After bypassing the wall surrounded by the cordon, Jiang Qiu squinted at the crowd in front of him, examining the flow of people rushing toward the queue.
Not only was he calm and expressionless, but his expression was as sluggish as ever, like a stationary robot sorting out human observation reports, wondering what he was thinking about.
Although Liang An, who had just walked out from the backstage, was a step behind, he still found the place with ease and came to the place where the man who had been sent to the hospital for emergency treatment was originally sitting.
There is still a small number of spectators in the distance crowded in the corner of the lobby due to limited queuing space, but most of the people are still looking here - of course, everyone has been carried away, so it is impossible to see what is going on. of.
"Fortunately, I'm here. Otherwise, if Guang Luyao handles all emergencies alone, I'm afraid I will be reprimanded by some good person for more than half a year for this matter." Looking at the currently vacant scene, Liang An clicked his tongue. He said, "I just didn't expect that after so much effort wasted backstage, the problem would be in the audience."
"But this gentleman did not die immediately." Jiang Qiu was obviously more concerned about this point, "In other words, the prediction failed."
"This is not big news. After all, it is said that the half-baked Liming imitator has so much information from the task force that we can't even count it. Although we really should be considered as doing nothing..." Liang An scratched his head, Very optimistic, "But since the person can arrive at the hospital alive, he should be able to be rescued?"
Jiang Qiu raised his eyes and said, "Liang An, I hope you are not a crow's mouth." The last three words were spelled out in a round tone, like a mechanical operation of "start reading aloud" after checking and confirming the annotations in the dictionary.
"Hey, you actually learn such words very quickly. But you can describe others. These three words are never used to describe me. My mouth has always been very safe." Liang An laughed.
"Officer Lu said it was cyanide poisoning because she smelled the smell of almonds." Jiang Qiu lowered her eyes and looked at the water glass on the ground. "The newcomers here have a pretty good nose. The trend of the smell doesn't seem to be obvious. It's true that they can match it. Very powerful."
Liang Anle said: "When symptoms of poisoning occur, the first thing that comes to mind is potassium cyanide and its almond smell. This is the first instinct that modern detective novel lovers must have, regardless of whether they are professional or not."
He didn't explain any more, squatted down and looked at the water glass.
Potassium cyanide is mostly ingested by mouth, and the theater itself does not recommend that people bring their own food and drink. It is true that no one would eat late-night snacks or dinner in such a "gentle" place. In other words, the water glass under the person's feet is the most likely source of the poison.
It was a transparent plastic water bottle with a white cap and a transparent cup underneath, containing an orange transparent liquid. The theater stipulates that in addition to buying water from vending machines, you can only bring transparent water bottles. This is extremely normal.
After all, opera actors all have fans, and some of them are irrational. In the past few years, there were occasionally sensational news about actors being sprayed with sulfuric acid. At the same time, this kind of gathering of people also requires more safeguards.
Just requiring a transparent container to ensure that drinking liquids are clearly visible is already a very loose requirement. Obviously the victim was also aware of this rule. After all, the cup did not seem to have any burrs around the cup caused by friction caused by ordinary plastic after being used for a long time. It should not be commonly used - of course, it does not rule out that it happened to be a newly purchased cup that had not been used for a long time. possible.
Liang An touched the cup body with gloves. The liquid inside was still a little warm. When it was drunk just now, it should be in a stomach-warming temperature range.
"The water boiling machine in this theater is at the door of the toilet. There are two boiling water faucets and two cold water faucets." Liang An looked down from above. "Most likely, he filled the water during the intermission, but why did he Instead of placing it in the ready-made water cup slot, put it on the ground?"
Jiang Qiu also squatted down, his attention was elsewhere, and he pointed to the bottom of the water bottle.
"It's wet in here."
Indeed, the water glass was placed on the ground, and there was a circle of wet marks at the bottom of the glass. The theater floor is made of pure solid wood and does not absorb water, and the area where the lights were turned on just now did not have time to allow such a small amount of water to evaporate.
Before Liang An could react, he saw Jiang Qiu taking out a prop from somewhere and taking a sample from the water stain.
His hand speed is extremely fast, and he is worthy of being a medical student who was once invited by instructors from other departments to do experiments because of his clean and neat operations in experimental classes.
"It will be done later, and the concentration of the solution cannot be analyzed." Jiang Qiu explained.
"...The forensic officers will come over later and I'll ask them to give you an evidence bag for sampling." Liang An smacked his lips, "Have you been waiting for this moment for a long time?"
Jiang Qiu was noncommittal. Captain Liang, who had been thinking for so long that he could no longer exploit other people's labor force since he had taken advantage of him, also began to wonder whether not letting him work would be the greatest cruelty?
"I have to take it back now to see if the poison was planted here." Liang An took a photo, but didn't touch the bottle much.
After all, they had taken the lead, but professional forensics were still on the way. Now this water bottle is "all the attention" after all.
Taking potassium cyanide to cause death often requires a small amount. But it turns out that the victim did not die where he was, which means the intake did not reach the point of directly causing death.
The murderer predicted killing, and actually killed, but not completely.
"If Officer Lu had told the symptoms in advance, the victims in the ambulance should have received timely rescue soon. I think the possibility of rescue failure is unlikely." Jiang Qiu stood up.
Liang An turned his head and looked at the seat where the victim man's belongings were still left.
For example, a black computer backpack contains only a thin laptop and a few trivial documents clipped with paper clips, placed in a special compartment. And in a hidden zipper, Liang An found a wallet.
It's said to be a wallet, but it's actually a card holder. Not many people carry large amounts of cash with them these days. There are dozens of cards of different styles inserted in the small compartment. The owner must have a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder. Putting the cards of different colors together is easy to distinguish.
Just relying on the color, Liang An easily found the location of the ID card.
"Name is Yao Shenghai, male, age forty-three years old..." Liang An picked up the card and read it one by one, "Well, he is a local. Lu Yao happened to be nearby. She is best at this kind of digging into people's wealth. Later, Let her check her career immediately..."
Jiang Qiu pointed at one of the lemon-yellow cards. The edge pattern was very special, with some fine patterns.
"This should be a business card."
Liang An was stunned when he pulled out the card.
It really is.
"The president of this magazine invited my father to do an interview before. At that time, he wanted to do some work and came to my house to visit. He probably brought so many souvenirs." Jiang Qiu made a little effort and gestured, probably touching his chest. "It should be the common business card style of their company. The president at that time took out a business card with such a frame. My dad didn't pay attention. As soon as he left, he gave me the business card and told me to play with it. I don't think it should be It was fun, so he threw it away.”
It seems that both father and son have unconventional definitions of toys.
"The interview didn't happen?"
Jiang Qiu shook his head: "No. My father memorized all the contents of the business card after seeing it. There is no need for a paper copy."
Liang An's eyes became more complicated. This time it's not because of the weird attitude of the partner - after all, he has been used to it for so long. But because of those other reasons.
This man, Jiang Zhuo, why is he everywhere?
