What pills? A new clue appeared, and everyone's eyes were taken away again.

"Look at ......" Bai Fumei gently spread out her palm, and there were dozens of pills of different sizes in her hands.

"Where did you find it?" The detective looked at the pills of different sizes for a moment, and then frowned and looked at Bai Fumei.

"Right next to those glasses!" Bai Fumei pointed easily towards the table over there.

Only then did everyone look in the direction she pointed, and there were about a dozen cups neatly placed on the table over there, and almost every cup had a small paper bag next to it.

"So much?"

"Actually, the wrappers are full of pills, and I can't grab them with one hand." Bai Fumei smiled embarrassedly,

"How many of you have brought him medicine?" The detective's hair is about to stand on end, and the eyes of everyone are already scrutinizing, the case is getting more and more complicated, and the clues are getting more and more chaotic.

"I've sent it, but it's not the same as this cup." The servant glanced at the cup on the table and said.

The detective nodded, intending to ask him to identify the cup later, the question now was to figure out how many people were sending it.

"I've sent ...... too" Cousin Jasmine looked at the cup on the table a little confused, but she still told the truth, this matter had been explained once before, and it was impossible to lie.

The detective nodded in degree, and then the air fell into silence in embarrassment.

"So no one wants to recognize the rest of the pills?" It took a moment before the detective asked.

Unfortunately, he did not receive an answer this time, and the air was still so quiet, but he broke the silence himself, and said:

"Okay, now you can find your own cup to deliver your own medicine, and better to find your own pills."

"I gave this cup, and I used this cup both times." The servant found a cup from the deceased's bedside table and handed it to the detective accurately, the liquid left in the cup was transparent, and there was no slag.

At this time, if there is no special measuring paper, it can prove that there is no problem with the water sent by the servants.

The detective nodded, then looked at Cousin Jasmine expectantly.

But Cousin Jasmine was in a dilemma, and she looked at the several preparations on the table, and felt as if they had grown them herself.

"Why is this so similar to what I gave it?" Cousin Jasmine looked at the water cup and medicine bag on the table, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a weak heart.

"You sent it all?" Dong said jokingly next door.

"But I only gave one!" But it made Cousin Jasmine anxious, and she didn't want to be suspected of this.

fell silent again for a while, u, this clue is really too hard to find.

"Wait! What did he tell you after you gave him the medicine? The servant seemed to have been opened up to something, and quickly asked Cousin Jasmine.

"Uh...... This one. Cousin Jasmine seemed to think for a moment, and then said, "He said to me: Okay, I know, you go back to rest, don't come out again." ”

Not only did he say that, but he also performed the expressions and movements of the deceased at that time.

Ansu raised his eyebrows slightly, their script was detailed enough, and even the water cup and these actions were written for them.

What should I do if I'm suddenly a little curious about my part? What kind of fairy script is it?

It was not only Ansu who expressed surprise, but also the audience in the live broadcast room.

Dear Tiramisu (Orange): Your script is exquisite.

I have you in my dream (red): Harm! You don't know how delicate it is.

Pompeii's Jade Exquisite (Red): Hahaha, is this script stupid for the heroine's character?

Today's wood is scummy again (red): But now I fully doubt her true colors, it's so cute!

Ah Yan (Huang): ⌯'ᄉ'⌯

Dear Tiramisu (Orange): As cute as the streamer ฅ՞•ع•՞ฅ

At this time, the Qian servant raised his eyebrows, then looked like a detective, and said meaningfully: "Detective, she has amnesia, could it be that she has given medicine many times and then forgot about it?" ”

The "Forgot ......" detective was also opened up to this idea, if there was no real plot need, the script producer would not have set him up with this ordinary amnesiac character.

"How are you feeling today?" Liu Huajiang asked Cousin Jasmine lightly, but the question hit the heart.

"I'm not in a good mood." Cousin Jasmine sighed with a performance component, but she was also relieved.

At first, Cousin Jasmine didn't understand why she was not in a good mood in the script, but now she can understand it.

"Look!" When the servant heard Jasmine's answer, he felt that he had the truth, and looked at the detective with pride.

It dawned on everyone.

Ansu raised his eyebrows slightly, could it be that because Count Jia was sick, Cousin Jasmine began to panic, and the experience of delivering medicine for the first time was unpleasant, so he forgot to send medicine, but his mood was getting worse and worse, if Count Jia's temper was not good, it would fall into a dead loop, which would cause Cousin Jasmine to go many more times.

So it has been sent to the reply pleasantly?

Amnesiac things can't be touched, and people will be confused, so the detective asks instead:

"So do we have a way to test this drug now? Is there something wrong with it? ”

"I think it's okay, otherwise it would be too stupid for her to come and deliver so many times." Dong next door inexplicably defended Cousin Jasmine again, and it was with that cynical attitude.

The crowd looked at each other again.

"I suddenly had a brain hole, did he also give her key to someone else, and then forgot it?" The Qian servant once again opened up the second vein of Ren Du and looked at the detective seriously.

"Wow!" Daughter Jia on the side couldn't help but applaud, these reasoning just now was really attractive.

"That would be terrible, he doesn't know who the key was given to him, and we don't know where to find it." Bai Fumei felt that this connection was extremely scary, and there was no way to find it at all.

"This ...... It's too complicated for a normal person to do it. Dong was rarely speechless next door, surprised and a little distressed at the same time.

"Don't forget, Cousin Jasmine, she's sick." The attitude of the Qian servant and the next door to Dong is completely different, and it seems that he wants to kill Cousin Jasmine.

"If that's the case, then the time of death of the deceased is not so certain." The previous topic was still like tea, and at this moment, Liu Huajiang woke up the dreamer with another word.

If Cousin Jasmine remembers the last time, then the time of death is 8:00-9:30, but if she remembers that it was the first time to deliver medicine, it is over.

"I don't really want to use this point, because it makes the event very complicated, and we can't think in that complicated direction." The detective frowned at this time and looked at the servant Qian, if he took these out, it would be a super case.