Meng Fei carefully brought the face back to the computer desk, then sat on the seat where the deceased had sat, quietly staring at the invisible and slowly spreading fragrance.
Xiao Han moved another round stool and sat across from Meng Fei. He put his arms on the table and held half of his cheek with his palms, while his bright eyes turned towards Meng Fei.
"You want some noodles?"
"I think we should experience the scene that the deceased went through at that time in order to reveal the secret of the secret room murder."
Meng Fei took out the sealed bag containing black Wutou powder from the drawer, looked at it in his hand, and answered seriously.
"Really? You don't want to try Wutou instant noodles, do you?"
"It's just an experience, it's not really eating."
Meng Fei placed the Wu Tou powder bag next to the noodle bowl. Guessing that the time was up, he opened the tightly covered paper.
The intoxicating aroma of spicy beef noodles spurted out like a flame, igniting the strong appetite of the two people present.
"You haven't had dinner yet, have you?"
Xiao Han blinked and asked.
The heat rising from the bowl of noodles condensed an obstructive layer of mist on Meng Fei's glasses. He took off his glasses, used the provided disposable chopsticks, took a deep breath, and said:
"Lao Li screamed in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to have dinner."
"Hey, me too, I drove to pick you up in a hurry and forgot about dinner!"
Xiao Han picked up the remaining plastic fork.
Then there was a series of slurping sounds. Their foreheads collided like a bullfight without giving way. After a while, there was only a bowl of thick, dark and spicy noodle soup left in the bowl.
At this time, Meng Fei suddenly realized that something was wrong. I actually ate a bowl of noodles with this girl's family, why didn't I feel uncomfortable at all?
The memory of He Ma from thousands of years ago emerged. He Ma and Xiaoluo were already used to eating and sleeping together back then. No wonder Gang didn't notice anything was wrong.
While wiping his mouth with a tissue a little guiltily, he thought to himself: From now on, he should pay more attention to keeping a reasonable distance.
The love in the previous life has been blown away by wind and rain. Xiao Han is no longer Xiaoluo, and he is no longer He Ma. Now I am a married man.
"How is it? Have you experienced the secret of the death of the deceased?"
Of course Xiao Han didn't notice anything and asked with an innocent smile.
"Almost forgot."
Picking up the bag of wu tou powder again, Meng Fei poured some into the remaining noodle soup like salt, and then stirred it up with chopsticks.
Although this powder is insoluble, because the noodle soup is originally black, it is completely invisible after being mixed in.
Then he dipped some soup with his chopsticks, stuffed it into his mouth, and smashed it a few times.
"Hey! What are you doing!"
Xiao Han's face turned pale and she snatched away his chopsticks and medicine powder bag.
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm just trying."
Meng Fei spread his hands and said nonchalantly.
"I won't die even if you give me ten injections of poison. Besides, I only licked a little bit of this."
Xiao Han remembered the scene where she was controlled by Ai Yi to inject tetrodotoxin into Meng Fei upstairs at Scarab Bank, but Meng Fei still refused to let go. Tears suddenly burst into my eyes.
"No, if you want to try, I'll try! You can't do it at all!"
She grabbed the noodle bowl into her hands without ceremony.
"No need, I've already discovered it."
"What conclusion?"
Xiao Han wiped his eyes, calmed down his excitement, and listened patiently to Meng Fei's discovery.
“I originally thought that if the wu tou powder tasted bitter or had obvious abnormalities, the deceased would be able to detect it easily.
"Assuming it was suicide, of course he would eat it without hesitation. If it was not suicide, he would probably throw it away thinking it had gone bad."
Meng Fei licked his lips.
“But I found that the taste of this noodle is very strong. Even if I add a lot of Wutou powder into the soup, I can’t taste the peculiar smell at all.
"So if someone secretly adds Wu Tou powder into his noodles to poison him and pretend to commit suicide, it is also feasible.
"So the remaining question is, how to take out the wu tou powder and mix it into his bowl of noodles without him noticing at all?
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Meng Fei said while looking at this impeccable secret room.
He picked up Zhang Feng's mobile phone, cracked the password easily, and started checking various records.
Shopping records, call records, chat records, etc. What might you find?
The shopping record on the Chihuahua about this box of instant noodles was the same as what he had seen on the crime team's report before.
The order was placed at 20:45 on December 18th.
Signed for receipt at 9:12 on December 20th.
The Wutou powder was bought at a flea market platform called Angler Fish. Many individuals are selling their second-hand items on this kind of platform, which is a mixed bag and difficult to supervise.
"Purely natural plants, ancestral fresh and tonic condiments".
What's the name of a poisonous thing that's deadly in one mouthful?
The order was placed at 3:30 am on December 12th.
Signed for receipt at 16:21 on December 19th.
Angler Fish has everything, but it is much slower than a purely self-operated and self-built logistics platform like Chihuahua. It is normal for it to take several days to receive the goods.
What mentality did the deceased have in placing this order?
Meng Fei couldn't think of any reason and continued to look through his shopping records.
All kinds of clothes, skirts, skin care products, facial masks, wipes, toilet paper, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar... Three months ago, his shopping list was really rich.
But that all came to an abrupt end in September. After that, the shopping list was surprisingly light, except for toilet paper and instant noodles. Monthly expenses plummeted from more than 3,000 to less than 300.
Sure enough, the life of a married man is really different from that of a single man (including the situation where his wife runs away).
The shopping list is too ordinary and there is no information at all.
Look at the call records again?
It can be seen that Zhang Feng is very withdrawn. He rarely talks to others on the phone. The few calls that came in were either marked as spam or were for food delivery.
etc.
At 17:46 on December 19, the call number was 583823H, and the call lasted one minute and thirty-six seconds. This call is a little strange.
Qingmang's normal phone numbers usually start with 4X or 5X or 6X. But this number starts with 50.
Numbers starting with 50 are called virtual numbers. This type of number is usually used by salespeople. It is dialed on a computer using software and is not a real mobile phone.
Mobile software now has an automatic annotation function. If this number was for sales purposes, it would have been marked as a spam call long ago.
But there is no label on this number. It could be someone trying to hide their identity and location, making a mysterious phone call through the Internet.
More importantly, Zhang Feng actually talked to her for more than a minute. If it was a meaningless sales call, it would be hung up within ten seconds, right?
He died on the third day after receiving this call!
