The entire bed was in a mess, with blood stains everywhere due to people's struggles.
After Sister Huang's body was brought back, it was placed on the bed under the command of Mr. Huang.
There was no way to investigate the area under the body, but Liang Yuanque could tell that there were no strange marks on the bed.
The people who just came in to carry the body probably didn't touch anything, they just took the body out from the bed.
Taking a step back, Liang Yuanque briefly looked around the room. Except for the area near the bed, all the furnishings were well arranged. They should be as they should be.
When Sister Huang gave birth just now, she probably didn't touch anything else.
During the production, the only things that were used and touched were the bed and the small kitchen in the suite.
Liang Yuanque thought and glanced into the small kitchen.
The strong medicinal smell has faded, and it seems that the stove fire in the kitchen has been extinguished.
Everyone is dead, and there is no more medicine to take.
Liang Yuanque was about to go to the kitchen to take a look when he suddenly felt something was wrong on the bed.
The first time, when he followed the doctor in, the body was covered with a dirty sheet.
But at this moment, the sheet was gone.
Liang Yuanque can be sure that the sheet covering Sister Huang must have been changed later, not the original one!
So where did the original sheets go? What secrets are there on this sheet?
He frowned and turned back to ask Zhuang Youjie,
"Master, did they take out a bloody sheet just now?"
"No, absolutely not, I looked very carefully!" Zhuang Youjie said confidently.
Having taken Liang Yuanque's life just now, he looked at these people closely. Although he did not stop them from entering the room to carry the body, he stared closely at everyone who entered and came out of the room.
"They first took the body out, and then sent someone in to get a sheet,"
Zhuang Youjie said,
"Well, it's the one that's covered now. When it was first taken out, it was clean and still folded!"
So, it turns out that the sheet might still be in the room, so where could it be hidden?
Liang Yuanque's eyes swept across the small kitchen again, and he smelled a hint of burning wood on the tip of his nose.
Kitchen, stove, fire?
Liang Yuanque was startled and immediately rushed into the kitchen.
Sure enough, the fire in the stove had not been completely extinguished. A sheet was stuffed into the stove, half of it exposed and the other half burning.
Damn it, just destroy the corpse and eliminate all traces, right?
Liang Yuanque bent down and took the sheets out of the stove. Because he moved too quickly, countless sparks were brought out of the stove, which scared Zhuang Youjie who followed him and screamed.
The sheets were still stained with sparks, and the flames were eating away at what was left of the sheets.
"Bring water quickly!" He quickly called to Zhuang Youjie.
Master Zhuang walked around the kitchen and found the water tank, but there was no water in it.
In desperation, he picked up the casserole that was boiling medicine on the small stove. It was heavy and probably contained medicinal soup.
He held the casserole and splashed the medicinal soup on the flames.
The fire was extinguished, but a large brown stain was left on the sheets. Even Liang Yuanque's body was splashed with brown stains all over his front.
"Thank you, Master Angzhuang. I can't have these clothes anymore."
Liang Yuanque shook his clothes and looked at him speechlessly.
"I, I'm not in a hurry!"
Zhuang Youjie was so embarrassed that he put down the casserole with less force.
The kitchenette was too small, and it was difficult to even turn around, so Liang Yuanque pulled out the miserable-looking sheet to look at 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. At first glance, there were no clues left.
But Liang Yuanque didn't give up. He still held a corner and looked at it, hoping to find some clues.
The hard work paid off, and returning the needle made him find something was wrong.
On the end that was not burned by the flames, there was a light yellow mark printed in one place, which seemed to be left by some kind of liquid.
Zhuang Youjie wanted to make up for his mistakes, so he followed Liang Yuanque to look for clues from the beginning.
Seeing that Liang Yuanque seemed to have discovered something, she followed his gaze and looked over.
"Isn't this what I just poured on it?"
Zhuang Youjie regretted it very much. Maybe some clues were ruined by the medicine soup he just drank.
"No," Liang Yuanque came to a conclusion after careful inspection, "from where you splashed, it can't reach here."
As he spoke, he pointed to a dark brown dot-like stain, "The splash can only fly as far as here, and the color doesn't match."
Zhuang Youjie took a closer look and found that it was indeed the case, and he felt less guilty.
Yellow liquid, what could it be?
Liang Yuanque pulled up the sheet, got closer and smelled it, and smelled a very pungent smell.
In other words, this is not a taste, but the nature of its volatilization.
A chemical substance, but I can’t tell what it is yet.
Chemical substances often have different toxicities. Liang Yuanque can probably guess why there are such traces on the sheets.
It seems that Sister Huang died from this thing.
Someone forced poison into her mouth when she was at her weakest.
But when people are threatened by death, they will burst out with a strong desire to survive. Sister Huang must have struggled with her last bit of strength.
Naturally, she spit out some of these poisons.
That's why the murderer strangled her neck after poisoning her. Maybe he was afraid that the poison would be ineffective if she spit it out.
This is indeed a breakthrough discovery, but it seems to be of little use in the current situation.
He had no way of judging the specific composition of the poison with his naked eyes, nor could he find any clues about the murderer from the poison.
Just as he was thinking about it, Huang Jingye suddenly walked up to him and spoke,
"Mr. Liang, I want to ask you something."
Liang Yuanque raised his eyebrows and stood up, "You tell me."
"Mr. Liang, aren't you a Feng Shui master?"
Huang Jingye asked tentatively, without directly stating his guess.
Liang Yuanque was a little surprised.
It's no wonder that he seemed to be acting a little too strange just after discovering the body.
These behaviors do not seem like what a Feng Shui practitioner should do.
Liang Yuanque knew that he had been exposed, so he simply calmed down and smiled at Mr. Huang.
"You're right, but you should also need me now."
"You are a detective, right?" Looking at his reaction, Huang Jingye knew that he had guessed correctly.
Liang Yuanque was indeed surprised that someone in a place like this knew about the profession of detective.
But if you think about it carefully, Mr. Huang is a businessman working hard in a big city outside, so it seems reasonable to guess his identity.
"Yes, so do you need to entrust me with the case now?"
Before Huang Jingye could answer, he heard a commotion outside.
Among them, there was also the sound of scolding from his subordinates!
