"Master Zhuang, come in." Liang Yuanque called him in the room.
"Ah?" Zhuang Youjie was stunned for a moment, and had no choice but to walk inside.
He deliberately looked away to stop himself from looking at and thinking about the body on the ground, and he felt less afraid.
When Liang Yuanque saw him coming, he said to him, "Smell the smell in the room. Do you feel anything strange?"
Hearing this, Zhuang Youjie sniffed and sniffed hard.
"It just smells like flowers, but it's a bit strange to mix the scents of so many flowers together."
"Do you think the taste is strong?" Liang Yuanque asked again.
Zhuang Youjie asked after smelling it and feeling it carefully, "If you want to say it's strong, it shouldn't be considered strong. After all, it's all the natural flavor of flowers."
As he spoke, he walked around the room in a small area. Sure enough, you could smell the smell more clearly when you were closer to the flowers.
Liang Yuanque listened to his feedback and patted his shoulder, "Good job, Ah Lu."
"Well, then I...hey, wait a minute, what do you want to call me?"
Zhuang Youjie was angrily training him behind him, but Liang Yuanque ignored him at all and insisted on his own judgment in his heart.
Liang Yuanque has a good nose since he was a child, so his sense of taste is beyond ordinary people.
When he was with his master in the past, his master would often pull out a piece of clothing that he had not worn for a long time from the drawer and ask him to judge by the smell whether it had been washed after last wearing.
Of course, they are usually not washed, and Liang Yuanque is often irritated by the smell of old sweat until he feels like vomiting.
His sensitive sense of smell had actually been declining after his body started to feel weird.
But now when compared with Zhuang Youjie, it can be seen that even though his sense of smell has declined, it is still a little stronger than ordinary people.
Because the floral fragrance he smelled in this room was very strong, and behind the floral fragrance, there seemed to be some other smells hidden.
But because there were flowers everywhere in the room, it was difficult for him to determine the source of the smell.
Then we can only focus on the corpse first.
He didn't care about Zhuang Youjie behind him who was chattering away endlessly, and directly lifted the sheet covering the body.
The corpse suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Zhuang Youjie was so frightened that he took a step back, but at least he grew stronger and did not cry out.
This is a little boy who looks to be only about ten years old. He has no obvious trauma on his body. He is lying quietly with his eyes closed. At first glance, he looks like he is asleep.
Liang Yuanque put his hand on his neck and touched it. Not only was it soft, but there was even a hint of warmth. The man had just died.
If they had arrived earlier, they might have been able to save his life.
Liang Yuanque looked at the little boy and sighed, then raised his head and asked the servant outside the door,
"Did your young master die suddenly?"
"Yes." The servant nodded.
"Then did he behave strangely before his death?"
"This..." The servant frowned, "I don't know about this. I'll call the grandma who takes care of the young master and ask!"
Liang Yuanque waved his hand to the servants to call someone quickly, while he continued to check the body.
He picked up one of the hands of the corpse. The small hand was soft and delicate. It must have never come into contact with anything irritating.
Under normal circumstances, if there are no external injuries on the body and the death occurred suddenly, two possibilities, poisoning and acute illness, can basically be considered.
This young master is white and fat and does not look like he is sick.
It was summer at this time, and the clothes the corpse wore were relatively thin. As soon as Liang Yuanque picked up the corpse's hand, the sleeves on the corpse slipped down, exposing a section of his wrist.
Liang Yuanque frowned as he looked at his wrist, held it in front of his eyes and observed it carefully.
There was a strange red rash on the child's white and fat wrist.
Zhuang Youjie also pretended to be brave and squatted next to Liang Yuanque. The corpse did not look scary. Although he was still a little taboo in his heart, he was not that scared.
"Does this kid have a skin disease? Did he die from it?"
Liang Yuanque frowned, "It's unlikely. I think it was poisoning."
As he spoke, he put down the corpse's hand and went to unbutton the corpse's clothes. As expected, there was also a red rash on the corpse's chest.
The rash on the chest was much more serious than the one on the arms, and there were faint signs of festering.
Zhuang Youjie couldn't help but hissed, "Be careful, it will be bad if this injury is poisonous."
Liang Yuanque was already in poor health, and even if he was poisoned, it would be difficult even for Da Luo to save him.
"It's okay," Liang Yuanque said softly, "I won't die even if I'm poisoned."
Liang Yuanque has always been very fond of emphasizing that he will not die, and he doesn't know where he gets his confidence.
He took off the entire top of the corpse and found that there was a red rash not only on the chest but also on the waist.
He frowned and made a basic judgment about this poison in his heart.
In order to prove his suspicion, he pinched open the corpse's mouth and checked the inside of the mouth.
Zhuang Youjie couldn't bear to look directly, so he turned his head.
This young master is in the period of teeth replacement. His teeth are uneven and his gums are faintly purple.
Liang Yuanque muttered an offence, then picked up the body's mouth and looked inside carefully, and sure enough found several traces of ulcers.
At this moment, the servant came over with an old woman in plain clothes and called them at the door.
Liang Yuanque was concentrating on looking at the corpse. He didn't look up and just said casually, "Come in."
The old grandma was trembling at the door and said carefully, "Sir, sir, can I not go in?"
Liang Yuanque then raised his eyes and glanced at her, "Why, this is the young master you take care of day and night, and even you are jealous of him?"
The old grandma looked a little scared, "Oh, that's not what I meant. I'm not jealous of the young master, I'm jealous of this room!"
Liang Yuanque had been curious since the servant said this just now. At this moment, he did not embarrass the old woman and walked to the door by himself.
"How many people have died in this room?"
The old grandma thought for a while, "Including the young master, how can we get three or four?"
"They all died in the same way?" Liang Yuanque leaned on the door frame and looked at her.
"Oops, more or less," the old mama didn't dare to finish her words, "After all, I haven't seen the others, but they all died suddenly and violently."
Liang Yuanque nodded and brought the question back to the beginning, "Here, tell me if the young master had any strange behavior before his death, including any symptoms."
When it comes to symptoms, this old woman understands it.
"The young master has been having nightmares for a long time. He can't sleep well every night, so he often feels dizzy and has headaches. Even after drinking a lot of soups and medicines, it doesn't get better."
"Then do you know about the rash on his body?"
Grandma nodded and said, "I know, I reported this matter to the old lady, and the old lady gave me some ointment and asked me to apply it on the young master every day, but..."
"But it's not good?" Liang Yuanque answered her question.
Grandma nodded and said no more.
"Did the people who died in this room have any rashes on their bodies?"
Grandma looked confused and didn't look like she was telling lies. "Uncle, I really don't know. I only came to work in the Lin family this year."
It seems that we need to find someone who knows the situation. Just as Liang Yuanque was thinking about it, he heard a familiar clear female voice,
"Yes, the people who died before also had rashes on their bodies!"
