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"If I remember correctly, sleeping pills should be prescription drugs, right?" Han Xiaodong looked at the photo and asked a question that didn't sound like it had anything to do with the case.

"Not entirely, but Zopiclon is definitely." K's answer confirmed Han Xiaodong's thoughts.

"Did Liam suffer from insomnia?" Looking at the blood-soaked slices on the table in the photo, Han Xiaodong continued to ask.

"According to the prescription of the attending physician, he does have the problem of insomnia, and the doctor prescribed him this zopiclone, which is no problem."

In terms of data, it is K's strength. Thanks to the development of the Internet, K can instantly call up the information Han Xiaodong wants anywhere.

Han Xiaodong continued to ask, "When was the last time a prescription was prescribed?"

"Four days before he died." Probably also guessing that Han Xiaodong might have a clue, K answered quickly and without nonsense.

Han Xiaodong asked: "How much?"

"Twelve tablets, the maximum amount prescribed."

"Then is his insomnia serious?" He continued flipping through the information in his hand.

"According to the medical records, combined with the number of times the medicine was prescribed before, it is indeed severe insomnia."

"That's strange." After several rounds of question and answer, Han Xiaodong spread the file on the table, pointed to the photo and said:

"There are five pills on the table. According to the autopsy report, Liam took at least seven pills. In other words, based on the existing evidence, Liam should have committed suicide on the day the medicine was prescribed. Prepare. Otherwise, if he really has severe insomnia symptoms, how do you explain the fact that he prescribed [-] pills and didn’t take one in four days, and he swallowed seven pills when he was waiting to commit suicide?”

Han Xiaodong's analysis made K speechless for a while. In terms of logical analysis and calculation ability, K must be stronger than Han Xiaodong.When it comes to reasoning and imagination, K is actually weak in this area, so he can only listen to Han Xiaodong's analysis.

"If you ask me to answer this question, the only explanation is that the medicine in the room is not his at all. The murderer knew that he had insomnia, so he increased the dose of sleeping pills and put the rest on the table Come on, and take his bottle away." K's explanation sounded reasonable, but Han Xiaodong shook his head.

In his opinion, the murderer would never make such a low-level mistake. If he really saw that there were sleeping pills in the room, he would definitely add and subtract according to the original number of pills.

The only explanation is that the murderer was in the room and did not find Liam's sleeping pills, and he just had a new bottle, so he could only throw the rest on the table, leading the police to make a suicide judgment.

"Now we need to figure out at least two things. First, where did Liam's sleeping pills go? This sleeping pill, twelve pills, should be exactly twelve days' worth. Excluding four days, the remaining eight pills Where did you go? Second, how did the murderer get this sleeping pill, you go and check the prescription list of the laboratory doctor, with luck, we will find the murderer soon."

Just as Han Xiaodong finished speaking, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Please come in." Han Xiaodong called to the door.

The door was pushed open, and Larson walked in with four sandwiches and two cups of coffee in hand.

"Come back so soon?" Han Xiaodong quickly stood up and asked Larson to sit down.

Larson sat on the sofa opposite the bed, put coffee and sandwiches on the coffee table one by one, and said a little embarrassedly:

"I was anxious to see the progress of the case, so I came over after ordering a few sandwiches, don't you mind?"

As Larson said, he pointed to the sandwich on the coffee table, which meant that he wanted to eat here.

Han Xiaodong quickly waved his hand: "It's okay, you can do whatever you want, I really admire your professionalism."

Hearing the praise, Larson's round face turned slightly red, then he picked up a sandwich and handed it to Han Xiaodong, saying:
"You can have one too. The sandwiches here are very delicious, and you can't eat them outside this laboratory."

Han Xiaodong looked at the sandwich, then at Larson's figure, smiled and waved his hand again: "I've eaten it, I'll try it tomorrow, a cup of coffee will do."

Hearing this, Larson quickly handed over a cup of hot coffee, and the two of them ended their greetings.

"Did you find anything?" Larson asked vaguely while eating a sandwich.

"One thing, it's not very important, and it hasn't been confirmed yet."

Han Xiaodong took a sip of coffee, looked at Larson, and found that he was eating the sandwich as usual, and was not affected by his words.

Is it really wrong?
Han Xiaodong thought silently, if this Mr. Larson is not the murderer, then he really admires this fat gentleman's professionalism—and his appetite.

Among other things, his attitude towards the case is much better than Eriksson.Although Eriksson was very professional, it was limited to security. Han Xiaodong felt that apart from expressing concern about the theft at the beginning, he actually had no enthusiasm for this murder case.

"I have something that I would like to ask you." Seeing that Larson had already picked up the fourth sandwich, Han Xiaodong asked his question in a timely manner.

"You ask." Larson seemed very frank when asked to ask questions. However, he might have been in a hurry to eat the sandwich just now. After he finished speaking, he picked up the coffee and drank it.

"When I mentioned the murderer just now, your reaction seemed to be a little flustered. Could it be that there are some clues you didn't say?" Han Xiaodong's tone was calm, but the question was very sharp.

Larson was drinking coffee, and when he heard this question, he spit out a mouthful of coffee.

This reaction was much more intense than in the afternoon, and Han Xiaodong was so frightened that he subconsciously backed away.

Larson hurriedly apologized for his rudeness, picked up a tissue and wiped the place stained by the coffee he spouted.

Han Xiaodong sighed inwardly, and K immediately asked, "What's wrong? Could it be that he's confirmed as the murderer?"

Han Xiaodong smiled wryly, and said silently in his heart: "On the contrary, he is not the murderer."

For this answer, K seemed a little puzzled: "He hasn't said anything yet, how do you know he's not the murderer? And his reaction is so big, shouldn't it be because he feels scared by himself?"

"Have you detected his signs?" Han Xiaodong asked back.

"Yes, very flustered, in line with the reaction of the secret in my heart being exposed." K immediately replied, apparently because of this, he identified the "murderer" instead.

"Maybe, but he is really not the murderer. The reason is very simple, because I have already discussed this issue with him in the afternoon. If he is really the murderer, he should have already made up his mind when he heard my question." Therefore, Larson's reaction should not be so big, but to make a reasonable explanation. But look at him now, he still looks like a secret was suddenly revealed. It is obviously unprepared In other words, he didn't care about what happened in the afternoon at all, so I said he couldn't be the murderer."

This analysis can be said to be very reasonable, but for K, it is still difficult to understand human feelings: "It's not a murderer, why is he in such a panic?"

Han Xiaodong smiled wryly again: "That's what I want to know too."