The rain became denser, and someone was sobbing. She was Wang Haicong's celebrity girlfriend. She was wearing plain black, wearing large sunglasses that could cover half of her face, and she was holding a black umbrella of Fulton alone. She didn't have an agent or assistant by her side. She looked alone and desolate. Lin Haiying was about to step forward to comfort her, but found a British man came over to meet him, as if comforting her, and seemed to be saying something else. The star was at a loss. Obviously, her English level was not enough to support complex conversations.

Liu Kunlun and Lin Haiying looked at each other and stepped forward to rescue the situation. The man took out his business card and introduced himself to Aviva Insurance Company's claims specialist named William Baldwin.

Baldwin is a young man in his twenties with freckles on his fair face. He took out a stack of information and said, "I think you should be interested in some things. The deceased Mr. Wang was driving a Cessna 402 twin-engine propeller business jet. The power unit is two 329 horsepower horizontal six-cylinder turbocharged piston engines, each driving a pair of three-blade constant-speed full-feather metal propeller with fairing. The overall fuel tank capacity of the wing is 808 liters. The aircraft is equipped with an electric deicing device. Communication equipment includes 2 navigation communication systems, instrument landing systems, radio compass, downhill beacons and pointing receivers, regional navigation systems, ranging equipment, radio altimeters, meteorological radars and wireless telephone devices..."

These are all professional English vocabulary. Not to mention that female celebrities can't understand it, even Lin Haiying can't understand it. Liu Kunlun can understand it because he is familiar with flying. He interrupted Baldwin: "But what's the point of these data?"

"We checked the wreckage of the aircraft. According to various circumstances, when the Cessna 402 crashed, the oil margin exceeded 70%, the oil volume was the standard value, the deicing and windshield defogging work normally, and the communication equipment was completely normal, sir!"

After Baldwin finished speaking, the air seemed to be frozen, and only the sound of rain falling on the top of the umbrella. Liu Kunlun was stunned. He opened his mouth and wanted to speak but stopped.

Female celebrities don't like this depressing and sad atmosphere. She said she lost her companion and walked towards the nanny car in the distance, the agent and assistant, and the hot and hot

The coffee is waiting for her.

"Do you want to say that Mr. Wang Haicong cheated on insurance?" Liu Kunlun asked.

Lin Haiying was shocked and looked at him in shock.

"No, sir." Baldwin replied, "Mr. Haicong is a VIP customer of our company. His value will not do anything like insurance fraud. According to his previous physical examination report, he has no bad habits such as drug use. He is very healthy, has no illness or indescribable hidden dangers. What I want to say is that the cause of his death is actually... it may not be the wisest way for you to choose not to dissect the body."

Baldwin left his business card and left, his back disappeared in the rain and fog, Liu Kunlun rushed to the bone-broken cold, and Wang Haicong died indecipherable, and this matter needs to be investigated seriously.

Lin Haiying agreed with Liu Kunlun's point of view. The two walked into the manor that Wang Haicong bought in Goodwood. This was an old house left behind in the 19th century. It was a typical Georgian style, with ochre red exterior tiles, white window lattices, four-slope roof, a thick carpet in the living room, and a deserted fireplace. The lounge chair made of Indian hardwood in the 1900s seemed to be still shaking, but the person sitting on the chair was no longer there.

Originally, the family hired a British housekeeper and a maid. Wang Haicong was dismissed after his death and had to cook his own coffee if he wanted to drink coffee.

"I'll go and make tea with water." Lin Haiying said, "Brother Haicong's favorite afternoon tea, but unfortunately he can't drink it again."

Liu Kunlun nodded, stayed alone in the living room, walked back and forth for a few times, suddenly thought of something, walked into the study, and found that there was no computer on the desk, opened the drawer, and there was no diary.

Wang Haicong usually has the habit of handwriting a diary. He always carries a diary with a sheepskin cover, which is not in the cockpit of the plane or in the study. This is wrong, and the computer should not be lost. After all, the things recorded in the diary are limited, and more clues will be stored in the computer, such as downloading and uploading cloud records, emails, photos and documents, and traces of browsing online, etc.

Liu Kunlun groped on the bookshelf, opened each book, hoping to find something that was stuck, flipping around, but found nothing. He was angry and overturned the bookshelf to the ground. The huge bookshelf and countless books on it rumbled to the ground, shaking the sky and dust, and Liu Kunlun was panting, wishing he could roar to the sky.

"What's wrong with you?" Lin Haiying asked panickedly behind her. When she turned around, she held the tray, which contained exquisite porcelain teapots and tea cups.

Under the rain outside the window, warm flames were beating in the fireplace. Liu Kunlun and Lin Haiying sat face to face to explore the cause of Haicong's death.

"Will you be trapped by love?" Lin Haiying said, "That star has many scandals."

"No, Haicong is not such a person. He can take it and let it go." Liu Kunlun shook his head, "No one or anything in this world can make him take the initiative to think."

"So you suspect it was him who killed?" Lin Haiying held her chin with her hand and listened to Liu Kunlun's analysis.

"I don't know. The truth depends on us to dig out. This matter is too complicated. It is as unreliable to expect Scotland Yard to solve the case as Chinese police. We have to check it ourselves. The fewer people know, the better." Liu Kunlun took his breath, "Who has mastered the key here after Haicong left?"

Lin Haiying thought for a while and said, "It should be Chao Xiaochuan. He seemed very sad when he saw him at the funeral just now."

"Does it show sadness or is it really sad?"

"Do you doubt him?"

"I doubt anyone."

After a long time, Lin Haiying spoke again: "Chao Xiaochuan is the housekeeper of Brother Haicong, the person who least wants him to die. According to the general dramas of grievances in wealthy families, the person who most hopes that he will die should be you and me."

"Check, check every person, every thing." Liu Kunlun said, "If I don't find out, I'm uneasy."

Lin Haiying was very smart. She immediately understood that what Liu Kunlun said was two meanings. One was the uneasiness caused by Haicong's unclear death. The other was that Haiming died and Haicong also died. Perhaps the next one was Haikun and Haiying.

The creepy feeling was even colder than in the English countryside in December. Lin Haiying tightened the blanket on her body, but her hands were still trembling when she picked up the teacup.

But how to check and where to start is a lot of things, and there is no way to check it out. Since people are in the UK, they inevitably think of Sherlock Holmes who lives in B, 221 Baker Street, London. Although Sherlock Holmes is a fictional character, there are indeed many professional private detectives in London. The way of thinking of rich people is to ask professional people to do professional things, so finding a detective who is employed by you is the best solution.

The two immediately picked up the car and went to London. Lin Haiying was studying in London. Some local British friends introduced a private detective who was said to be very powerful, named Matthew Miller, a former MI5 agent.

Matthew Miller met with two employers at a cafe in Hyde Park. He was not the 007 model he imagined, but an unkempt British old man with a gray beard, a tweed coat with a flannel shirt, and a pair of glasses. He likes to squint his eyes when looking at people.

"I'm very sorry for letting you down. I'm a civilian in MI5 who is doing intelligence analysis, not the kind of James Bond who chases cars and picks up girls." The old man was very humorous. Using this as his opening remark, he also took out a detailed price list. The service items of private detectives are charged at a step-by-step charge, and even this conversation was charged.

Fortunately, Lin Haiying also brought the check book, so she immediately wrote a check out. The old man put the check in an old wallet and stuffed it into his pocket, muttering: "Now you can pay the rent."

The two employers looked at each other and couldn't help but feel a deep sense of distrust of the former MI5 agent.

"Let's get back to the topic." Matthew said, "Your brother unfortunately passed away. He only... I see, he is only twenty-six years old. It's interesting that the birthdays of the three of you are very close, which makes people have to have an association. In fact, your mother is not the same person, and the education you have received is also different. For example, this lady, I think you are an artist and a painter. Of course, it's not because there are paints in your nails, but because your dress is very fashionable, your color is harmonious, your clothes and bags don't look like brands, but it must be very expensive. Haha, I'm just talking nonsense. Your dead brother has more than one private plane, and you are also a lady in the upper class. As for this gentleman..."

Matthew looked at Liu Kunlun and held his glasses: "I have seen a person who is very close to your temperament. He was engaged in anti-guerrilla warfare in Malaya in the 1950s. After he retired from SAS, he unfortunately fell to death while riding a motorcycle."

"He has killed many people, and you should be the same." Matthew stared at Liu Kunlun, "But you don't have the taste of a criminal, the temperament of a soldier, nor do you look like someone who works for the government, nor are you a killer. To be honest, I'm very curious, how did you be born in the same family."

"This is not something you should care about," said Liu Kunlun.

"I don't care about you personally, but the whole story background." Matthew raised his brow, "Since you don't want to say it, I won't ask for it for the time being. I think you will say it sooner or later. Well, let's get to the point. Mr. Wang Haicong flew over the North Sea. Who are you looking for when you go to Stockholm?"

Lin Haiying said: "There was no prior application for the flight this time. My brother often flies to Paris. I don't know that he has friends in Sweden or Norway and Denmark."

"I need his cell phone, his personal computer, his financial statements, and the list of five people he has the closest relationship. You can give me other information. I am good at intelligence analysis rather than field, so I have to spend money to find someone to help me run errands..." Matthew stopped talking.
Chapter completed!