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Chapter 1213 Butterfly Boy 27

Madame Butterfly's body was lying sideways on the sofa. Everything looked the same as when they left, but when they entered the bedroom, they all smelled a vaguely strange smell.It seems to be some kind of mysterious and thick rare spice, and it is also like the sweet smell of a perfect mixture of spices and rotten things.

The source of the smell is Madame Butterfly.

Lan Shuying could distinguish a familiar smell from it, the liquid she smelled in the water room, the laundress said it was not poison, and the words of the little peacock and the old doctor mentioned the anesthesia effect successively.

But, it's not all about the scent.

There's something else mixed in...

A red dress wraps around a bumpy figure, like a huge flower that is about to rot...

rot? !

Lan Shuying suddenly rushed up!

Going around to the side of the sofa, the details that were previously blocked come into view——

She saw the dark red liquid dripping down the skirt, forming a small dark map on the carpet.

The aroma is more intense, making people dazzled...

There is someone whispering in her ears, she is in a certain feast, her clothes are fragrant, her temples are full of fragrance, and the sound of cups colliding is so clear...

Lan Shuying bit the tip of her tongue.

The reason why illusions confuse people's hearts is because they are so realistic that they are not like illusions. If you recognize them clearly, it will be easy to handle.

Looking up again, she saw a pair of jade-colored feet.

The woman's toes are missing two and a half, so abrupt.

Some of the missing parts turn into streamlines and shine between the sofa and the ground, and some have become part of the "map".

Ridiculous... This is a human being, not a wax figure!

It was the product of the fusion of the skin, flesh, blood and bones of the toe, and she was still melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Doctor..." Lan Shuying called out in a low voice.

The old doctor was well-informed, gritted his teeth and collected himself. He took out the tools and medicine bottles from the suitcase, showed them one by one, and then looked at Madame Butterfly inquiringly.He didn't approach until Lan Shuying nodded, raised his hand, and tore off the red dress from the back of his shoulders!

"Ah!" the cook and the laundress couldn't help exclaiming.

Those horrible spots are still there.

The old doctor paused, his eyes obediently glanced at his feet, as if waiting for instructions.

He was most worried about the housekeeper thinking too much.If he was retaliated by that monster after touching Madame Butterfly's body, he would be really wronged.

Lan Shuying knew what he was thinking, estimated the speed of melting and said: "When I carried my wife out, I found something thorny on her waist, please check it. As soon as possible!"

The old doctor quickly followed the instructions to find a thin hollow needle.

"The needles were inserted from the waist, and the ingredients inside had already played a role in the deceased's body. There was an anesthetic ingredient in the blood of the deceased. However, whether the toxin that caused her respiratory failure was injected with these needles, I still need to do a few experiments to find out. Sure."

Lan Shuying nodded: "Please!"

The laundress quietly glanced at the little peacock, but hesitated to speak.

The little peacock lowered its head, and suddenly asked in a cold tone: "If you continue to investigate like this, what result do you hope to get?"

Lan Shuying smiled shortly:

"Find out the murderer and let him be buried with his wife."

"The murderer can't be found... Everyone present, including me, don't go out."

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After letting go of the harsh words, everyone's enthusiasm was mobilized.

The old doctor focused on the autopsy and experiments. During this period, the rest of the people could have continued to look for clues. However, the cook took the lead in bombarding the washerwoman on the grounds that the lady's clothes were taken care of by her, and the needle must be related to her.

Moreover, the laundress and the lady went downstairs together.

That means that Madam has also interfered in the matter of changing clothes!

The cook recalled another detail as she spoke, and said with a smirk: "There are carpets everywhere in the room, Madam doesn't care about a piece of clothing, there is no need for you to help hold the hem of the skirt... Do you remember, when she was asked to Sit down to eat, and as soon as she leaves, Madam yells!"

The coachman was not there at the time and had no right to speak.

The little peacock seemed to be wandering, silent.

Only Lan Shuying responded: "Well, there is such a thing."

"Yes, it was at that time! As soon as she let go, the skirt snapped back and brought the needle through!" The cook firmly grabbed the washerwoman, "You poisoned the lady!"

Lan Shuying watched the dispute, thinking:

Sure enough, in the face of life and death, pigs can become smarter.

The irritable and impulsive cook suddenly turned into a master of memory. Through several details of the dinner, she directly figured out the key to the needle's insertion into the body of the deceased.

"I didn't, it wasn't me!" said the laundress weakly.

"You're still arguing that you washed the dress and you took it up. Who else can touch it except you? If it wasn't you who put the needle, could it be that the lady pricked herself?!"

While scolding, the cook observed Lan Shuying's reaction from the corner of her eye.

She believes that she has nothing to do with what happened tonight, but she doesn't want to lose her life here. As long as there is a murderer, she will be fine!With this thought in mind, the cook wished she could open her mouth a little longer, and tie the washerwoman to confess her guilt in front of the housekeeper.

However, Lan Shuying turned to the old doctor over there - he had stopped for nearly a minute.

Are you having a problem?

Or, the autopsy is over?

The old doctor frowned tightly, thinking hard.

Lan Shuying sat with her head propped up in the middle of the small living room of the master bedroom, her right hand was pressed on the table and opened upwards, the magic pen danced in the sky above her palm.

This is not the ability that normal people should have.

Even the little peacock who had been desperately close to her before did not dare to approach her.

With her as the boundary, separate a battlefield where there is no gunpowder smoke, and a quiet room where no one is disturbed.

The old doctor thought for several minutes alone in this quiet room.

At this time, Madame Butterfly's legs had already melted, her abdomen was cut open, and the eerie sense of death became more and more intense. Accompanied by the sudden ringing of the midnight bell, everyone present couldn't help shivering.

The old doctor looked over hesitantly.

Lan Shuying lowered her head, and the shadow covered her eyes: "Tell me what you found. Believe it or not is my business. You just need to keep it secret."

"It's like this... I really can't find out what poison Madam died of. There is an anesthetic left in the needle, but it is not enough to paralyze the respiratory organs. I think it may be a mixture of two things that produced a reaction, so..."

He himself knew that he had made the famous beauty into the present ghostly state, and the result he just expressed could not satisfy the housekeeper.

The old doctor changed the subject:

"However, I once saw a record of a patient in the teacher's notes. The teacher described the smell to me... Also, after the patient died, the limbs would start to melt from the end. I calculated the approximate death time and Melting speed, the two of them are highly similar!"

Lan Shuying asked with concern: "What's wrong with that patient?"

(End of this chapter)