"Why did Mr. Stone suddenly give up on resuscitation?"

"It wasn't sudden; he'd had similar thoughts for a while. He just made up his mind in the past few days."

"What made him decide?"

Mrs. Stone's eyes were red, and she choked up, "Detective, I don't want to talk about this right now.

My husband has just passed away...

I just want to quietly stay by his side and see him off."

Luke thought to himself, if I wait for you to see him off, how am I supposed to investigate?

"Mrs. Stone, I'd like to speak with you privately."

"About what? Do you think this is the appropriate setting?" Mrs. Stone questioned softly, rather displeased in her tone.

Luke said, "It's precisely because of this being the setting, that I ask you to talk privately.

Mr. Stone was involved in a major criminal case. I'd like to ask you about some details."

"He's already dead. Is there anything more important than that?"

"Even if he's dead, the case is still unresolved."

Mrs. Stone's face showed anger, "You've ruined his wake. I'll sue you."

Luke pulled out his phone and dialed a number, "Jackson, you can apply for a search warrant now."

"nonono, please don't do that." Mrs. Stone's expression changed abruptly, and she pulled Luke aside, "What exactly do you want to do?

My husband is already dead, and you still want to search his wake.

What will the guests present think?

This is disrespectful to my husband."

Luke said coldly, "I'm sorry for Mr. Stone's death, and I do not wish to disturb his wake.

I'm here today to investigate, precisely out of respect for him.

Also, I do not like being threatened."

Mrs. Stone solemnly said, "Sorry, I take back what I said, I will not sue you.

I will not sue anyone.

Please don't apply for a search warrant. I don't want my husband to be uneasy in leaving, nor do I want him to be embarrassed."

"Okay, but I have a few questions, and I hope you can help answer them."

"Go ahead."

"What was the exact time of Mr. Stone's death?"

"Eleven-thirty last night."

"How did he die?"

"Heart failure."

"Who was present at the time?"

"Me and my children. When we found him, his heart had already stopped, and he passed very peacefully."

"Who was the first to discover it?"

"Me."

After carefully observing her expression, Luke continued, "What was Mr. Stone's connection to the Getty Museum painting theft?"

"As far as I know, there is no connection. He was already terminally ill and didn't have the leisure for that."

"Has Mr. Stone purchased any paintings recently?"

"No."

"Where are the paintings Mr. Stone previously collected?"

"My husband loved collecting, and he loved paintings. He has many paintings, some stored in banks, some lent to museums for exhibition, some at home, and some given to our children. It's quite messy.

I rarely inquired before, and I can't give you an exact answer without some accounting now."

Luke "..."

Even though the answer was serious, it always felt like she was showing off her wealth.

"Did Mr. Stone meet any guests in the days before he passed?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

"I don't know them."

Luke pulled out a few photos, including Michelle Harold's photo, "Do you recognize anyone here?"

Mrs. Stone looked closely at the photos and pointed to Michelle Harold, "I recognize her.

My husband saw her before he passed away."

"What was her relationship with your husband?"

"I really don't know; it was the first time I met her."

"What did they talk about?"

"I don't know. At the time, my husband was the only one present."

Luke took out a few criminal sketch portraits, including the professor's sketch, "Do you recognize anyone here?"

Mrs. Stone examined them more carefully and shook her head, "No."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

She knows Michelle Harold but doesn't recognize the professor. Does this not match the hypothesis?

Could Albus Stone not be the buyer?

Then why did he investigate the painting theft case?

Luke came to Albus Stone's home precisely to ask these questions, but the other party is already dead.

The questions in Luke's mind only grew rather than diminished.