When the book-traveling little detective meets the two-faced prince

After Liu Yunhe left, Lin Lezhi's face was shrouded in gloom again.

The lake surface was reflected in Lin Lezhi's deep eyes, as if beneath the quiet surface of the water, undercurrents were surging, hiding unpredictable dangers.

Lin Lezhi closed the account book in his hand, and the bloody scene when all the bodies were found after arriving on the island flashed through his mind.

Guo Yong's limbs were chopped off and embedded in the earth wall. His limbs were later found next to Chang Feizhang's body, except for one arm.

The body was crushed into a bloody mess under the heavy door, and there was yellow powder remaining in the gaps between the fingernails of the hand that was still intact.

and.

The same yellow powder was also seen on Chang Feizhang's nightgown and on Guo Yong's body. In the folds of the clothes covered with yellow powder, there were also traces of snake bites.

Think of this.

Lin Lezhi suddenly raised his eyes, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

Lin Lezhi put the account book in his hand back to its original place, then tied the bag again, put it on his back, stood up, and walked towards the charred corpse with a determined look in his eyes.

The eyes looked down from the charred corpse's head.

There was obvious black ash in the mouth and nose of the charred corpse, which showed that the person had died in a fire.

Every part of his body was almost burnt to charcoal.

He Yu, who was sent to guard the body, saw Lin Lezhi's solemn expression and was worried that Lin Lezhi was too sad about the death of his best friend. He walked up to him and asked carefully, "Detective Jiang Gui, are you... okay?"

"Thank you for your concern, Brother He. I'm fine."

In response, Lin Lezhi turned his head and looked at He Yu and said, "Brother He, can I borrow your sword?"

"Oh, good!"

Not knowing what Lin Lezhi was going to do, He Yu pulled out the sword from his waist and handed it to Lin Lezhi.

"Thank you."

"You are too polite, Jiang Guitan, but Jiang Guitan you have to..."

Before He Yu could finish his words, a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

I saw.

The moment Lin Lezhi got the knife in his hand, he decisively used the knife to cut a long cut vertically downwards on the charred corpse's abdomen.

The moment it was cut open, a foul odor wafted out from the stomach.

Even He Yu, who had experienced the battlefield, couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose with his hands, but more than the stench, he was more frightened by watching Lin Lezhi cut open his friend's belly with a knife without hesitation.

"Detective Jiang, you...!"

Different from He Yu's frightened face, Lin Lezhi acted very calm, as if his sense of smell had lost control. He didn't even frown, and continued to examine the limbs of the charred corpse, and finally his sight stopped on the upper half of the body.

After quickly and accurately examining the arms of the corpse, Lin Lezhi picked up the fragments of the medicine jar beside the corpse and held it in front of him.

The fragments of the medicine jar appear even whiter under the sunlight.

Staring at the fragments of the medicine jar in front of him, Lin Lezhi frowned slightly, with a sharp look in his eyes, as if he had confirmed something.

Take a look.

Lin Lezhi retracted his gaze and found that He Yu was covering his mouth and nose with his hands. His eyes were full of shock and worry, as if he was worried about his mental state.

Lin Lezhi put the fragments in his hand back on the ground, looked at He Yu and explained calmly: "Brother He, I want to check the body carefully to prevent any omissions."

Hearing this, He Yu knew that his behavior was impolite, and quickly took away his hand that was covering his mouth and nose. With understanding in his eyes, he nodded and said solemnly: "Brother Guan is a close friend of Jiang Guitan, so this is the way it should be."

"Thank you, Brother He. Brother He, you still have to stay here. I will take this knife to the river, wash it, and then return it to you."

He Yu looked at his sword, on which he could still see skin tissue that had been burnt into black slag, and some unknown, foul-smelling liquid.

"Do not…"

He Yu originally wanted to say no, and that he could handle it himself later, but from the moment he hesitated to the moment he opened his mouth, Lin Lezhi had already walked towards the lake with his sword, leaving only his back.