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Chapter 1208 Butterfly Boy 22
Several figures ran to the third floor and gathered at the door of Madame Butterfly's bedroom.

The cook turned pale with fright, and pointed to the wide open wooden door behind her and said, "Ma'am... she, she has been hung up!"

Lan Shuying noticed that the little peacock was obviously taken aback, his lips were slightly parted, and he looked confused, as if he didn't expect such a thing to happen at all, and was looking at the people present one by one.

Is it his acting skills?

Lan Shuying thought to herself that she could act in her true colors, because he knew that something would happen to Madame Butterfly, but he didn't expect to be hung up.

So, is the character dead now?
The Master of Illusion popped up again, without disturbing Lan Shuying, it just watched quietly from above, holding the scroll written in Greedy's handwriting.

……

Everyone went in one after another.

The cook was the last one, trembling, and reminded them to go to the bathroom.

Lan Shuying was the first to rush to Madame Butterfly.

When she entered the bathroom, she first saw a red dress that fell naturally, covering the woman's feet from top to bottom.

The woman was hung up from the ceiling with her hands up, her face was blue, her chest didn't seem to rise and fall, and a pool of blood on the ground was facing the soles of her feet.

The blood was still mixed with water, the red color was diluted, and the edges showed a pink color. If it wasn't for the pungent fishy smell, it might be mistaken for paint.

Lan Shuying was faithful to the character design, she seemed to be shocked when she saw this scene, and stood there without moving.

The people behind couldn't wait to rush in, the little peacock squeezed her past and let out a sigh: "My God..."

Just dress it up.

Lan Shuying complained secretly, stepped on the edge of the bathtub and jumped out obliquely, a cold light flashed in her right hand, the thread holding Madame Butterfly was cut off, and she fell down.

The little peacock took a step back subconsciously.

Lan Shuying grabbed Madame Butterfly's arm from behind, and the coachman caught her from the front, preventing her from falling directly to the ground.

"She's not breathing..." the coachman said tentatively.

Comrade No. [-] dog licking butler was shocked, squatting next to the corpse, first performed a series of performances after suddenly losing the goddess, and then said that he would definitely find out the cause of Madame Butterfly's death and avenge her!

She waited and watched the reactions of several people.

The laundress was the most nervous, and the cook was a little demented, and the two of them were shivering as they tugged on the curtain, one left and the other right.

The coachman is the oldest and most stable here. He is examining the body of Madame Butterfly, but he dare not rummage through it.

Finally, there is a little peacock like a melon-eating crowd.

The young man frowned slightly, sad but not hurt, giving people a feeling: this unscrupulous white-eyed wolf may be thinking about where he should go to make a living after the death of the master.

In fact, he was very happy, so excited that he crumpled his handkerchief.

The holy water in the handkerchief was squeezed out, dripping all over the palm of my hand.

Lan Shuying said that she would find out the truth, which means she took the position of detective.

"Master, no one came in just now." Toffee said.

"Did you see the process?"

"No, I was playing on the stairs, and I didn't see anyone go in. It was the cook who was delivering the milk and called you here."

Lan Shuying coughed: "When did you discover the abnormality, who can prove it?"

She asked the cook.

The cook looked back blankly: "I... I don't know the exact time, just now, I came to deliver milk to Madam, the door was open, the light in the bathroom was on but there was no sound, I was afraid Madam would catch a cold if she slept in the bathtub , just go in and wake her up...then I'll tell you to come up."

Everyone looked at the clock on the wall.

It's 22:20 now.

The driver added: "She was with me before she went to deliver the milk. She found me something to eat. When she left the kitchen, it was 22:11, I'm sure."

Judging from this time, there was no delay on the cook's journey. It was only a few minutes between her first scream and everyone being called here to gather.

There is no time to kill.

And... She is alone, it is difficult to hang people up with her own strength.

"We need a doctor." Lan Shuying said, "Madam's body needs to be examined."

As far as the naked eye can see, there are red marks on Madame Butterfly's neck, but no signs of struggle.

She seemed to be hanged by the murderer after she died.

But there is also a long and narrow scar on the back.

The cause of death was not easy to identify for a while.

Lan Shuying, the little peacock and the laundress all know that there is a kind of fragrant potion in the needle. Although Madame Butterfly's heart necklace contains hay that can restrain medicinal properties, if the potion is injected directly into the body, she will still be hit.

Therefore, when she forced herself to go back to her room, she might not be able to call for help anymore.

Just like falling asleep, you may not know what you have encountered until you die, so there is no reminder left by the deceased himself at the scene.

If there was poison in the food tonight, she would die peacefully in her bedroom.

Where is the poison?
This is not the detective's final say, because everyone knows that the housekeeper doesn't understand medicine.

"I can go for it," said the coachman.

Nearby lived a doctor who treated the back of the washerwoman's head after a fall.

Not long after, the driver brought the man in.

The old doctor checked it carefully, but he couldn't hear the actual sad scene when he said: "I'm sorry to hear the sad news. I really didn't expect this to happen. She is a good neighbor..."

"What's the cause of death?" Lan Shuying interrupted him.

The old doctor paused for two seconds, and said uncomfortably, "It's respiratory failure."

In layman's terms, it is death by suffocation.

"Is there any doubt?" Lan Shuying murmured in the tone of a housekeeper, "Madam won't hang herself up by herself. She is in a good mood today. Something good must have happened recently. She can't commit suicide. Someone must have killed her." she……"

"Does this scar count?" The old doctor pointed to the dead man's back and said, "It's too shallow, and the deepest part is on the shoulder. This kind of wound can't kill people..."

He stood up and looked at the bathroom, looked around, and spread his hands: "It seems that the murder weapon has been taken away."

Lan Shuying shook her head: "I have been on the second floor, only heard the footsteps of the cook, no one has entered this room after dinner."

She had checked the doors and windows in front of everyone, and hadn't opened them tonight.

In addition, during the period when the coachman went to pick up the doctor, everyone confessed the trajectory of tonight's activities. From the end of dinner to the discovery of the body, they all had alibi.

The old doctor touched his nose: "I'll take another look."

He took out a dark green grass from the box, ignited it, and blew the powder on Madame Butterfly. After attracting everyone's attention, the old doctor didn't explain that one kind was not enough, so he took out another one. The same way of operation.

"What is this doing?" asked the laundress in a low voice.

"I've seen it, and it's to find out if I was poisoned before birth." The coachman immediately answered, as if to show his knowledge in front of her, and winked at her after speaking.

The cook was instantly irritated, and she gave the driver a hard twist on the back of the coachman, regardless of her fear.

"Oh! You crazy woman, what are you doing?!"

The coachman suddenly turned his face, making everyone present a little unresponsive.

The two people who are usually close and affectionate broke up just because they were pinched?
The little peacock crossed his arms in front of his chest, with a relaxed and happy posture, and he was just about to bring another bowl of snacks to cheer for the show.

Especially in Lan Shuying's view, it is even more incomprehensible.

Just half an hour ago, the coachman came back, hugged and kissed the cook, and was so disgusted that he was listening to the single dog in the corner upstairs.

Turning your face is faster than turning a book.

"Bah, scumbag!" Toffee spat, "He just thinks the young one is good-looking, and he wants to break up with the cook! He's shameless!"

Lan Shuying had a headache, "Where did you learn this?"

"I saw it for myself! Is this still worth learning?" Toffee put her hands on her hips.

Lan Shuying: "..."

The old doctor tried many kinds of powders on Madame Butterfly, most of them were useless. After using one powder, the skin turned purple, and the lips also turned purple black. The old doctor took a deep breath and took a long time before taking out the last plant. ,ignite.

This time, a layer of white spots quickly appeared on the skin of the corpse, shaped like small butterflies, spreading densely on the purple-blue background, very scary.

"what is this?"

The old doctor said, "Well, poisoning and anesthesia."

The anesthesia was explained by the little peacock. The effect of the liquid in the water room can make Mrs. Butterfly speechless.

As for poisoning...

"I want to examine the food my lady had tonight."

"And things she touched."

The old doctor is very dedicated.

Lan Shuying looked at the cook, "Is there any leftover fried foie gras, Madam?"

Except for the bottle of red wine opened by Little Peacock, Madame Butterfly only touched the plate of fried foie gras downstairs.

"Yes, I'm still in the kitchen!" After the cook finished speaking, her face suddenly turned pale, and cold sweat dripped down her forehead.

"What's wrong with you?" Lan Shuying frowned.

The answer was a loud slap.

The coachman was furious, and pulled the cook against the wall: "Okay, you heartless bitch, you poisoned my wife and gave me the poisoned food! Vomit!"

He rushed to the pool, pressed his fingers on the base of his tongue desperately, and induced himself to vomit.

The smell of wine ran into the pool with food residue.

It can be seen that it is the foie gras after chewing.

The coachman vomited for a while, and asked the old doctor for help with red eyes, "No, I don't want to die, I feel like I can't see clearly... dizzy..."

The old doctor didn't dare to be careless, and continued to induce vomiting until his stomach was flattened, and he seemed to have no serious symptoms. The old man asked him a few questions, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said with certainty: "You are fine."

The coachman didn't believe it.

So, the old man found half of the leftover grass on the ground and blew the powder over.

A few pairs of eyes stared at him for 10 minutes, but the driver's skin did not change color.

"Look, I told you that you were not poisoned."

The old doctor waved his hand.

"But ma'am..." The coachman pointed at the corpse with a confused expression, "I, I also ate a lot of that plate of foie gras..."

He suddenly became fierce: "Tell me clearly, where did you put the poison, and where else!!"

Cook: "I did not poison, absolutely not!"

A pair of old lovers are about to quarrel again.

"Let's go to the kitchen and have a look." Lan Shuying said, "It suddenly occurred to me that my wife drank red wine tonight."

The little peacock suddenly widened its eyes.

(End of this chapter)