Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

They were the only two people left in the room. Alric took out a pair of very thin leather gloves from his suit pocket and put them on, then began to carefully examine every corner of the desk.

Jinchen admired his slender and powerful fingers for a few moments, then looked away and stood in the chair behind the desk, looking forward.

“Actually, the view here is pretty good,” he commented.

Suddenly, Jinchen's vision came into focus.

He walked to the antique porcelain display cabinet next to the curtain and found black orchid petals behind one of the blue and white porcelain vases.

"Black orchid." Jinchen gently pinched the petals with his gloved fingers.

"Is this the one Vincent has?"

He called out to Ling Gungun in his heart, "Test it."

[Testing...] Ling Gungun, [Host, there is no poison on this petal.]

Jinchen looked at the petals carefully for a moment and carefully clipped them into his notebook.

He thought for a moment, then picked up the pen again and skillfully sketched a black orchid on the blank page.

Alric came over and saw it, and was a little surprised. "It's a pretty good painting."

But then he saw Jinchen draw a strange mouthpart under the flower.

With a few more strokes, the whole flower turned into a hideous monster.

Alrick raised an eyebrow: "?"

Jinchen closed the notebook and brushed Alrick's cheek lightly with his knuckles, with an innocent expression, "Alrick, why are you daydreaming?"

Alric grabbed his wrist, his eyes lowered dangerously.

"You'd better behave yourself, Cyril."

"Oh." Jinchen responded and shrugged.

-

Leaving the study, they came to the living room and met Sheriff Bruce.

He looked like he had just finished talking to Joshua, and his face was a mixture of confusion and irritation.

Jinchen looked at the fragile yet handsome boy who had already walked up the stairs.

[The protagonist is a bottom!] Ling Gun Gun suddenly exclaimed in his mind, [Host, this is Joshua, the second son of Count Olga's old friend.]

He is from the Klein family of Bayar City. Last year, Earl Klein was robbed by a rebellious gang and sent his beloved youngest son here for refuge.

Jinchen raised his eyebrows and suddenly realized something.

Looking beyond this case, if Joshua wasn't the murderer, then how could Alric's investigation make him the villain of this story?

Of course, all this is still open to debate.

Bruce said to Alric angrily, "As you wish, Inspector, there is something strange about this case!"

"Damn it! What on earth were those new inspectors investigating?"

He glanced at Joshua on the stairs. "This Master Joshua said that on the evening of April 10th, he felt unwell and took painkillers from Vincent's study at around 10:30."

Bruce continued, "I just interrogated a maid, and she said she saw Vincent playing the violin with the window open at 11 o'clock at night!"

Vincent's death was discovered by his valet at 11:30 that evening.

The preliminary investigation results given by the police inspectors were that the specially cultivated black orchids were poisoned.

"Damn it," Bruce said angrily, "The Black Orchid's poison takes at least forty minutes to an hour to take effect, during which time you'll gradually lose your ability to move."

"This is not suicide!"

Alrick couldn't help but smile sarcastically, "Yes, your inspector is always such a loser."

Bruce: "..."

Bruce's face flushed with anger, but surprisingly he didn't argue.

Joshua stood at the top of the stairs listening to their conversation. His face grew paler, his eyes reddened, and his body leaned slightly on the servant Silas, looking extremely fragile.

Noticing Jinchen's gaze, she nodded politely, whispered "sorry", and hurried away with the help of the servant.

Jinchen withdrew his gaze, and his blue eyes met Alrick's inquiring gaze.

Their eyes met, and Jinchen gave Alrick a harmless smile. His handsome appearance made Alrick's sarcastic words roll back, and he finally swallowed them back.

"Let's go to the garden," Alric said suddenly, turning and walking towards the door.

Jinchen smiled and followed him.

-

That afternoon, towards dusk, they returned to the cylindrical house.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the high glass windows, casting a warm yellow beam of light on the open ground, and dust floats.

Jinchen was assigned his first official work task, which was to organize all the clues collected today and the records of the police inspectors' first investigation.

Several thick stacks of documents were piled on the table, looking quite spectacular.

"This is also part of the assessment of ability, Cyril." Alric stood at the table, tapping his fingers lightly on the cover of the top document.

Jinchen tried not to think about how much work this would require.

"All right,"

He sighed and looked up at Alric, "What about you?"

Alrick raised his eyebrows, seeing the curiosity in Jinchen's eyes.

He suddenly reached out and clasped the back of Jinchen's neck with his thumb and index finger, neither lightly nor heavily, with a strong sense of oppression. "Don't be too curious, it will bring you trouble."

At this time, Alric seemed to have temporarily detached himself from the identity of a detective, revealing his inner wildness and danger.

The green eyes glared at Jinchen coldly.

Jinchen blinked, but didn't struggle, and said softly, "Okay, but... I feel a little pain, Alrick."

Perhaps because of the pain, his voice ended with a slight tremor.

This made Alric's heart inexplicably tense, and he loosened his hand.

He turned around, took out a sugar cube from the sugar bowl on the table, and casually threw it into the coffee cup in front of Jinchen.

"You're so fragile," Alric said sarcastically before turning and leaving.

Jinchen sat there, the corners of his lips raised in pleasure.

He took a sip from his coffee cup, then put the remaining butterscotch on the table into his pocket.

The butterscotch hadn't melted yet, and the bitterness of the coffee was strangely sweet.

A strange mixture, just like Alric.

After finishing a cup of coffee, Jinchen stood up and walked to the big table where Duoxi often stayed, and squatted down as if he was familiar with the place.

Sure enough, I saw the freckled girl under the table.

She was holding a thick book and reading in the light coming through the crack in the table.

"Duoxi, would you mind talking to me about Alric?" Jinchen said.

Duoxi crawled out from under the table holding her skirt and brushed off the dust on the hem.

"Then can you let me not go to the ladies' class, Cyril?" She blinked her big eyes and pleaded, "You don't know how disgusting it is there."

Jinchen raised his eyebrows, "Of course, no one can restrain your nature."

"That's great." Duo Xi cheered, quickly took out a piece of paper from the drawer and pushed it in front of Jin Chen, "Sign it for me, I don't need to go this week. Cyril, you are much easier to talk to than Alric."

Jinchen took the pen and signed Cyril's name smoothly.

He crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair, "So..."

"Wait a minute, Cyril," Doshi suddenly interrupted him with a sly smile, "I forgot to tell you, I don't know Alric at all."

Jinchen: "..."

He watched Doshi about to run away with the paper, and quickly picked up a small wooden block from the table and threw it accurately at the mechanism beside the door.

The door to the stairs slammed shut.

"Not keeping your word is a bad habit." Jinchen tilted his head and smiled at her.

Duoxi turned around with a sad face, knowing that he couldn't escape this time.