Zhao Liangxin experienced a lot of struggle, then gritted his teeth and said: "Lord Huimo, our lord will never commit suicide, he used to say to the little one, the beauty of life must be enjoyed in his lifetime, and he will never live up to life. ”

As an old butler who has followed Lin Qingjiang for decades, these words are very credible, of course, provided that he does not lie.

Mo Ziyu raised her eyes to look at Ling Lan, who slowly took two steps forward.

"Steward Zhao, you said that Lord Lin pays attention to health preservation and cherishes his body, so why didn't he invite a doctor to take a look?" Ling Lan asked in a low voice.

Normally, this doesn't make sense.

A person who cherishes his life will see a doctor if he has a little headache and brain fever, for fear that something will happen to his body.

Faced with this question, Zhao Liang was silent for a moment, his brows furrowed as if he was thinking about something.

"This must be the famous Ling girl, you are really amazing.

To be honest, this incident also made Xiao very confused, because our master was not like this before, his life was very regular, and his body was also very healthy, probably from half a year ago, he had a heartache for the first time, and he almost fainted and frightened Xiao at that time.

But for some reason, the doctor did not find any symptoms after diagnosis, everything was normal, only said that it was not good to drink too much and sleep and rest, and suggested that our lord drink less and pay more attention to rest, but he prescribed tonic medicine, but our lord's condition did not improve.

This situation will happen from time to time within half a year, sometimes serious and sometimes mild, and I found many doctors, even the imperial doctor in the palace came to see the place of the disease, and then it was really helpless, and the lord gave up, and then his temperament became more and more irritable, like a different person..."

Hearing this explanation, Ling Lan recalled the state of seeing Lin Qingjiang in the afternoon, on the surface he looked weak and powerless, but the foundation seemed to be fine, it was indeed not right.

Changed a person?

Could it be that the torture of illness made Lin Qingjiang change his temperament?

Thinking about it, Ling Lan asked the other party to get up first, and then asked if she had read the suicide note left by Lin Qingjiang on the table?

This time, Zhao Liang suddenly became hesitant and abnormal.

"Look, take a look."

After finishing speaking, he found that both of them were looking at him, and his body couldn't help but tremble: "Judging from the handwriting, it is the master's, and besides, the mercury I checked in the warehouse is indeed missing." ”

Ling Lan came to Mo Ziyu's side and stretched out her hand: "Show him that suicide note." ”

After a while, Zhao Liang carefully dragged the suicide note with tears in his eyes, because his fingers were trembling, and the whole suicide note was also trembling, and it might fall to the ground at any time.

I saw him raise his hand and wipe away his tears vigorously, holding the suicide note and kneeling on the ground again: "Master Mo, although this suicide note was left by my master, there must be another hidden secret in it, my master cannot be a murderer, let alone commit suicide in fear of crime, and I hope that Lord Mo will see clearly and return my lord's innocence." ”

Faced with this confession and remorseful suicide note, Zhao Liang's emotions were extremely excited, faintly angry.

Mo Ziyu stepped forward to put away the suicide note, asked him to go down first, and called the next person in by the way.

There was a moment of silence in the room, and Ling Lan looked at Zhao Liang's back as he left, and fell into deep thought.

The other side's reaction is contradictory in some details.

The person who came in later was one of the maids who took care of Lin Qingjiang's diet and daily life, he was not very old and looked upright, but he was relatively young and began to tremble from the moment he entered the door, he didn't dare to look up at Mo Ziyu directly, and his speech was also stumbling and incoherent...

After a preliminary investigation, two of the twelve people caught Ling Lan's attention, the housekeeper Zhao Liang was one of them, and there was a male chef Miao Hua about forty years old, who was slightly taller and fatter than the housekeeper, and his body was full of the smell of oil smoke.

The chef was the last to come in, and there was nothing wrong with his expression, except that he made a lot of body movements, deliberately avoided or perfunctory responses to some topics, occasionally hid his hands in his sleeves, raised his hand to touch his nose from time to time, and looked to the upper right when answering certain questions.

When everyone went out to wait for the order, Mo Ziyu raised his arm and landed on the table to look at the door: "There is something wrong with this chef." ”

"Hmmm! He's lying. ”

Unexpectedly, she thought of one thing with herself, and Mo Ziyu groaned: "Do you think he will be a murderer?" ”

The chef in the house, if it is possible to poison Lin Qingjiang to death, it is very difficult to strangle people to death in disguise as self-hanging.

"I think he must know something secret, or maybe he has something to do with Lin Qingjiang's heartache."

Mo Ziyu got up: "Go!" Take people back and judge them slowly. ”

Before leaving the Lin Mansion, Ling Lan asked for a list of dishes in the mansion, which recorded the daily meals in the mansion every day, which was very detailed.

Zhao Liang and Miao Hua were taken away, and the others went back to their rooms, and the guards left a few people to guard and forbid anyone to enter or leave.

Returning to the Criminal Department, Miao Hua was directly sent to the dark, damp and bloody interrogation room, although she had been here several times, Ling Lan was still not used to the smell here.

As soon as he walked into a few steps, Miao Hua was dumbfounded, and was directly frightened by the various torture instruments on the wall: "Adult, the little one is wronged!" The small one is just cooking in the house, and I haven't seen Lord Lin at all around the pot table on weekdays, so you have mercy and let the small one go! ”

Mo Ziyu ignored Miao Hua and knelt down to beg for mercy and motioned to tie people up.

Seeing this, Ling Lan reminded softly: "If you have nothing to do with Lord Lin's death, you can go back after cooperating with our investigation, don't be so afraid." ”

She deliberately accentuated her tone with these two words, and Miao Hua seemed to listen to them.

"Yes, yes, the little one must fully cooperate, and he knows everything."

Mo Ziyu asked the other party to report to his family, why he went to the Lin Mansion to be a chef, how long he had been cooking, etc., while Ling Lan lowered her eyes and looked at the recipe she brought back from the mansion.

After looking at it for a moment, she picked up the pen and made a mark on it, and her expression gradually became solemn.

Mo Ziyu here inadvertently noticed that she circled some dish names and refreshments, paused and asked in a low voice: "Does Lord Lin order the dishes by himself on weekdays, or do you do it yourself?" ”

Hearing this question, the mood in Miao Hua's eyes obviously changed: "This, all of them." ”

After responding, he seemed to realize that it was too simple, and quickly explained: "Our master occasionally orders food, if there is nothing I want to eat, I will make it myself, but all the dishes are purchased by Steward Zhao and sent to the house by the vendors." ”

In the silence, Ling Lan raised her hand and put down the pen in her hand, and said in a half-joking and half-serious tone: "As a chef, I don't know who you studied with?" ”

Miao Hua is obviously different: "I, I learned from A-Niang, she was originally a cook in a restaurant, and she died of a cold two years ago. ”

"So, you've been exposed to it since you were a child, and you're very talented in this area, aren't you?"