There's definitely something wrong with this script.

Chapter 16 Detectives Need to Be Discreet
After the detective changed his clothes and came out, the living room that had been trampled by him had also been tidied up. Although the housekeeper didn't like this man, he still invited him to have breakfast politely.

"I ate it on the way. Of course, if those beauties haven't eaten yet, I don't mind having another one~" The detective raised a rather bright smile, and took a picture of his only hat that was not dirty and put it on again. put on.

"Housekeeper, since the detectives are here, let's go check on Mr. Guo's situation now." Zhan Qian got up quickly and said.

However, at this time, the old housekeeper's expression seemed a little hesitant.

Seeing this, the detective leaned over and said with a grin: "No way, it's fine if you don't want to see me when your husband is here, but now that he's dead, why don't you let me see you? Besides, I got it this time." search warrant~"

He took out the police certificate from his pocket, which he picked up on the way with the police.

"Mister doesn't like touching you." The butler gave him a cold look, but turned around and walked up the stairs, saying, "Everyone follow me."

A few people followed him upstairs, the detective hung behind him slowly, and at some point approached the photographer.

He sized up the photographer several times with narrow eyes, and the latter gave him a helpless look. At this moment, the detective said: "According to the report to the police last night, before Mr. Guo's accident, everyone Just because you got lost, you stayed overnight at the manor, right?"

He bit the word "lost" very hard.

The few people walking in front looked back at him and said nothing, but the meaning in their eyes was unclear.

"Oh, it sounds like someone came here to kill Mr. Guo." The detective said with a strange smile, fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

"Mr. Gu, please don't be disrespectful to Mr.'s guests until the truth is investigated." The housekeeper walking in front said expressionlessly. He walked up to the master bedroom, pressed the doorknob and pushed the door open.

"The butler is a gentleman as always~"

The detective said something strangely, and when his eyes touched the corpse on the bed, the smile on his face quickly faded, and he walked over quickly.

The butler hurriedly followed, afraid that this man would do something to Mr.'s body, but he froze as soon as he approached.

On the chest of the corpse covered with a white cloth, there was a withered and rotten rose.

The detective picked up the rose and sniffed it carefully, then twirled the petals with his white-gloved fingertips, and said: "It seems that it has withered for more than a month after picking it off, and it should have been placed in a confined space before. A faint smell of rust. Butler, I never thought you would have such deep affection for your husband~"

The detective was serious for a while, and then he started joking again in the second half of the sentence.

The faces of the few people behind who heard this were strange. Even if they knew it was impossible, they couldn't help but look back and forth between the housekeeper and the corpse.

The butler blushed from anger, gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Gu, as a detective, please be careful in your words and deeds! ——This flower hadn't appeared when Chef Zhang and I brought Mr. They were released in the middle of the night."

The detective put down the flowers, then went to lift the white cloth, and said casually, "I heard that someone often sent flowers to your husband in the middle of the night. I think it has already been delivered, so I finally started. I said earlier that I would come to investigate. If you don’t want to, you don’t have a chance now.”

The housekeeper's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he didn't speak. When his face was completely gloomy, he felt as depressing as the unsmiling Mr. Guo.

After picking up the corpse and checking it everywhere, the detective took back the magnifying glass he had taken out from nowhere, and said in thought: "Cyanide is fatal. In addition, there are chronic toxins on roses. I have often breathed these for a long time, and after encountering When the cyanide was eaten, it directly led to death on the spot, and there was no rescue.”

Hearing this, Zhan Qian's face in the back changed slightly, she subconsciously twisted her hand, and glanced at the housekeeper beside her.

Zhan Qian was slightly relieved after seeing the butler's face turned even uglier.

Because if the roses also contained toxins, it might mean that there was something wrong with those letter papers, but she touched them with bare hands last night.

If the butler wanted to bring trouble to the east and use this to frame her to arrange these murders, then there was nothing to say.

As expected, she was still too careless, next time she had to learn from these people and wear gloves when touching everything.

Tan Xiaohe, who also looked through the letter paper and even the roses, looked through the three rooms of the house and was calm about it, because she was wearing gloves!
The detective looked at everyone present, then smiled and said, "Tell me about the crime scene first."

The butler calmly talked about the situation at that time. He was standing next to Mr. Guo at that time. He remembered everyone's behavior from the meal onwards.

Then, the detective turned around and walked out: "I'll go to the kitchen to have a look. According to your description, it would be more convenient to start in the kitchen."

……

Xu Shuo was sitting in the dining room, eating and playing with his mobile phone. The guests stopped eating the breakfast as soon as it was made, and he settled it by himself when he had nothing to do.

I was just playing around, when I suddenly looked up, I saw that group of people coming down the stairs again.

Before the detective approached, he stared at him for a long time, and then asked, "Are you the chef at that time?"

Under the gaze of the butler, Xu Shuo silently put away his cell phone, put down the guest's breakfast, stood up and nodded honestly.

The detective sized him up again, turned around and went into the kitchen without saying anything.

The kitchen is not that big, so there is no room for a few people to squeeze in, so everyone else waits outside.

When the other party was checking, Xu Shuo leaned over and asked, "How is your progress? Can you finish the script today?"

"The cause of the poisoning has just been found out." Zhan Qian did not move forward, but stood in the back row with an elegant demeanor, and said calmly after hearing the words: "But this detective is indeed capable, and the GM's entry should allow us to gain more clue."

Xu Shuo nodded: "As a veteran player, Ms. Zhan, with enough clues, the game should be quick, right?"

Zhan Qian brushed her hair with a natural expression: "Of course."

The detective was groping and inspecting in the kitchen, and the photographer who followed him in was also very concerned about this matter, but as a suspected outsider, he couldn't touch these things too much.

The bowls and chopsticks that Mr. Guo used before were also placed alone, and the food on them had not been removed, and there was already a bit of a smell at this time.

The detective lifted the plastic wrap and sniffed it closer. "Sure enough, cyanide was painted on the bowl. Unfortunately, it has been a while, and now I can't tell when it was painted on."

He smelled too much toxin just now, and now he feels a little unwell, so he covered his nose and turned his head to continue looking at other places.

Then he stared at the washbasin.

"When will the police come?" The photographer suddenly asked when he saw him looking over there.

"Because of landslides, the road was blocked for a long time. It will take at least noon to clean up. The tools are all in the car. People can turn them over, but they can't take them with them." The detective said, and looked closer to see that it was clean. Then he suddenly turned to the photographer, and asked in a low voice with scorching eyes: "Who do you think is the most suspect?"

"Chef." The photographer said firmly.

Even now, he trusts his instincts.

The corner of the detective's mouth raised a smile: "As a detective, you have to be cautious in your words and deeds."

(End of this chapter)