Chapter 26 seventh scene

On Sunday morning, Mr. Jerry Lane felt better—much better than he had been the day before.Even so, Dromeo still reported to Barbara Heite, who seemed to be the only one in the house who cared about Ryan, that Mr. Wren would stay in the guest room for a while in the morning and afternoon, could he please please Miss asked everyone not to disturb? Miss Hatter promised that Mr. Jerry Lane would not be disturbed. At eleven o'clock, Dr. Dupin called, and had a closed-door interview with the "patient", came out ten minutes later, reported that the "patient" was generally recovered, and then left.

Shortly after noon, Wren repeated the mysterious investigation of the previous night.Even if he was really sick, his face shouldn't be so ugly. He was haggard and sleepless last night.Dromeo gave him the signal, and he slid quickly up the corridor.However, the destination of this Sunday reconnaissance trip was not the chamber of the dead, but instead, he quickly infiltrated the laboratory.He had planned it a long time ago. As soon as he entered the door, he immediately hid in the wardrobe on the left side of the door, and reserved a good visual gap for the door, and he waited calmly again.

On the face of it, this action seems both crazy and trivial.Hunched over in a small dark and stuffy space, breathless, sour eyes constantly watching the cracks—waiting endlessly, hours passed, nothing happened, no one came in The laboratory did not see any movement. The day seemed endlessly long. No matter what angry, seething, tormenting thoughts are in his head, he will never allow himself to relax for a second.Finally, at four o'clock in the afternoon, his watch came to fruition. His first intuition was that there was a figure coming from the direction of the door that he couldn't see, passing his sight instantly.Of course, Ren could not hear the sound of opening and closing the door.The fatigue of waiting for a long time disappeared immediately, and his eyes were fixed on the gap.

It was the intruder from the night before. Without hesitation, the man walked towards the ledge on the left side of the door. The position where he stopped was so close to Ren, Ren could smell the other person's breathing. The man raised his hands to a lower shelf—removed a bottle from the remaining unbroken cans, and followed the bottle down.Ren saw the white words on the red sign: Poison.Clearly.At this point the intruder paused for a moment, silently inspecting the loot in his hands; then, after slowly scanning the room, the intruder was swept to a pile of broken glass in the left corner of the room by the window, and picked it up. A small, unbroken empty bottle.Without even having to take it under the tap to wash it, the intruder filled the vial with poison, put the cork back on, put the poison bottle from the ledge back on the shelf, and tiptoed towards Ryan's. Walking in the direction... For a moment, Ren stared into those fiery eyes... Then, those eyes skipped in front of him and walked towards the door.Ren sat in a tired posture for a long time, then got up, and quickly stepped into the laboratory from the closet.The door was closed, and the intruder was nowhere to be seen.

He didn't go to the ledge to see what poison the other party had stolen.He just stood there silently, like an old man bearing a heavy burden, staring blankly at the door. Then the pain passed and he was the same Ryan again, only a little paler and stooped, like someone just recovering from a heart attack.He followed the intruder's route, and left the room confidently, though a little weakly. Police headquarters, night. It was very quiet in the headquarters.It was already off duty, and there was no one in the corridor except the night policeman. Prosecutor Bruno stepped down the corridor loudly and crashed into the room with Inspector Sam's name on the door plate.

Sam sat at his desk, perusing an album of photographs of criminals under a desk lamp. "How's it going, Sam?" Bruno called. Sam didn't even lift his eyes: "How about what?" "Ren! Any news?" "Nothing." "I'm worried," Bruno roared. "You shouldn't agree to such a crazy idea, Sam, revoking the protection of these people may lead to tragedy..." "Oh, go sell your habeas corpus somewhere else," growled Sam. "What have we got to lose? Ryan seems to know what he's doing, and we've got no idea." He said Throwing the photo album aside, he yawned, "You know his temper—you don't speak until you're absolutely sure, let him go."

Bruno shook his head: "I still don't think it's smart to do this, in case something goes wrong..." "Hey, listen!" Sam yelled, his small eyes were extremely fierce, "I don't have enough troubles, and I have to listen to the old lady's nagging—" He bit his lip, startled.A pair of telephones on the table rang loudly.Bruno tensed up. Sam picked up the receiver. "Hello," he said gruffly. There was an excited chirping...a flush stained Sam's face as he listened. Then, without saying anything, he hung up the phone with a bang and rushed out the door.

The inexplicable Bruno had no choice but to run out.