World War I

Chapter 142 Russian Four

Why is bridge called bridge? It is said that bridge competition was started by Russian immigrants in Istanbul, Turkey, under the name of "Russian Four-Player Cards".

Two families living in Leicestershire like this kind of game so much that they take turns to go to each other's house to play every night. There is an old bridge between their two homes that is necessary to cross but is in danger of collapse. It is even more dangerous to cross the bridge at night.

Families who crossed the bridge to play cards would return with a sigh of relief, "Oh, thank goodness, tomorrow night's your turn to play bridge." This phrase became a catchphrase, and later, at some point, it simply became "bridge."

To explain it from the nature of the game of bridge, bridge involves a table, four people, and two teams. From the beginning to the end, both sides of the game are engaged in open and covert struggles over "building bridges" and "tearing down bridges."

Since Mark said he was playing bridge, there must be at least three witnesses.

"I was hanging out with Kathy Harper, the director of a local winery, their sales manager, and their accountant. We were drinking and having fun on the third floor of the Truckers Club building. I got drunk, and when I woke up at dawn, I went straight to work at the police station. You saw me this morning, that's what happened."

"What time did you get to the Teamsters Club Building?"

"I went there as soon as I got off work last night."

Luo Ye pressed on, but Mark wasn't angry at all, he cooperated very well.

"This is the person I love the most, she is the person I love the most--" Mark said, and began to wipe his tears again.

"Deputy Sheriff Mark, control your emotions and go back to the police station first."

After Mark left, Luo Ye asked the neighborhood committee director, "When did you last see Mary Hayes yesterday?"

"Nine p.m."

"Has Deputy Mark ever been back to the apartment?"

"I didn't see that. I asked the building manager, and he didn't see Mark come back either."

"Okay, thank you, Director Georgia Zamora. Thank you. You can go ahead and do your work."

While Luo Ye was talking outside, Turgenev had already entered room 511. "Did you find anything?"

"He died peacefully, with no signs of trauma."

"how do you know?"

"See for yourself."

Mary Hayes was naked except for a thin green blanket.

"Stop staring at the body and start examining it."

"I'm a special police officer, not a criminal police officer."

"You are now a police officer of the Kursk Town Police Department. Don't just collect the money without doing the work. Start the inspection from the balcony. You check the balcony, and I will check the bathroom, bedroom, and kitchen—"

The two began to survey the scene.

The preliminary results showed that no outsiders had forced their way in, there were no signs of fighting, and no external injuries were visible on the body of the deceased. The deceased seemed to have fallen asleep.

"No drugs were found in the room. From my impression, she was a healthy person who could lift a man and throw him down. It's unlikely that she died suddenly."

"Does she snore? People who snore are more likely to die from tracheal obstruction."

"You'll have to ask Mark about this. He knows best. Next, we need to find a forensic doctor. Ours has mysteriously disappeared. Let's talk to Chief Knuckles. Only the county police department has a forensic doctor."

Who would have thought that Knuckles roared on the phone, saying that there had been several murders in the county in the past two days, one after another, and the forensic doctor was too busy to handle it. There were two solutions: wait two days, or find a solution yourselves.

Luo Ye felt a headache. Mary Hayes' body was sent to the county hospital morgue and temporarily frozen.

“It’s difficult without a forensic doctor.”

"Luo Ye, you were very skillful in stitching up my men's wounds, and you handled the scalpel with such grace, and you—"

"Don't blame me. I'm not a forensic doctor. I just know some unrelated techniques."

"Isn't Yekalinan studying medicine? Can she do it?" Turgenev's words reminded Luo Ye.

When Luo Ye walked into the laboratory, Yekalin was writing something at the desk. She was still wearing that beautiful thin dress.

She bought a new big butterfly hairpin and pinned her hair behind her head. Her hair was full and beautiful, and her back with clear lines made Luo Ye forget to ask questions.

"What's up?"

She spoke without turning her head, still asking questions mechanically, without any warmth, like the voice of a weather forecaster on the radio.

"Something's wrong. It's like this—"

After listening quietly, Yekalin stood up and turned around.

"I'm not a forensic doctor. Forensics is not my specialty."

Luo Ye smiled and said, "The police department spent a million to build a laboratory for you. Can you please smile a little?"

"Any thing else?"

"No, thank you."

As Luo Ye just reached the door, Ye Kalinan said, "I can try. I need an assistant."

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome. You don't need to thank me. You should thank Product One. In order to arrest him as soon as possible, I'll be the forensic doctor for the police station."

"Can I be your assistant?"

"You are not qualified to be my assistant. Find Stanislav. He is more suitable than you."

Luo Ye could never imagine why Yekalinan would ask Stanislav to be her autopsy assistant.

When Stanislav learned that he would be Yekalin's assistant, he was so happy that he circled in the yard.

Ah, the goddess actually took a fancy to me.

However, joy can lead to sorrow. When Stanislav was driving the police car with Yekalin to the hospital, he was probably too excited and rear-ended a pickup truck. He was fine, but a small blue-red bump appeared on Yekalin's forehead, which was like a work of art.

Sonya started punching and kicking Stannis, "You big idiot from the county town, you can't even handle such a small matter!"

Stanislav, who was beaten, couldn't understand why Sonya hit him so hard. He didn't dare to fight back. The sheriff also had a sullen face. He had never rear-ended a car in his life, but he did so at the critical moment. It was really unlucky.

Yekalinan suffered some minor injuries and continued to work as a temporary forensic doctor, with Luo Ye as his assistant.

He took Yekalinan to the hospital and naturally became her assistant.

Doctor Aya was well-informed. From the moment Luo Ye entered the hospital, someone reported to her, "Dr. Aya, the ruffian policeman who disgusted you is here again. He's here again, grinning slyly, right at the outpatient entrance."

After learning about this, Aya came to the trauma treatment room and said to Yekalin, "Don't let him be your assistant. He's a very perverted person. He would react to the sight of a female corpse. He's disgusting and perverted. Let me do it. I'm the attending doctor here. I know Colonel Turgenev from your police station. How about I be your assistant?"

Yekalinan smiled and said, "You're right. That's it. Please help me arrange a room, prepare the operating table, and the necessary scalpels—"

"Sure, go ahead and give the order. The hospital has plenty of scalpels. I can even find the scalpel used to dissect that bastard Luo Ye."

When the two walked into the temporary autopsy room, Luo Ye was outside the autopsy room, mumbling something in his mouth, as if he had a toothache. It was unclear whether he was complaining or cursing. When the two nurses saw him, they covered their hands and laughed.

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"Sheriff, do you look like you've lost money?"

While the autopsy was in progress, Luo Ye, who had nothing to do, came out of the town hospital and went into a bar called Charlie's Good Dreams to have a drink to relieve his depression.

(End of this chapter)