After the detective changed his clothes and came out, the living room that had been soiled by him had been tidied up. Although the housekeeper didn't like this person, he still kept his manner and politely invited him over to have breakfast.
"I ate it on the way. Of course, if those beauties haven't eaten it yet, I don't mind having another one~" The detective raised a bright smile and patted his only unsoiled hat.
Put it on.
"Butler, since the detective has arrived, let's go check on Mr. Guo's situation now." Zhan Qian stood up quickly and said.
However, at this time, the old housekeeper's face looked a little hesitant.
Seeing this, the detective leaned over and said with a smile: "No way, it's okay if your husband didn't want to see me when he was here, but now he's dead and you still don't let me see him? Besides, I got it this time
Search warrant~"
He took out the police certificate from his pocket, which he had picked up on the way with the police.
"Sir, I don't like to be in contact with you." The housekeeper gave him a cold look, but turned around and walked towards the stairs, saying, "Everyone, just follow me."
Several people followed him upstairs, and the detective hung slowly behind him, and at some point he came to the photographer's side.
He looked at the photographer several times with narrow eyes, and the latter gave a helpless look. At this time, the detective said: "According to the police report last night, before Mr. Guo's accident, several people
You happened to be staying at the manor because you got lost, right?"
He emphasized the word "lost" very seriously.
The few people walking in front looked back at him without saying anything, but the meaning in their eyes was unclear.
"Oh, it sounds like someone came here specifically to kill Mr. Guo." The detective said with a strange smile, fearing that the world would be in chaos.
"Mr. Gu, until the truth is investigated, please don't be disrespectful to your guests." The housekeeper walking in front said expressionlessly. He walked to the master bedroom, pressed the door handle and opened the door.
"The butler is really a gentleman as always~"
The detective said something sinister, and when his eyes touched the corpse on the bed, the smile on his face quickly faded, and he quickly walked over with his feet raised.
The housekeeper followed hurriedly, fearing that this man would do something to his body, but he froze as soon as he approached.
A withered and rotten rose was placed on the chest of the body covered with white cloth.
The detective picked up the rose and smelled it carefully. He twirled the petals with his white-gloved fingertips and said, "It looks like it has withered for more than a month after it was picked. It should have been placed in a closed space before. There is some smell."
A faint smell of rust. Butler, I never thought you would be so affectionate towards your husband~"
The detective was serious for a while, but then he started to joke again in the second half of his words.
The few people who heard this later looked strange. Even though they knew it was impossible, they couldn't help but look back and forth between the housekeeper and the corpse.
The old butler's face turned red with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Mr. Gu, as a detective, please be careful in your words and deeds! - This flower had not appeared when Chef Zhang and I brought Mr.'s body over. It should have been
He was released in the middle of the night."
The detective put down the flowers, then went to lift the white cloth, and said casually: "I heard before that someone often sends flowers to your husband in the middle of the night. I think this has been sent to the end, so I finally took action. You told me to come over to investigate.
If you refuse, then you have no chance now."
The butler's expression was gloomy and he did not speak. When his expression completely darkened, he felt just as depressing as the unsmiling Mr. Guo.
After checking the body everywhere, the detective took back the magnifying glass he had taken out from nowhere and said thoughtfully: "Cyanide kills. In addition, there are chronic toxins on roses. I have been breathing these for a long time, and when I encounter them,
When he ingested cyanide, he died on the spot, and there was no way to save him."
Hearing this, Zhan Qian's complexion behind her changed slightly. She subconsciously twisted her hands and glanced at the housekeeper beside her.
After seeing the butler's face turn even more ugly, Zhan Qian breathed a sigh of relief.
Because if there are toxins on the roses, it may mean that there is something wrong with those stationery papers, but she touched them with bare hands last night.
If the housekeeper wanted to divert trouble and directly use this to frame her to arrange these murders, there would be nothing to say.
She was indeed too careless. She should learn from these people next time and wear gloves whenever she touches anything.
Qin Xiaohe, who had also looked through the stationery and even roses, and looked through three rooms of the house, was calm and at ease because she was wearing gloves!
The detective looked at everyone present, then smiled and said, "Tell me about the situation at the crime scene first."
The butler calmly explained the situation at that time. He was standing next to Mr. Guo at that time. He remembered everyone's behavior from the beginning of the meal.
Then, the detective turned around and walked out: "I'm going to the kitchen to have a look. According to your description, it would be more convenient to start in the kitchen at that time."
…
Xu Shuo was sitting in the restaurant eating and playing with his mobile phone. The guests stopped eating the breakfast as soon as it was made. He had nothing to do and took care of it by himself.
While we were playing, we suddenly looked up and saw the group of people coming down the stairs again.
Before the detective even got closer, he stared at him from a distance for a while and then asked, "Were you the chef at that time?"
Under the watchful eye of the housekeeper, Xu Shuo silently put away his mobile phone, put down the guests' breakfast, stood up and nodded with a simple and honest face.
The detective looked at him again, turned around and entered the kitchen without saying anything.
The kitchen is not that big and there is no room for a few people to squeeze in, so everyone else is waiting outside.
While the other party was inspecting it, Xu Shuo approached and asked, "Where are your progress? Can you finish the script today?"
"The cause of the poisoning has just been detected." Zhan Qian did not move forward, but stood in the back row maintaining an elegant temperament. Hearing this, she said calmly: "But this detective does have some skills. GM's entry should allow us to get more
clue."
Xu Shuo nodded: "As an old player, Miss Zhan, if you have enough clues, the game should be very fast, right?"
Zhan Qian flipped her hair with a natural expression: "Of course."
The detective was groping around in the kitchen, and he was followed by a photographer who was also particularly concerned about this matter. However, as a suspected outsider, he could not touch these things too much.
The bowls and chopsticks that Mr. Guo used before were also placed in a separate place, and the food on them was not removed. At this time, there was already a bit of an odor.
The detective opened the cling film and took a closer look. "Sure enough, cyanide was applied to the bowl. Unfortunately, it has been some time and I can't tell when it was applied."
He had just smelled too much poison, and now he felt a little mentally unwell. He covered his nose and continued to look at other places.
Then his eyes were fixed on the wash basin.
"When will the police arrive?" the photographer suddenly asked when he saw him looking over there.
"Due to the landslide, the road was blocked for a long time. It will take at least noon to clean it up. The tools are all in the car. People can turn it over but they can't take it with them." The detective said, and walked closer to see that everything was clean.
Then he suddenly turned to the photographer and asked in a low voice with stern eyes: "Who do you think is the most suspicious?"
"Chef." the photographer said firmly.
Even now, he still believes in his intuition.
A smile appeared on the detective's lips: "As a detective, you have to be careful about your words and actions."
