[Comprehensive Anglo-American] A genius report on love

Chapter 4 The First Dead

"Actually..." On the other side of the phone, Reid suddenly fell silent for a long time, with a sentimental tone, "Mia, I dreamed about Maeve just now, so..."

Maeve's death made Rhett immersed in grief for a long time. For a long time, he even lost sleep all night because he was afraid of seeing Maeve in his dreams.

Bau's colleagues have made a lot of efforts to get Rhett out of this negative emotion. Only recently has he finally learned to let go and accept it.

Psychologists divide grief into five stages: denial, anger, confusion, negativity, and acceptance. Reid is now in a transition period between negativity and acceptance. He is willing to admit the fact that his lover has passed away, but he can't help it. I can't help but grieve over this.

Mia tried her best to put on a relaxed tone, "Hey, my handsome boy, actually you don't need to worry about dreaming about Maeve, you just miss her.

Missing someone is not so terrible, even when you wake up and realize that the original person has left you, you feel that the dream is just repeating and tearing your pain over and over again.Why not try to face it calmly?

In fact, even when you are awake, you still miss her, no matter you use work, reading, etc. to occupy your brain in any way, so that it has no time to take care of this kind of missing, but you should also understand that when you choose More work, more reading, more thinking at the same time because you realize that as soon as you stop, nostalgia will immediately take over.

Then completely let go of yourself, remember that person once, try to enjoy every meeting you have in your sleep, let her be your sweetest dream, and make up for all your regrets. "

"Mia, I understand what you said, I just..." Reid began to be a little confused, "When I opened my eyes, I found that no matter how beautiful the dream was, it was just a illusory bubble. The better the memory, The more I miss you, the more I feel uncomfortable, I..."

"Hush... My boy, take it easy." Mia's soft tone slowly began to sound like an elder, with the power to comfort people's hearts. In fact, in terms of age, Rhett seemed to be a few months older than her, but Facing this highly intelligent and slightly shy genius doctor, people will always treat him as a big boy, "Life and death is a course that each of us must go through. You will be sad because she is indeed an excellent doctor." , is worthy of your love and miss. Do you prefer to miss her, or expect to forget her?"

While Mia was unlocking Rhett, she had already found what she was looking for in many storage shelves. It was a notebook that looked old and was about to fall apart.

Its cover is cracked and mottled, and the original owner cannot be seen. The inside pages are also full of various stains, water stains, and tear marks, and various daily trivial matters that do not seem to have much meaning are recorded in a disorderly manner.

She opened the backpack she brought, wrapped it in a brand new vacuum bag, and kept it safe.

When I glanced at the items placed in another nearby grid, I suddenly had a new idea, "Red, dear. Now listen to me, go to bed and lie down, turn on the phone to speakerphone, and then turn it off. Eye."

"it is good."

Mia took out a page manuscript from the storage shelf that was so worn out that the handwriting was almost unreadable, and randomly pulled out a page in the middle, then she leaned directly against the storage shelf, sat cross-legged, and began to read aloud, "Just turn on your lamp, say hello to the best storytellers in the world and they'll show up for a chat. Your lamp is Aladdin's lamp for geniuses. These dead are the best Companions, it's easy to ignore the living..."

"Wait...that's..." Rhett interrupted Mia. He had engraved the content of this book in his mind long ago, and every word was so familiar, but Mia clearly read out A passage that is not in the publication.

It was a favorite book of both he and Maeve, from Conan Doyle's manuscript, "fjohnsmith" (John Smith's Confessions).

"Hush, my boy, now is the time to listen to the story, don't think about anything, just listen to me quietly." Mia lowered her voice, trying to imitate the ancient and rigorous English tone, and continued to read slowly, " I can imagine that if Australian and African scientists excavated and studied the place originally marked as London in AD 7000, the most confusing thing for them must be the natural gas pipeline. At that time..."

As expected, Rhett gradually fell asleep while Mia was reading softly and warmly. When the sound of even and steady breathing came from the other end of the phone, Mia stood up, rubbed her sore and stiff neck, and rewritten the manuscript. put it back.

She hung up the phone and seemed to see seven or eight missed calls, all of which were from her good friend Chris.

There is still an unread message, [Mia, where are you?Please answer my call quickly! 】

It was almost 4 o'clock in the morning, what happened to her urgently?

Mia called back, and the phone rang less than three times, and Chris's panic-stricken cry came from inside, "Mia, Joyce is dead!"

"Chris, don't panic. Where are you now?" Mia has long been accustomed to the news of death based on her years of work experience. With Chrissy.

"I...I'm at home, Joyce, he... woo woo woo..." Chris couldn't help but burst into tears within a few words.

"Okay, I see. Calm down, have you called the police?" In such an emergency, the first thing Chris thought of was to call herself, not in the hospital. Mia could more or less guess something.

"The police are . . . at the . . . home."

Mia couldn't help frowning. She looked down at her current attire, as well as the ropes, flashlights and other items on her waist. She couldn't see people like this, because she was afraid that the police wouldn't know that she was a thief. ?And what I just got in my backpack...

"Chris, I'm not in the hotel right now, but I'll get to you as soon as possible."

Chris was also taken aback for a while, because not long after, she heard the occasional rustling of leaves in the breeze on the quiet street in the early morning, "Well, good."

Although she brought spare clothes to avoid being suspected when she went in and out of the hotel, Mia went back to put away all the equipment and so on before rushing to Chris's house.

The efficiency of the Scotland Yard police officers was also not satisfactory. When Mia arrived, Chris’s house had just been cordoned off, guarded by police officers in twos and threes, and forensic doctors and forensic evidence were busy coming in and out.

She lied about being the owner's sister, and finally sneaked in.

When Chris saw Mia, she hugged her tightly as if she had seen a savior, and the latter was almost strangled.

While patting Chris on the back to comfort her, she took the time to look at the grim-looking man lying on the opposite sofa.

His face was pale, his eyes were wide open, and there were some red wine stains on the corners of his open mouth. He covered his neck with one hand, and his whole body was in convulsions. It could be seen that he died in pain, but this pain It shouldn't have lasted long.

After the FBI had seen no less than a thousand corpses, Mia could even immediately determine some relatively simple causes of death at the crime scene without the need for a forensic report.

He died of acute poisoning.

As for what kind of chemicals...

"Honey, don't cry, please tell me what happened first?" Mia finally pulled Chris away from her body, and took a few tissues for her.

"Tonight, when I got home, I wanted to listen to you, go to bed early, and then talk to a lawyer tomorrow. Then Joyce came back, and he suddenly said that he wanted to talk to me about the divorce, so we sat down. He was about to chat on the sofa, but who knew he...suddenly screamed and convulsed and fell on the sofa. I called the emergency number, and when the ambulance came, they said that Joyce was hopeless, and then they called Called the police. They...they said Joyce was...poisoned, and I was scared...I...I had no idea what happened."

"How long has it been since Joyce came home until he collapsed? Besides wine, what else have you eaten?" Mia could clearly feel the unfriendly eyes of the police officers around her, if it was just an accident It makes no sense that only Joyce was poisoned and Chris was sitting here peacefully.

"About... less than half an hour, we... only drank red wine."

At this time, the forensic witness was taking the test tube to collect the unfinished red wine in the wine glass on the table and the wine bottle, and then she saw a capsule that had melted about 2/3, from the front of Joyce. Take it out of the wine glass.

An even worse premonition came to Mia's mind. She stood up and stopped a forensic doctor, "Can I ask, what kind of poison did he suffer from?"

Mia really wanted to check the corpse for herself now, but it was a pity that this was London, England, not the United States, and she was not an FBI agent in this place.

"Based on the analysis of the residue in his mouth, it was initially identified as sudden death caused by cyanide. However, the specific cause and composition will not be determined until after the autopsy."

Cyanide|chemical|substance...

This deadly poison can be said to be a lightning-style death, which means that it has basically ruled out that Joyce ate food containing poisonous ingredients outside.

That glass of red wine, and that suspicious capsule.

There is no third person in this room other than Chris. If the police detectives investigate the fact that the deceased is cheating on her and Chris is getting a divorce, it will be...

At this time, the forensic doctor seemed to have completed the examination, and was about to order his subordinates to put the corpse in a bag and carry it to the car, when the police detective on the side also stepped forward and said, "Ms. Chris Langdon, we have the right to believe that you and This case is related, now please go to the police station with us to cooperate with the investigation."

"No, I don't..." Even though Chris was in a state of disorientation, she still understood the meaning of the police officers' words, and she held Mia's hand tightly.

Mia couldn't help being embarrassed. She wanted to excuse Chris, but after all, she didn't have this position, and being at the scene of the incident, it was understandable that she would be listed as one of the suspects.

"Don't waste time, this lady is not a murderer."

At the gate, a tall, thin man in a gray-black woolen trench coat walked in like no one else, with a cold and arrogant tone.