A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

Hearing this, Bao Jinghan almost jumped up from the chair.

He snatched the folder with his hands.

Bao Jinghan held the back of the document with one hand, and squeezed the hard envelope with the other, her fingertips trembled without leaving any traces, and she opened the envelope.

What caught my eye was a color photo with a dark background, but I could vaguely recognize the location in the photo from the iconic buildings in the background.

As for that character, only a side face remained.

A side face that resembles her but has masculine traits...

Take the photo.

Bao Jinghan took a deep breath to stabilize his mood.

Then, she quickly flipped through the pages under the photo.

It was densely printed with small letters, and the content was not the biographical information she expected, but a question-and-answer format that recorded the entire process of the man's interactions with the person being questioned.

Bao Jinghan read back patiently.

After three or four pages, I suddenly discovered that the content behind this had changed.

"This……"

Opening his mouth, Bao Jinghan didn't know what to say, so he could only continue to look through the documents in his hand.

Until she reversed the last page.

Bo Junchen's voice came from above his head, and his hand directly covered the document page, and he tapped lightly with his fingertips.

"This is the pharmacist's autopsy report. It should have been sealed as a top-secret document, but the forensic doctor who handled this matter was Nuan Xia. She re-wrote this thing from memory. I planned to give it to you in the morning. But it was delayed by other things, and she had to work overtime at night and couldn't come back, so let me leave it to you."

After a pause, Bo Junchen raised his hand pressing on the document page, and turned the document back to the first page.

Pointing at the man in the photo, he continued: "You have also read the autopsy report. There is no evidence 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 still felt that the pharmacist who died on the operating table was not a bad luck, but an accidental death. But there was no evidence, guessing was useless, and the autopsy was over, so he had to ask the pharmacist's family to do it for him. It's a funeral. And the man you see now appeared at the funeral!"

He raised his head and looked at Bao Junchen.

His gaze paused for a moment, then Bao Jinghan looked down at the photo again, and unconsciously reached out to touch his face.

"It looks like it!"

She felt that looking at him like this was like looking at herself in a mirror.

That feeling is so weird!

"It is very similar. It is because of the similarity that something went wrong. On the day of the funeral, this 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 behind. A CD and a diary were given to him."

"..."

Bao Jinghan stared at the photo silently, slowly closed his eyes, and kept arranging all the clues in his mind.

Overhead, Bo Junchen's voice concealed a sense of helplessness, and continued to pity: "Our people went to the pharmacist's house after the funeral and asked his son if he knew what the pharmacist wanted to tell you. It was at this time that we found out that the things left by the pharmacist had already entered the hands of this man... You also read the record of the inquiry, the family of the pharmacist did not know what was recorded in the CD and diary. So -"

"So, the clue is broken again! Unless we find this man!"