Brother Rong just looked at nephew Xu with an unkind look and did not speak.
Shu Li's eyes drifted to Secretary Zhou sitting opposite her, and she saw that the other party shrugged almost invisible, and felt helpless.
Miss Lin didn't notice these details and just said: "Now that we are all staying in the living room, it means Mr. Bei is dead, right?"
It is said to be a question, but in fact everyone knows that this is an established fact.
Secretary Zhou got up and walked upstairs. Two or three minutes later, he stood at the door of the stairs and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Bei is dead."
The four people downstairs reacted as expected, and then went upstairs together and entered Mr. Bei's room.
The room was in a mess. Scattered books and papers were scattered all over the floor, and some vases and other ornaments were also broken on the floor.
But half of the windows in the room were broken. I don’t know if the mess in the room was due to the wind or if someone deliberately made it like this to hide something.
Before searching the room, Secretary Zhou first fulfilled his duties as half of the field controller.
"At eight o'clock tomorrow morning, the lawyer appointed by Mr. Bei will be here to sign the inheritance and adoption contract."
Secretary Zhou's eyes wandered on everyone's faces: "But now it is not certain who is the real murderer among the people present, so no one will be able to inherit Mr. Bei's property."
"Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock is voting time, and the final property distribution will be settled according to the final judgment of this case."
Regarding this, other people expressed their understanding and started searching immediately.
Mr. Bei sat on the ground leaning against the bed, and most of his pure white pajamas were stained red with blood.
His head drooped softly, and the thin red marks on his neck that spread from the front to the back were caused by some kind of thread-like object.
Secretary Zhou and nephew Xu lifted Mr. Bei and laid him flat on the bed. All the wounds on his body were on the front.
There was a puncture wound on the chest, but very little blood flowed out, and the nearby fabric on the pajamas was only slightly dark.
The main blood came from his throat, which was a very deep and thin strangle wound, probably a kite string or a fishing line or something like that.
Shu Li glanced at everyone present. She didn't notice any traces of this technique on anyone's hands just now.
Then came the green-black sticky stains on Mr. Bei's mouth and nose, which should be the characteristics of some kind of poison.
Finally, there was indeed a large bump on the back of his head, but due to time constraints, it was not possible to confirm whether there was bleeding at the time.
After reading Mr. North, here's the rest of the information in the room.
The first is the teacup that has been smashed to pieces. There are still slight tea stains on the white porcelain interior.
But on the light-colored carpet next to it, there were large dried traces of tea stains.
In other words, even if Mr. Bei drank this cup of tea, he would only take about one sip at most, or he did not drink it at all.
But then the cause of death fell on the other three wounds.
Shu Li looked at the others in silence. There were actually flaws in the conspiracy between Mr. Bei and Secretary Zhou.
There are obviously five people, but there are only four techniques here.
She continued to remain silent for the time being, turning her head to search elsewhere.
"Did you bring this cup of black tea?"
Behind him, Secretary Zhou's questioning voice sounded.
Then came Miss Lin's answer: "Yes. At about nine o'clock, I want to make a final save, even if he gives me some money to repay the debt."
"Did he promise you?" Secretary Zhou asked again.
Miss Lin shook her head: "No, he only said he would consider it. But his tone was very perfunctory."
She shrugged and said, "I felt there was no hope, so I left the poisoned cup of black tea."
Secretary Zhou frowned: "But I put the tea leaves away."
"It was left over from dinner. I heated it up and poisoned it."
"Did Mr. Bei drink in front of you?" Shu Li turned around and asked aloud.
"No." Miss Lin shook her head honestly: "He said he doesn't drink this kind of secondary processed garbage."
"The poisoning failed, do you have a plan B?"
Little sister Lin still shook her head: "No. Because I know that Brother Rong will not sit still and wait for death, so I just want to wait until tomorrow morning to see the situation."
In this way, Miss Lin's suspicion has indeed been lifted, if she did not lie.
They continued to search the room, but apart from the characteristics of several techniques on Mr. Bei and the broken teacup, no other clues were found in the room.
So they turned to searching other people's rooms.
In order to save time, Shu Li and Lin Xiaomei searched each other, and the other three men staggered the searches.
Miss Lin's room is very different from Shu Li's. There is an exquisite crystal piano on the table. That is probably her dream.
Little sister Lin was admitted to the art academy but had to give up because of her brother Rong's debts. This was her motivation.
Although Shu Li had already learned this information from her own mouth, she still carefully searched Miss Lin's room.
The poison packaging bag is in the mezzanine of the wardrobe in her room. It says "You will not receive medicine when you are young and yellow", and below is the description of the medicine.
After taking a large dose of this drug, a person will quickly collapse and die, and his eyes will turn blue and black. But if only a trace amount enters the body, it will be excreted within an hour.
Judging from Mr. Bei's situation at the scene, this confirms Miss Lin's innocence.
After that, Shu Li walked out of the room and entered the study with nephew Xu who had also finished searching.
Mr. Bei's study room is almost as big as his bedroom, but in addition to the bookshelves behind the big desk that are full of books, there are also some books without any markings on the covers that are randomly thrown in boxes aside.
Shu Li walked closer and picked up a book.
Most of the content contained obscure English words. Shu Li had no experience in this area and could only vaguely recognize some words that meant surgery, strength, and old age.
Thinking about what Shu Li overheard, although it is not very detailed, it is not difficult to guess after putting it all together.
Shu Li's thoughtful eyes fell on nephew Xu who was searching carefully over there, and he said unexpectedly: "Mr. Bei..."
After she said these three words, she stopped. However, nephew Xu froze for a moment, turned his head and asked unnaturally: "Did you find anything?"
Shu Li shook the book in his hand: "Mr. Bei seems to have been suffering from illness for too long and has already begun to think about impossible things."
"What is it?" Nephew Xu asked eagerly, and it was easy to see that he was a little surprised: "Can you understand the contents of these books?"
"I can't understand." Shu Li shook his head calmly: "Everyday vocabulary is okay, but I'm also confused by professional vocabulary."
