An hour later, in an apartment.

"..." Ying tied the buttons of her coat, packed it up, picked up the bulging briefcase beside her, and looked at Shinichi Fujimura who was staring at her with a pure smile. "Then, Shinichi, will I bring these information back first?"

"Well, there is no problem!" Shinichi Fujimura hurriedly turned his eyes to Ying's face and nodded with a smile on his face. "Oh, by the way, remember to send the original back after copying!"

"No problem." Ying said this, bowing to Shinichi Fujimura without the button above, then turned around and walked towards the door, leaving Shinichi Fujimura who looked at her figure with unscrupulous eyes behind her. "Teacher, I'll leave first, goodbye!"

"Okay, come and sit there when you have time!" When she opened the apartment door and stepped out, the sound of Shinichi Fujimura reluctance came from behind.

"Dong!" With the sound of closing the door, Ying, who ended this information collection, immediately put away all the smiles on her face and took out her cell phone from her pocket.

[After getting all the information, I also got a batch of original records at that time and rushed back immediately] - This text message was sent to Fujihara

[Original? That guy gave you all the original scientific research?]——Fujihara

[A guy who is not wary of anything, he will be very excited if he gives some sweetness] - Firefly

【Come back as soon as possible, we need your information here】——Fujihara

After seeing the text message, Firefly smiled genuinely, put away his cell phone, and took a brisk pace and left "~~~"

...

"I'm back!" Ying held the file bag in her arms with her arms folded and walked into the workshop. "Does anyone take out these documents to analyze?"

"I'm finally back, I'm waiting for you files." Fujiwara walked over. After seeing Ying holding the files on her chest and looking at him with a subtle gaze, she immediately skillfully reached into the gap between the file bag and Ying's body. After a ravine friction, she hooked the file bag out of Ying's arms. "That guy, didn't fool you with fake files, right?"

"In principle, it is definitely possible, but can't we check these things with the boss?" After completing the interaction with Fujiwara, Firewashi immediately became serious. "Have you discovered anything on your side? Didn't you just ask me about the ice crack..."

"But the relevant information still needs to be checked." Fujiwara placed the cowhide bag on the workbench next to it and picked up a brand new pair of gloves. "That guy said, the ice slit might have been very deep in the past, right?"

"Yes, he said that the island was at the critical point before the temperature rose rapidly, so it still had a very large-scale ice layer. But in the past 20 years, it seemed that a very large-scale warming effect had occurred, and the ice layer there had also melted quite severely."

"I knew it was like this. The diagrams in the book and the local environment described in the paper published by Shinichi Fujimura about the distribution of corpses of the Franklin Expedition team discovered 20 years ago are simply nothing to do with the island now." Qianyu looked at the sketch in his hand and said to Fujiwara who was searching for information. "Brother, have you found it?"

"Well, I found the duty log," Fujiwara quickly found a list. "Well... on the day of disappearance, the person who worked near the ice crack was... Yoshiko Kamada, that young girl."

...

In the afternoon, a certain izakaya

"Well, this is probably the distribution of our time," said Yoshiko Kamada, who was already in middle age, after briefly drawing a sketch based on her own notes. "How about it, are you still satisfied with this description?"

"Well, then, the area where the ice slit where Henry Ito was discarded was located was you doing the search there, right? Are you alone?" Fujiwara nodded, and asked as he recorded.

"No, strictly speaking, it's not that way," Yoshiko Kamada shook her head. "I was supposed to be on duty there at that time, but when I was going there, Mr. Morito - who was Mr. Ito's assistant - said that it was dangerous there and told me not to go there first."

"Can anyone prove it?" Fujiwara raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I didn't go to work there at that time, and I also have a certificate that can prove that I was indeed staying at the camp at that time," Kamada Yoshiko suddenly showed a rather unpredictable smile. "But, I still hope you can keep this confidential to the outside world."

"What certification?" Fujiwara looked at Yoshiko Kamada, as if she noticed that the other party expressed this in such a tone, which seemed to mean that she was about to say something interesting.

"I was with our university intern, Gregoriask, and he could prove that I had absent." Yoshiko Kamada nodded.

"Gregory?" Fujiwara was surprised. "But according to old... Gregory's own records, he should have been sleeping at that time, right? During the time you were supposed to be on duty, his own records said that he was sleeping."

"Well, it's understandable. After all, if he doesn't write about himself sleeping, it will be troublesome." Yoshiko Kamada nodded seriously. "Anyway, all I can say is that I did stay with him at that time, and he was definitely not sleeping - of course, if I really want to say whether I was sleeping, I could be sleeping. Can you understand what I mean?"

"..." Fujiwara certainly understood what Kamada Yoshiko meant, and then began to continue recording with a very calm attitude.

...

Meanwhile, Gregory's office.

"Boss, are you here?" Ying pushed open the office door and found Gregory here. "Where is the promised to go to the outpatient clinic?"

"Well, this is my outpatient room. Considering that the patients are only crowded on the first floor now, I think it's impossible for me to be in a while, so I don't want to see the patient." Gregory looked at a book "Playboy" very leisurely, and didn't even look up at her. "What's wrong with me? Are you asking me for what happened?"

"Well... to be precise, I want to ask you to help you see something," Ying shook her head. "We had a remodeling wound with sharp instrument wounds at the front of the upper right femur of the deceased, about 2-3 years before death. As his student, are you informed of some deep bone-visible wounds he has suffered?"

"I'm a suspect. Is what I said meaningful?" Gregory glanced at Firefly and then turned his eyes back to the magazine.

"As long as you don't touch the remains, there is no big problem. The judgments you made are good as witness testimony, so what is the answer?" Ying didn't care about these rituals at all. In her heart, she never regarded the possibility that Gregorian was the murderer as an existence out of respect for the case, rather than really thinking that it was possible.

"That's what it said is his assistant. It was about 1972 that the teacher's assistant, Mr. Moritomo, injured him with a fishing gun in an accident."

"Accident?" Firefly captured the place to be investigated in Gregory's words. "Can it be sure it was an accident?"
Chapter completed!