Chapter 401 400. I have a business and want to talk to you

  Doctor House’s supplier is a middle-aged man with a big belly. He does not have the cleanliness of Doctor House. It seems that socializing and socializing have made his body age prematurely. The man’s name is Joe.

"I swear that he was still healthy when I saw him. He and I talked about the price of some medicines. As you know, the factories have developed rapidly recently. Some brands of pharmaceutical factories are working overtime to produce a lot of medicines. It's cheap. The medicine bottles I supply here seem to be expensive. I need to explain to him."

   When Joe saw Drizzt, he said this when he opened his mouth.

"When I left the clinic, he was about to close the door. He said that there was something else tonight. I asked casually. He didn't say it clearly, but I guess it might be going to a party or meeting a woman because he beat himself up. It’s very clean, do you know that, that’s it, he’s already very clean in normal times, and it’s even cleaner that day."

  This middle-aged man with a fat belly took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat. The air near the pharmaceutical factory was humid, especially in the morning.

  "Is there a list of supplied medicines?"

   Drizzt asked.

  "Here, it's all here, he doesn't buy many kinds of medicine from me."

   Joe took out a list of the most recent transaction between him and Dr. House.

  Drizzt took a look, and they were indeed common drugs, mostly used to treat gastrointestinal diseases, trauma, lung diseases, and common colds and fevers.

  In Grey Lane, these diseases are the mainstream.

   "You didn't provide some illegal drugs, right."

  Drizzt is blunt.

   "No, of course not. I never do these things."

  The man wiped the sweat from his forehead.

   "But we found some illegal drugs in Dr. House's clinic, such as this one."

  Drizzt took out a small medicine bottle, which was an illegal drug placed on a shelf in the dark room.

  The expression on Joe's face became more solemn, he looked at the medicine bottle carefully, and immediately defended.

  "This medicine is not provided by me. Let alone medical representatives like us, this medicine may not be found even in the hospital. Only some big people can control their channels."

  "Big man, do you mean the Catania family?"

  Drizzt retracted the medicine bottle.

   "I dare not say, I dare not say, I know that House still mixes with many people, but I advise you not to get tainted with things over there."

  The middle-aged man shrank his neck.

   "Did Dr. House have anything special during this time?"

   Lu Yi asked suddenly.

  "Whether it is words or deeds, or the type and quantity of the purchase, or whatever else you feel, it will do."

"He? He hasn't changed much. This person is just like that. He is meticulous and looks impersonal, but sometimes he looks like such a good person. As for the purchase here, he has recently added some drugs to treat lung diseases, I guess. It turns out that the workers on the other side of the factory are gradually starting to fall ill."

  Joe saw that Drizzt and others no longer asked about his medications, and they sat up a little longer, no longer shrinking so much.

"Oh, these businessmen are really smart. Let the homeless people enter the factory to work, and rely on them to earn profits. The workers' bodies will be weakened by the exhaust gas, and they need to buy drugs for treatment, and the salary they pay is back. In the pocket of the merchant."

  As he said, he noticed the eyes of Drizzt and Shia, and he closed his mouth again obediently.

   "Doctor House treats those workers for free?"

  Drizzt remembered that when flipping through the files before, most of them were middle-class people with a little money, and there were hardly any workers. Reminiscent of Dr. House’s comments, he asked.

"Probably, he sometimes goes to the factory area to give workers some medicines to relieve lung diseases for free. I don't know what he is doing. Maybe people who are doctors always have so many pursuits, like us. This kind of merchant is different."

  Drizzt went to the medical supplier to inquire about the alibi, etc., compared with the police investigation, and then left his house.

   "The air here is very fresh."

  Lu Zan walked out of the house and took a breath.

   "There is always a smell in the room."

"agree."

  Xia also nodded.

   "You two."

  Drizzt said, and patted his clothes, as if to photograph something unclean.

   "He doesn't seem to have a reason to kill Dr. House, and according to the law of the case, as the last person to see Dr. House, he is the most suspicious, so the possibility of committing a crime is the smallest."

   "It makes a lot of sense, let's see those two patients next?"

   Lu Yi asked.

  "I want to go to Madame Martina first. Maybe you can wait for me across the street?"

   Drizzt subconsciously touched the pistol hanging under his armpit.

   "No problem, we will have a good meal and wait for you."

  Lu Yi has no comments.

Drizzt touched the medical records in his arms. He brought Lu Zan and Xia to the end of the street, and asked them to wait in the restaurant here. He took the rickshaw again and went around two streets before arriving. A shop selling musical instruments.

  The owner of the musical instrument shop was playing the violin, and when he saw Drizzt, he didn't speak, only pointed to the back.

  Drizzt walked through the musical instrument shop and came to the room behind the shop. There were two men in suits sitting here. They were vomiting a cloud of smoke, filling the room with the smell of cheap tobacco.

  Seeing Drizzt, the two got up a little bit, put out the cigarette butts, and were more polite.

   "This is what Madame Martina wants."

  Drizzt gave the file in his arms to one of the men.

  "Have you not opened it?"

  The man glanced at the file.

   "Nonsense, if I haven't opened it, how do I know that this is what she wants."

   Drizzt felt that these gangsters really needed a little public education.

   "Oh, well, we will give this to Madam. As for the remuneration, Madam said here."

  The man glanced at the file pretentiously, but Drizzt knew very well that the two men were illiterate, so that illiterate gangsters would be relieved to transport the files.

  He handed Drizzt an invitation letter.

  "Charity banquet tomorrow night?"

  Drizzt didn't ask these two people, he knew that they were just passing the microphone.

  Mrs. Martina seems to want to let herself participate in this charity banquet, and then test him personally, if there is no problem, give money to leave, if there is a problem, then.

   Putting away the invitation letter, Drizzt returned to the musical instrument shop.

  He saw that the owner of the musical instrument shop was sitting on a chair, and two tall thugs stood beside him. The thugs held the boss down and prevented him from leaving.

  On the other side, the violin that was still in the hands of the boss is being held in the hands of a young man. He played the violin and played a classicist melody.

  Drizzt did not swear, nor did he leave at the speed of light. He saw the car outside the musical instrument store. He knew very well that if he acted rashly now, he must be waiting for the crisp gunfire of the typewriter.

  After a moment, the young man put down the instrument in his hand, and he glanced at Drizzt, who was motionless.

   "Hello, detective, I have a business and want to talk to you."

  The young man's face, I don't know why Drizzt looked familiar.

  (End of this chapter)