baiyan shook his head: "Lawyer Cai said that only when everyone has no doubts about his death can it be published and executed."

Jian Jing: "Tsk."

This case is interesting.

"In short, everyone now suspects that the chairman was murdered because some people don't want him to change his will, but no one knows who the last will is against, and no one recognizes it." Jiang Baiyan found it interesting, "Is it like opening a blind box?"

Jian Jing was amused by him: "Like buying stocks."

If you don't investigate, you're afraid that the last will will be against you, but if you investigate, it may not be in your favor.

It's completely a gamble, you may make a profit or a loss.

"Actually, there is only one answer." Jian Jing shook her head and said firmly, "Someone must want to take a gamble. This is human nature."

Jiang Baiyan nodded, but said, "My second brother said it better than this - 'If we don't investigate, some people will definitely be dissatisfied after the will is announced. It's better to find out directly

.'" "That's the truth. Schrödinger's cat still has to open the box to get the only answer." Jian Jing lifted the arm of the corpse, looked at it for a while and said, "Is the doctor here? I want to talk to him."

"Yes."

The chairman's doctor's surname is Tao, male, 42 years old, with obvious baldness.

Jian Jing borrowed the small dining room of the villa, closed the doors and windows, and talked to him alone: ​​"My surname is Jian, and I was entrusted by someone to investigate the cause of death of Mr. Jiang Guangze."

Doctor Tao smiled bitterly: "Ms. Jian, just ask whatever you want to ask."

Jian Jing was not sure whether he was someone named Jiang, so she asked cautiously: "Tell me about Mr. Jiang's condition first."

"Chairman Jiang has stomach cancer. He had chemotherapy before, but it relapsed this year and has already metastasized to a large area. In fact, it happened in the past two days." Doctor Tao replied.

"Has he been conscious these two days?"

"More so."

"What medicine is he taking?"

"Ms. Jian, at this point, no medicine is useful. The main thing is to relieve the patient's pain."

"There is an indwelling needle in his arm." Jian Jing pointed out the test results. "What medicine?"

Doctor Tao said tactfully: "Gastric cancer has caused interstitial pneumonia. The patient has had great difficulty breathing these two days. In order to relieve this situation, I prescribed morphine for him."

Jian Jing pondered: "What is the dosage..."

"10 mg." Doctor Tao said, "Ms. Jian, I have been working in the oncology department for more than ten years. I hope you can trust my treatment level."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to question your medication." Jian Jing said, "It's just that Mr. Jiang has no obvious injuries on his body, nor obvious signs of poisoning. If it's an unnatural death, I have to consider the possibility of opium poisoning."

Doctor Tao said vigilantly: "Miss Jian, I left here at eight o'clock last night, and was not called until five o'clock this morning."

"Where are the drugs?" she asked.

Doctor Tao hesitated.

After a long time, he said: "The nurse will give him an injection tonight."

"Have you checked the amount of drugs?"

Doctor Tao licked his lips, slightly adjusted his sitting posture, and vaguely revealed uneasiness: "It's like this, according to the nurse, the surveillance camera called the police last night, which scared everyone. People came in and out of the bedroom, and some medicine bottles... were broken."

Jian Jing smiled: "Including morphine?"

Doctor Tao nodded.

“What is the approximate amount of loss?”

Doctor Tao calmed down again: "This is easy to calculate. Morphine hydrochloride injection is a prescription drug. I only have one box of injection left, 10 tubes in a box, 1 ml each, 10 mg. I used one tube that day, and the nurse also used one tube before he went to bed. There are two intact tubes left, and the loss is 60 mg."

Jian Jing nodded. The lethal dose of morphine is 200-500 mg, which is far below the standard. But 60 mg of morphine can cause acute poisoning in adults, not to mention the chairman who is terminally ill.

Especially... "As far as I know, morphine may cause respiratory depression." She said.

"Yes, but the probability is very low and it is easy to relieve. I also prepared naloxone. If the patient has similar problems, it is also easy to solve."

Jian Jing understood.

"Do the family members know that the patient is injecting morphine?"

"Of course, only when the family members know and agree to it can it be used."

Very good, it is a routine. Everyone is suspected and no one can be excluded.

"Which nurse stayed to take care of the chairman last night?"

"Nurse Yu."

"I want to talk to her."

Nurse Yu is forty years old, with a decent appearance. She has worked as a nurse in a public hospital for more than ten years. Later, she resigned and specialized in one-on-one care for rich people.

She spoke in a very organized way: "I have been living in the second bedroom of the patient's suite for the past two days. I would check on any movement. At 3:20 last night, the monitoring device suddenly sounded an alarm, and I immediately rushed to his room. His heart had already stopped beating, so I immediately performed CPR and defibrillation on him. After 15 minutes of rescue, he still couldn't be saved."

"Do you think this situation is within the normal range?"

She paused for a moment, choosing her words carefully: "Given the patient's condition, it would not be strange for him to die at any time."

As someone who is used to writing, Jian Jing is very sensitive to the choice of words. She stared into her eyes and asked: "It's not strange, but it's not normal either, right?"

"How should I put it?" Nurse Yu frowned in embarrassment. "Every patient's condition is different, and rapid deterioration is also common. I really can't tell you 'yes' or 'no'."

"Then let me change the question." She said, "Please tell me in detail what happened last night."

Nurse Yu's brows relaxed slightly and she fell into memories.

"Yesterday afternoon, I gave the patient an injection. He slept for a while and felt much better. After dinner, he chatted with Lawyer Cai for a while. At about ten o'clock, I gave the patient a second injection according to the doctor's instructions, and he fell asleep quickly. At half past ten, I returned to the room and fell asleep around eleven o'clock. At three twenty, I was awakened by the alarm."

"What time did you meet with Lawyer Cai?"

"Around seven o'clock, I don't know the exact time."

"Did anyone else meet him later?"

"Yes, in fact--" Nurse Yu paused subtly, "It seems that everyone has been here."

Jian Jing: "It seems?"

Nurse Yu: "I didn't stay in the room all the time. What they wanted to talk about was more personal. I don't think it's appropriate for me to stay."

Jian Jing drew a "?" on the notebook, and did not ask for details for the time being. Instead, she asked: "Has anyone entered the room after 11 o'clock?"

Nurse Yu frowned, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes were full of confusion: "I... am not sure."

"Just tell me what you remember." Jian Jing said.

"I was confused at the time. I might have been dreaming or heard it wrongly."

Jian Jing repeatedly assured her that this was just a casual chat, not a police statement, and she did not need to be responsible.

Nurse Yu then stammered, "I heard the door open, and after a while, something touched it. At that time, I thought that the chairman might have turned over, and then there was no other movement. I didn't take it seriously at the time. After all, the patient was wearing a monitoring device. If the heart stopped beating, there would be an alarm immediately."

"Do you remember anything else?"

She shook her head.

"Then let's go here." Jian Jing closed the notebook, "Is Lawyer Cai still here? Please call him over. I have something to ask him."

Lawyer Cai did not leave, but his mouth was really tight.

Jian Jing asked, "What did you talk about with the chairman at seven o'clock last night?"

Lawyer Cai replied, "This is my client's privacy, I can't tell you."

Jian Jing asked again, "I heard that the chairman decided to modify his will last night?"

Lawyer Cai pushed his glasses and said cautiously, "This is not accurate. The chairman asked to discuss the will this morning. No one knows the specific content."

"You should understand." Jian Jing leaned forward and looked into his eyes. "If that were all, it wouldn't cause the current doubts. I think everyone suspects that the chairman's death is related to the change of the will."

Lawyer Cai was silent.

She said, "I want to know what's going on with the chairman's will?"

"Let me put it this way. I have served the Jiang family for many years. The chairman started to write a will more than ten years ago. His health has gradually deteriorated over the years, and he has paid more attention to his will. He has revised it many times, and the last will was finalized two months ago."

"Does anyone know about this last will?"

"Me and another witness, but I swear I have never mentioned the contents of the will to anyone," said Lawyer Cai.

"How did the chairman tell everyone about the will?"

Lawyer Cai said, "Three days ago, he announced two things to everyone: first, he made a will and appointed me as the executor; second, after his death, the will can only be made public and executed if all his children have no doubts about his death." "

Didn't he mention the content?"

"At least not on the surface."