Chapter 980:

The building occupies a larger proportion. The theater occupies almost the entire ground floor and is illuminated from above, while the cabinet occupies the entire floor. The cabinet forms a higher floor at one end and looks towards the court. A corridor connects the theater with the door of the side street. The cabinets thus communicate with each other through the second staircase. Except for a few dark closets and a spacious cellar. Now they have carried out a thorough inspection of all these. Every closet is needed, but at a glance, because everything is empty and everything is covered by the dust falling from the door, it has not been opened for a long time. In fact, the cellar is filled with crazy wood, most of which can be traced back to the days of Jekyll’s former surgeon. But even if they opened the door, they were still told of the uselessness of further searching, and for many years, the perfect spider web cushioned the entrance. There was no trace of Henry Jekyll after he died or where he lived.
Poole stamped the hallway sign. "He must be buried here," he listened to the voice.
"Or he might have escaped," Utterson said, and then he turned and checked the door on the side street. It was locked; they lay beside the flag and found the rusted key.
The lawyer pointed out: "It doesn't look like it is being used."
"Adopt!" Poole echoed. "Sir, can't you see that it is broken? It seems that a person has stamped on it."
"Yes," Utterson continued, "and fractures are also very rusty." The two men looked at each other in horror. The lawyer said: "This is beyond me, Poole." "Let's go back to the cabinet."
They climbed the stairs silently, occasionally still feeling uneasy about the dead body, and checked the contents of the cabinet more thoroughly. On a table, there are traces of chemical action, and various amounts of white salt are piled on glass dishes, as if an experiment to prevent unfortunate people is being carried out.
Poole said, "That's the drug I have been bringing to him." As he was talking, there was an amazing voice from the kettle.
This brought them to the stove, the easy chair was pulled up comfortably, the tea was ready to be placed on the nanny's elbow, and the cup was full of sugar. There are several books on the shelf. A thing lying next to a tea set was lying next to him. Utterson was surprised to find that it was a copy of a pious work. Jekyll had expressed his respect for himself several times and expressed his respect with shocking blasphemy. .
Next, in the process of reviewing the room, the searchers came to the Cavaliers Cup, and they couldn't help looking at the abyss in horror. But it rotated so much that nothing was shown to them, except for the rosy glow on the roof, a hundred repetitive flames flashing along the front of the printer glass, and their pale and terrifying faces bent over.
Poole whispered, "Sir, we have seen some strange things in this glass of wine."
"There is no doubt that there is nothing else but myself." The lawyer replied in the same tone. "What did Jikel do?"-He caught the word from the beginning and then overcome his weakness-"What does Jikel want?" he said.
"You can say that!" Poole said.
Next, they go to the business table. On the table, neatly stacked documents are on top. On top is a large envelope. In the doctor's hand, it is Mr. Utterson's name. The lawyer unpacked it and several fences fell to the ground. The first is a will, drawn in the same weird way as the will he returned six months ago, as a will at the time of death and a deed of gift at the time of disappearance. But with incredible surprise, he replaced the lawyer Edward Hyde with the name Gabriel John Utson. He looked at Poole, then the newspaper, and finally saw the dead wicked man spread out on the carpet.
"My head turned around," he said. "He has been watching him these days; he has no reason to like me; he must be very angry to see himself displaced; he has not destroyed this document."
He caught up with the next paper. This is a short record in the hands of the doctor, with the date at the top. "Oh Poole!" the lawyer cried. "He is still alive and here today. He cannot be executed in such a short space. He must be alive and must run away! Then, why run away? How? In that situation Next, can we risk announcing this suicide? Oh, we have to be careful. I foresee that we might still plunge your master into a terrible disaster."
"Sir, why don't you read?" Poole asked.
"Because I am afraid," the lawyer replied solemnly. "God gave it to me, I have no reason!" Then he brought the paper to his eyes and read the following:
"My dear Utterson, when this all falls into your hands, I will disappear, under what circumstances I have no foreseeable penetration, but my intuition and all the circumstances of my nameless state tell me that the ending is Yes, you must go early. Then, first read the narrative warning me, and he will put it in your hands. If you want to hear more, please turn to
"You don't deserve to be with unhappy friends,
"Henry Jekyll".
"Is there a third fence?" Utterson asked.
"Sir, this is," Poole said, handing a rather large packet into his hand and sealing several places.
The lawyer put it in his pocket. "I won't talk about this paper. If your master has escaped or died, we can at least save his credit. It is ten o'clock. I must go home and read these documents quietly. But I will be back before midnight. We will call the police at that time."
They went out and locked the theater door behind. Utterson left the servants again, gathered around the fire in the hall, trudged back to his office, and read the two narratives that are now about to explain the mystery.
Dr. Lan Yun's narrative
On January 9, four days ago, I received a registered envelope when it was delivered that night. The envelope has been sent to my colleague and old school companion Henry Jekyll. I was very surprised by this. Because we are by no means a habit of communication. Indeed, I saw the man who ate with him the night before. I can't imagine that nothing in our contacts can prove the legitimacy of registration. The content surprised me. This is how this letter works:
"December 10, 18.
"Dear Rayon, you are one of my eldest friends; although we may sometimes be different on scientific issues, at least on my part, I don’t remember that our relationship broke down. If you treat me Say: "Jekiel, my life, my honor, and my reasons all depend on you." Then there has never been a day when I will not sacrifice my left hand to help you. Lan Yong, my life, my honor, My reasons are all at your mercy. If you let me fail tonight, I will get lost. After this preface, you may think I want to ask you something shameful. Judge yourself.
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