Hearing this, Bo Jinghan almost jumped up from his chair.
He grabbed the folder with his hands.
Bo Jinghan held the back of the document with one hand and picked up the hard envelope with the other. His fingertips trembled without leaving any trace, and he saw her open the envelope.
What caught my eye was a color photo. The background was a little dark, but I could vaguely recognize the location in the photo from the iconic buildings in the background.
As for that character, only a profile remains.
A profile that looks similar to hers, but has masculine qualities...
Take the photo.
Bo Jinghan took a deep breath to steady his mind.
Then, she quickly flipped through the pages under the photo.
It was densely printed in small regular script, and the content was not the biographical information she expected, but a question-and-answer format that recorded the entire interaction between the man and the person being questioned.
Bo Jinghan patiently read back.
After three or four pages, I suddenly realized that the content at the end had changed.
"this……"
Opening his mouth, Bo Jinghan didn't know what to say and could only continue to look through the documents in his hand.
Until she turned to the last page.
Bo Junchen's voice came from above his head, and his hand directly covered the document page and tapped lightly with his fingertips.
"This is the pharmacist's autopsy report. It was originally supposed to be sealed as a top-secret document, but the forensic doctor who handled the matter was Nuan Xia. She wrote a new copy of it based on her memory. I planned to give it to you in the morning.
But she was delayed because of other things. She had to work overtime at night and couldn't come back, so I left it to you."
After a pause, Bo Junchen raised his hand that was pressing on the document page and turned the document back to the home page.
Pointing to the man in the photo, he continued: "You have also read the autopsy report. There is no sign of poisoning, nor is it murder. At most, it can only show that this man unfortunately stood outside the success rate of the operation. But Nuan Xia
Ren Ran felt that the pharmacist who died on the operating table was not an unlucky man, but died unexpectedly. But there was no evidence, and it was useless to rely on speculation. The autopsy was over, and he could only ask the pharmacist's family to do it for him.
The funeral is over. And the man you see now appeared at the funeral!"
He raised his head and looked at Bo Junchen.
His gaze paused for a moment, and Bo Jinghan lowered his head to look at the photo again, unconsciously reaching out to touch his face.
"It's so similar!"
She felt that looking at him like this was like looking in a mirror.
That feeling is so weird!
"It's very similar. That's why the mistake was made. On the day of the funeral, the man met the pharmacist's family alone. His son mistakenly thought that he was the person the pharmacist was looking for, so he left the pharmacist's
A CD and a diary were handed over to him."
"..."
Bo Jinghan stared at the photo silently, slowly closing his eyes and arranging all the clues in his mind.
Above the head, Bo Junchen's voice concealed a sense of helplessness and continued pity: "Our people went to the pharmacist's house after the funeral and asked his son if he knew what story the pharmacist wanted to tell you. That's exactly what happened.
It was at this time that we realized that the things left by the pharmacist had been in the hands of this man... You have also seen the records of the inquiry. The pharmacist's family members don't know what was recorded in the CD and diary. So.
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"So, the clue is broken again! Unless we find this man!"
