The whole bed was a mess, and blood was everywhere because of the struggle.

After Sister Huang's body was carried back, she was placed on the bed under the command of Master Huang.

There was no way to investigate the area under the corpse, but Liang Yuanque could see that there were no strange traces on this bed.

The person who had just come in to carry the corpse should have really touched nothing, but just carried the corpse out of the bed.

Taking a step back, Liang Yuanque briefly looked around the room, except for the vicinity of the bed, all the furnishings in other places were very good, it should be like this.

When Sister Huang "gave birth" just now, she shouldn't have touched anything else.

The only thing that was used and touched during the production was the small kitchen in the bed and the suite.

Liang Yuanque thought, glancing into the small kitchen.

The strong smell of medicine has faded, and it seems that the fire in the kitchen has been extinguished.

People are dead, and there is no medicine to boil.

Liang Yuanque was about to go to the small kitchen to have a look, when he suddenly felt that something was wrong on the bed.

The first time, when he came in with the doctor, the corpse was covered with a dirty sheet.

At this moment, the sheet was gone.

Liang Yuanque can be sure that the sheet covered by Sister Huang must have been changed later, not the original one!

Where did the original sheets go? What's the secret on this sheet?

He frowned and turned back to Zhuang Youjie and asked,

"Young master, did they take out a bloodstained sheet just now?"

"No, absolutely not, I looked very carefully!" Zhuang Youjie swore and said.

He had just received Liang Yuanque's life, and he was looking at this group of people deadly, although he did not stop them from entering the house to carry the corpses, but he was staring closely at all the people who had entered the room and came out.

"They first carried the body out, and then they sent someone in and got a sheet,"

Zhuang Youjie said,

"Phew, it's the one I'm covering now, it was clean when it was first taken out, and it's still stacked!"

So, it turns out that the sheet may still be in the room, so where will it be hidden?

Liang Yuanque's gaze swept over the small kitchen again, and the tip of his nose smelled a hint of burning firewood.

Kitchen, stove, fire?

Liang Yuanque was startled and immediately rushed into the small kitchen.

Sure enough, the fire in the stove has not been completely extinguished, and a sheet is stuffed in the stove, half exposed, and half burned.

Fuck, it's just ruined and destroyed, isn't it?

Liang Yuanque bent down to take the sheet out of the stove, and because the action was too urgent, countless sparks were brought out of the stove, which frightened Zhuang Youjie, who followed up, screamed.

The sheets were still stained with sparks, and the flames were eroding the rest of the sheets.

"Bring water!" He hurriedly greeted Zhuang Youjie.

Young Master Zhuang walked around the kitchen and found the water tank, but there was no water in it.

In a hurry, he picked up the casserole on the small stove for boiling medicine, which was heavy, and it was estimated that there was medicinal soup.

He held the casserole and splashed the medicinal soup on the flames with a bang.

The fire was extinguished, but there was a large brown stain of water on the sheet, and even the Liangyuan finch on the side was splashed with brown traces on the front.

"Thank you, Young Master Angzhuang, I can't ask for this dress."

Liang Yuanque shook his clothes and looked at him speechlessly.

"I, I'm not in a hurry!"

Zhuang Youjie was very embarrassed, and his hand that put down the casserole was lighter.

The small kitchen was too small, and it was difficult to even turn around, so Liang Yuanque dragged the miserable-looking sheet out to check it.

There were blood stains on the sheets, as well as traces of the medicinal soup just now, and the lower half had been burned, so at first glance there were no clues left.

But Liang Yuanque didn't give up, he still pinched a horn and looked at it, and it was good to find a little clue.

The hard work paid off, and returning the needle allowed him to find the slightest wrong.

At the end where the flame did not reach, there was a pale yellow mark that appeared to have been left by some kind of liquid.

Zhuang Youjie wanted to make up for his mistakes, so he followed Liang Yuanque to find clues from the beginning.

Seeing that Liang Yuanque seemed to have found something, he followed his gaze and looked over,

"This, I can't have just splashed it, right?"

Zhuang Youjie regretted it very much, maybe some clues were ruined by the brew of medicine he had just made.

"No," Liang Yuanque carefully identified and concluded, "from where you splashed, you can't splash here." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to a dark brown dotted smudge, "The farthest you can fly here is the only way to fly, and the color doesn't match." ”

Zhuang Youjie took a closer look, but it was indeed the case, and the guilt in his heart was a little less.

What would the yellow liquid be?

Liang Yuanque, pulling up the sheet, got closer and sniffed it, and smelled a very pungent smell.

Or rather, it's not a taste, it's the nature of its volatilization.

A chemical substance, but it is not possible to tell what it is at the moment.

Chemicals often have different levels of toxicity, and Liang Yuanque can probably guess why there are traces on the sheets.

Sister Huang seems to have died from this thing.

Someone forcibly poured poison into her mouth when she was at her weakest.

But when people are threatened with death, they will burst out with a strong desire to survive, and Sister Huang should be struggling with the last bit of strength.

Naturally, some of these poisons were spit out by her.

That's why the murderer grabbed her neck again after poisoning, probably because he was afraid that the poison would be spit out by her, and it would have no effect.

This is indeed a breakthrough discovery, but it doesn't seem to be of much use to the current situation.

He had no way to determine the specific composition of the poison with the naked eye, nor could he find clues related to the murderer from the medicine.

Just thinking about it, Huang Jingye suddenly walked up to him and spoke,

"Mr. Liang, there are some things I want to ask you."

Liang Yuanque raised his eyebrows and stood up, "You say." ”

"Mr. Liang, it's not Mr. Feng Shui, right?"

Huang Jingye asked tentatively, but did not directly say his guess.

Liang Yuanque was a little surprised in his heart.

It's no wonder that he seemed to be acting a little too strange after the body was found just now.

These behaviors don't look like what a feng shui master should do.

Liang Yuanque knew that he was exposed, so he simply calmed down and smiled at Master Huang,

"You guessed right, but you should be able to use me now."

"You're a detective, aren't you?" Looking at his reaction, Huang Jingye knew that he had guessed correctly.

Liang Yuanque was indeed surprised that there were people in such a place who knew the profession of detective.

But if you think about it carefully, Master Huang is a businessman who works hard in a big city outside, and it seems reasonable to be able to guess his identity.

"Yes, so you need to entrust me with the case now?"

Before Huang Jingye could answer, he heard a commotion outside.

Among them, there is also the sound of his subordinates scolding!