Before she died, she asked someone to write a will for me, saying that she didn't blame Uriah and hoped to see him again after death.
Iris paused while drinking porridge and said, "Uriah, let's forgive others when we should. It's not a big deal for me to have this minor injury."
Uriah praised her generosity and was concerned about her injury. After a while, he finally left.
He went to the police station, and Ryle gave him an autopsy report.
"After the forensic autopsy, it was determined that the victim had been stabbed seventeen times, with wounds all over the body. Among them, eight of the wounds were fatal, concentrated in the chest and head and neck. The victim ultimately died from excessive blood loss due to arterial rupture."
Uriah was stunned and dared not accept the report with my name on it.
He was very surprised, "Victim? Death? Who died? Does this have anything to do with my gallery?"
"Mr. Young, did you make a mistake with the case?"
Ryle looked at him incredulously.