Madame Butterfly's corpse was lying on its side on the couch, and everything looked the same as when they left, but when they entered the bedroom, they all smelled a faint strange smell. It seems to be some kind of mysterious and thick rare spice, and it seems to be a sweet and fishy perfect mixture of spices and rot.

The source of the smell is Madame Butterfly.

Lan Shuying could distinguish the familiar smell from it, the liquid she smelled in the water room, the washerwoman said that it was not poison, and the words of the little peacock and the old doctor mentioned the anesthetic effect one after another.

However, it's not all the fragrance.

There's something else mixed in there......

A red dress wrapped around the bumpy figure, like a huge flower that was about to rot......

Rot?!

Lan Shuying suddenly rushed forward!

Wrapping around to the side of the sofa, the previously obscured details come into view-

She saw the dark red liquid dripping down the hem of her skirt, converging into a small dark map on the carpet.

The aroma is stronger, and it is dizzying......

There was someone whispering in her ears, she was in a certain feast, her clothes were fragrant, and the sound of the walls of the cups colliding was so crisp......

Lan Shuying bit the tip of her tongue.

The reason why illusions are confusing is that many times it is so realistic that it does not look like illusions, and it is easy to do when you recognize it.

Raising her eyes again, she saw a pair of jade-colored feet.

The woman's toes are missing two and a half, so abrupt.

The few parts, some of which have turned into streamlines and shone between the sofa and the ground, have become part of the "map".

Absurd...... This is a human, not a wax figure!

It was the product of the fusion of the flesh, blood, and bones of the toes, and she continued to melt, at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"Doctor......" Lan Shuying called in a low voice.

The old doctor, well-informed, gritted his teeth and took the tools and vials from his suitcase, showed them one by one, and looked inquiringly at Madame Butterfly. It wasn't until Lan Shuying nodded that he approached, raised his hand, and tore the red dress from the back of his shoulder!

"Yikes!" The cook and the washerwoman couldn't help but exclaim.

Those horrible specks are still there.

The old doctor paused, his eyes glancing honestly at his feet, waiting for instructions.

He was most worried about the butler's thoughts. If it was because he touched Madame Butterfly's body and was retaliated against by that monster afterwards, he was really wronged.

Lan Shuying knew his thoughts, estimated the melting speed and said, "When I took Madam out, I found something stabbing on her waist, please check it." As soon as possible! ”

The old doctor quickly followed the instructions and found a thin, hollow needle.

"The needle is pierced from the waist and the ingredients inside are already working in the deceased's body. There was an anesthetic component in the deceased's blood, but whether the toxins that caused her respiratory failure were injected with these needles will take several tests to determine. ”

Lan Shuying nodded: "Please!" ”

The washerwoman glanced at the little peacock quietly, and stopped talking.

The little peacock hung his head, and suddenly asked in a cold tone: "What results do you hope to get if you continue to track down like this?" ”

Lan Shuying smiled briefly:

"Find out the murderer and let him bury his wife."

"I can't find the murderer...... None of you here, including me, should go out. ”

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After letting go of the harsh words, everyone's enthusiasm was mobilized.

The old doctor focused on the autopsy and experiments, and the rest of the people could have continued to look for clues, but the cook took the lead in bombarding the washerwoman, on the grounds that she had taken care of the lady's clothes and that the needles must have something to do with her.

Moreover, the washerwoman and the lady went downstairs together.

That means that the matter of Mrs. changing clothes was also interfered with by her!

The cook said and recalled another detail, and said with a cruel smile: "There are carpets everywhere in the room, and Madame doesn't care about a piece of clothing, so you don't need to help hold the hem of your skirt at all...... Do you remember that when she was asked to sit down to eat, as soon as she left, Madame screamed! ”

The coachman was not there at the time and had no right to speak.

The little peacock seemed to be in a fugue and was silent.

Only Lan Shuying responded: "Well, there is such a thing." ”

"Yes, it was at that time! As soon as she let go, her skirt bounced back, and she took the needle over! The cook grabbed the washerwoman affirmatively, "You poisoned Madame!" ”

Lan Shuying watched this dispute and thought:

Sure enough, in the face of life and death, pigs can become smarter.

The irascible and impulsive cook suddenly turned into a master of memory, and through a few details during dinner, she directly deduced the key to the thin needle piercing the deceased's body.

The washerwoman said confidently: "I don't, it's not me!" ”

"You still quibble, you washed the skirt, and you took it, who else can touch it but you? If it wasn't for the needle you put in, could it be that the lady pricked herself herself?! ”

The cook scolded while observing Lan Shuying's reaction with her peripheral vision.

She thinks she has nothing to do with tonight's events, but she doesn't want to leave her life here, as long as there is a murderer, she will be fine! With this thought in mind, the cook was eager to have one more mouth, and tied the washerwoman to the housekeeper to confess her guilt.

However, Lan Shuying turned to the old doctor over there—he had stopped for nearly a minute.

Is there a problem?

Or, the autopsy is over?

The old doctor frowned and meditated.

Lan Shuying sat in the middle of the small living room of the master bedroom with her head propped up, her right hand pressed against the tabletop, and she opened it upward, and the magic pen danced in the air above her palm.

This is not what a normal person should have.

Even the little peacock, who had been desperately close to her before, didn't dare to get close.

With her as the boundary, there is a battlefield without gunpowder smoke and a quiet room that no one disturbs.

The old doctor pondered alone in the ashram for several minutes.

At this time, Madame Butterfly's legs had melted, her abdomen had been dissected, and the gloomy feeling of death became more and more intense, accompanied by the sudden ringing of the midnight bell, which frightened everyone present.

The old doctor looked at it hesitantly.

Lan Shuying hung her head, and the shadow covered her eyes: "Tell me what you found, believe it or not is my business, you just need to do it without concealing it." ”

"That's right...... I really couldn't find out what toxin Madame died of, there was an anesthetic left in the needle, but it wasn't enough to paralyze the respiratory organs, I thought, maybe the two things mixed and reacted, so ......"

He himself knew that he had made the famous beauty look like this, and it was impossible to satisfy the butler with the results he had just stated.

The old doctor changed his words:

"However, I once saw in the teacher's notes about a patient who described the smell to me...... Also, after the patient dies, the limb will start to melt from the end. I've calculated the approximate time of death and the rate of melting, and the two of them are highly similar! ”

Lan Shuying asked with concern: "That patient, what is the disease?" ”