How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

This is a photo.

It is placed under the glass of the desk.

In fact, the older generation in Longguo still has this habit.

In order to protect the table top, people often put a piece of glass on the table and put all the memorable or important things inside.

It seems that the same was true of Dr. Wright who lived in the early 20th century.

But this photo...

Zhang Lianhai turned his head and looked at Dr. Wright again, and felt more and more that the other party's eyes were fixed on him.

Could it be that the murderer is in this photo?

He quickly lifted the glass gently, took out the photo inside, and looked at it in his hand.

Matthew, who was standing by, also came over and couldn't help but take a breath.

"Oh my god! Lian Haier, this is actually a color photo!"

"kindness?"

Zhang Lianhai was somewhat puzzled and asked subconsciously, "What about color photos?"

Matthew saw that he had finally found a place to use his skills, and he felt like showing off.

"Ha! Of course it's different, brother."

"You have to understand, this was the early 20th century, 1910!"

"After pinhole imaging was discovered and studied, it was not until 1825 that the Frenchman Niepce produced the world's first photograph [A Child Leading a Horse]!"

"Note that it was only a production, because the camera had not yet been invented at that time. Niepce used the image projected by sunlight to paint on the photosensitive material to leave this photo."

"It was not until 1839 that Frenchman Daguerre invented the world's first camera."

"It's just that this camera is extremely bulky, and it takes more than 30 minutes to take a photo, leaving a blurry image."

"Later, technology continued to improve, and in 1888, film specifically for taking photos appeared. Photography gradually became popular around the world."

"In 1900, Kodak introduced the Brownie, a lightweight camera, and photography finally entered every household."

"But at this time, all photos are still in black and white! Because people can't break through the technical limitations and make photos have color."

"Although some people have suggested that mixing various pigments in proportion and applying them to black and white photos can also initially achieve the appearance of color photos."

"But this method is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and requires extremely high craftsmanship, so it was soon eliminated."

"It was not until 1903 that the Lumière brothers in France creatively proposed to use the three primary colors, that is, starch granules of red, green and yellow, and full-color emulsion to develop film, and finally obtain color photos, that is, Autochrome color photography!"

"In 1907, the Lumière brothers successfully applied for a patent and announced this technology, which amazed the whole world."

"From then on, black and white photos finally had color! And people could finally preserve the beauty of the past, while also leaving a significant mark on physics..."

"so what?"

Zhang Lianhai listened to Matthew's nonsense for a long time and couldn't help asking.

"So what does the color photo in my hand have to do with it? Is it just a method used by the dog author to describe the scenery?"

"Forehead……"

Matthew was choked and couldn't say a word. He realized that apart from adding a few hundred words, it really didn't matter.

He could only smile awkwardly and said, "But it's only 1910 now. The color photography technology released in 1907 has been introduced to this hospital so quickly. What does that mean..."

"Does this mean that Dr. Wright likes photography very much? And is he always pursuing the latest photography technology?"

"Should we call him... dear Mr. Light?"

Zhang Lianhai's eyes lit up, then dimmed.

Hemp egg!

It seems that it doesn’t matter whether the photos in my hand are color or black and white.

The only difference is that it is more convenient for us to observe.

He glanced at Matthew and stopped talking nonsense, looking at the photo in his hand seriously.

But this photo should be a group photo, a group photo of all the staff of Kaslinska Hospital.

There were more than thirty people standing densely there, including doctors, nurses, and several serious men in tuxedos.

Judging from the positions where those men in tuxedos were standing, they might be shareholders of Kaslinska Hospital, also known as the bosses behind the scenes.

Next to the boss stood an old man in a white coat, probably Robert, the current director of this private hospital.

That's the man who just called.

Although all of this is speculation, there is no way around it. What can be seen from just one photo?

Looking to the side, there were doctors and nurses from the hospital standing there.

Zhang Lianhai carefully looked at everyone's face and couldn't help feeling strange.

Because he didn't see Dr. Wright's face!

You know, both he and Matthew were very familiar with Dr. Wright's appearance.

After all, the victim was still lying on the bed behind him, dying with his eyes open.

But in this photo...

Soon, the confusion was solved.

But in the lower left corner of the photo, someone wrote a line of small words with a pen.

[Group photo at Kaslinska Hospital, taken in the spring of 1909…]

【Photographer: Wright Alfonso】

The doubts were cleared.

How could Dr. Wright be in this photo, because he was the one who took the photo.

This discovery also confirms what Zhang Lianhai just said.

Dr. Wright is indeed a photography enthusiast, and he should have been responsible for the photography work of Kaslinska Hospital.

only……

The photos are still there, but the person is gone.

After Zhang Lianhai observed a half-second silence for poor Dr. Wright, he looked at the photo over and over again, but couldn't see anything special about it.

If anything...

There are some signs of wear and tear in a certain position in the middle of the photo, probably due to improper preservation, making it difficult to see the faces of one or two hospital staff members.

What's the meaning.

In other words, in this group photo taken at Kaslinska Hospital, the faces of two people cannot be seen clearly. We can only vaguely tell that they are a man and a woman, standing side by side.

Apart from this, there are no other clues.

"hiss……"

Zhang Lianhai was confused for a moment and turned to look at Dr. Wright.

"Brother, you were staring at this photo until you died. Why?"

"Could it be that your murderer is in this photo? But who is he?"

"..."

After all, Zhang Lianhai is not a professional detective, let alone an investigator, and he was in a dilemma for a moment as he held the photo.

The clue seems to have been found, but it seems to be of no use.

What we know so far is...

The surgeon, Dr. Wright, died in his own lounge.

After his head was removed, the murderer also inserted a scalpel into his chest, right above his heart.

However, before he died, Dr. Wright left a clue and stared at the photo under the table.

The photo was taken in the spring of 1909, before the decline of Kaslinska Hospital.

A few months later, Dr. Granvin failed in surgery, causing his wife to die on the operating table. Dr. Granvin then committed suicide out of guilt.

Since then, Kaslinska Hospital has achieved the honorary title of 100% mortality rate in surgery and has never recovered.

And we also came here late on a rainy night, trying to help Kaslinska Hospital restore its reputation and investigate the cause of Dr. Wright's death?

Can……

Who the hell knows who the murderer is?

The more Zhang Lianhai thought about it, the more annoyed and confused he became. He could only put the photo on the table and start looking for other things.

He wanted to find some more clues to try to find out the cause of the doctor's death.

After all, time is limited.

If you really can't find it, you can only give up and eventually find a way to complete the main task.

"Five minutes, at most another five minutes of time will be wasted..."

He muttered to himself and couldn't help but speed up his search.

pity.

He searched the entire room, including the medical records on the table, the medical books on the bookshelf, and the cabinet where Dr. Wright's head had just been stored, but found no other clues.

Just when Zhang Lianhai wanted to give up completely...

Matthew, who had been standing by, suddenly started looking at the photo carefully.

"Brother Xiu, stop looking! Let's pack up and go!"

Zhang Lianhai sighed, glanced at Dr. Wright again, and prepared to leave the room.

Even though the window was open, the strong smell of blood lingered for a long time and still made him feel nauseous.

Unexpectedly, Matthew's next words shocked him.

"Hiss...Lian Haier!"

"Don't you think it's weird?"

"I looked all over the photo, but I couldn't find Nurse Betty!"