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This is the testimony of Zhou Meirui, the landlord of the apartment downstairs.

It looks like a melancholy young man with a full artistic atmosphere, with long waist and thin legs, wearing retro costumes that look dramatic in modern times, indeed there is a lazy beauty that transcends the age and gender, but it can be revealed that this person is actually a person with those buckets The figure of the charter woman is the same as the chatterbox - the voice is particularly loud.

"I've always been very disgusted that people always come to him, and even offended Fanzi and the others, coming in and out every day, making the house smoky. Now it's all right, I'm still dying in my room, and now it's a haunted house. Let's reason..."

Zhou Rui babbled while pouring tea for the two of them.

"Get to the point." Fan Chengcheng was so dazed by what he said, unable to extract any effective information from it, he had to temporarily interrupt his endless thoughts.

"People came and went last night, but I still remember them clearly." He casually curled the hair on the side of his face, and there was a strange and charming beauty in this movement.Zhou Rui, the straight steel man who got the landlady's wife's character, fell into deep thought and began to recall the night of the murder.

Around seven o'clock in the evening, an old-fashioned aristocrat dressed conservatively or even staidly came to visit.For the landlord, it is a new face, just introducing himself as the son of a certain Earl surnamed Cai.

Well, when they heard this surname, they were forced to spoil the identity of the character, but they still had to pretend to be serious and not laugh.

Unable to hold back his expression, he had to cover his mouth to hide his smile.Chen Linong and Fan Chengcheng looked at each other, struggling to hold back their laughter.

Zhou Rui coughed lightly and continued to narrate.

After that, Bu Fan brought the other three people to collect the debt, beat the deceased severely, and then drank tea downstairs before leaving.

When they were drinking tea and knocking their teeth, like every visit upstairs, the two upstairs had a fierce quarrel.

Immediately afterwards, Justin slammed the door and ran down in a panic, and left without looking back.

He looked up and found that it was around eight fifty in the evening.

"Did you hear what they were arguing about?"

Chen Linong touched his chin.

"It's probably because I won't give you any money anymore, and I want to sever the relationship between father and son. Every time I quarrel, I repeat these few words over and over again, but I will still give you money next time." Zhou Rui has long been familiar with this, so yesterday The quarrel at night did not attract his attention, and several people continued to drink tea and chat.

At this time, the deceased was still alive, so it was inevitable that he would be ridiculed by Kong Yiji when he met the people downstairs.

And after that, it was the butler of Lehua's family who came to find Justin himself, saying that something happened at home.

But when he heard that Justin had left, the housekeeper Bi Wenjun did not leave immediately, but said that looking for the deceased was something to do, but not long after going upstairs, he came down to report that the deceased had been poisoned and fell to the ground.The rest of the people immediately called the doctor in the neighboring street, but it was useless at this time, and they were already completely cold.

Chen Linong moved his fingers when he heard this description, as if he had sensed something.

According to Zhou Rui, the narration of that night is still going on.

A few people wanted to make a fuss, but they didn't want to disturb the other neighbors because of the noise that night, and the reporter couldn't stop the matter when the reporter noticed it.

Just a few hours later, the police took the initiative to come to investigate, and ignored these people related to the underworld or the old-fashioned aristocrats when other people's suspicions were obvious. It's just to get some oil and water from the Lehua family behind him.

It's such a lousy London.

Not wanting to dwell on this topic any longer, they decided to go upstairs to investigate the former scene.

There were two cups and a teapot on the table as before, and no trace of strychnine was found after the incident.And what is strange is that the medicine bottle filled with strychnine is placed on the table so brightly, for fear that others will not find it.Of course, there are still no fingerprints left on it.

This is also the point that Chen Linong cares most about in the whole case, and it is also the only key factor that makes the whole case look least like an ordinary suicide.

Just explaining that would probably close the case.

According to Zhou Rui, they collapsed at the door when they found the deceased, and they were only one step away from walking out of the room, but they never got out alive.

"I probably wanted to commit suicide, but I didn't dare to die halfway through. I wanted to ask for help downstairs. Really, I didn't even have the courage to die."

He didn't even bother to clean up the room where the deceased had lived. Even the traces of the previous police investigation and the messy footprints left by the standard leather boots in the room were old.Zhou Rui stood in the corridor and refused to enter the room, apparently very displeased with all the troubles this former tenant had caused him.

It was the first time I saw such a despised dead person.

Chen Linong sighed.

"I said, is it because Zhou Ruibufan and the others wiped off their fingerprints after killing someone?"

Chen Linong is used to Fan Chengcheng's whimsical suspicion from time to time, but in fact this is also the habitual thinking mode of ordinary people, making inferences only based on the existing appearance rather than connecting the whole incident together.

"No, the death of this person will not do them any good."

This person is deeply in debt and penniless. If you kill him, you will not get any inheritance. On the contrary, you will not be able to collect the debts and rent out the house. These people have the least reason to poison and kill.

"Is that Kun... the Duke's son? He poisoned him in advance, and then waited for the deceased to drink tea after that and poison himself?"

"Would you put the jar of poison on the coffee table when you poisoned?" Chen Linong was already speechless to his assistant.

According to the testimony of the doctor facing the street, the strychnine was purchased by the deceased earlier, and the purpose is unknown.As a guest who came here for the first time, the earl's son could find the poison in such a messy room and poison it, and put the bottle on the table waiting for others to find it, which is obviously not logical.

It is also true that several people came to see him for the dead man's strychnine poisoning that night - opisthotonos, choking convulsions, obvious symptoms of strychnine poisoning, and the doctor's assistant can also prove this point.

The information here is almost collected, and I almost know it in my heart, so the last person who needs to visit is the so-called nobleman surnamed Cai.

With chestnut-colored hair and light-colored pupils, he is nestling by the fireplace with a cat in his arms to warm himself up. He really looks like a nobleman from a foreign country.

"I have received favors from this family before, so I sent [-] pounds that day." He admitted frankly.

In other words, the five hundred pounds sent that day were subsequently taken away by Bu Fan and the others who came later.

Although life seems to still maintain the luxury and refinement of the old aristocrats, the neglected gardens from the windows can tell that the financial problems of this manor have appeared.

——Kun, who is heavily in debt, both in real life and in the game.

The two couldn't help sighing while touching their foreheads.

His father once wrote a very euphemistic letter to the deceased who was his distant cousin, hoping to borrow some money to repair the house.

"Then I'll take the liberty to ask one more question, did the other party ask you to return it recently?"

"Ashamed to say, it is."

The strange thing is that when I didn't expect to receive a reply, I unexpectedly received a reply and a loan, and did not specify the deadline for repayment, but recently I suddenly wrote a letter saying that I hope to recover the arrears as soon as possible. The old aristocrats who paid attention to face-saving projects naturally hurriedly sent their sons to piece together and pay back.

Because it was only through correspondence before, the earl's son actually only recently found out that his creditor was this person.

The detective and his assistant had several carefully packed letters as proof.

They were plain letters typed out, only signed at the end by the mailer's last name.Chen Linong's keen comparison found that the envelope of the letter sent with the check was subtly different from the envelopes of other letters.

This also confirmed his conjecture from the side.

"Did anything happen at your house that day?"

It was almost dusk when the two returned home from the Earl's Manor, and Chen Linong confirmed the last few concerns to him.

"I guess...but it has nothing to do with this case at all." He answered ambiguously.

Let's skip this kind of thing outside the script setting.

"Oh, how is the relationship between the housekeeper and you?"

"Very good, because they are about the same age and get along a lot, so they are more like brothers than the traditional master-servant relationship between nobles."

"Good relationship with Justin too?"

"...Although I don't want to admit it, it may be better than my relationship."

The case is small but really interesting.

The landlord who colluded with the gang, the notorious deceased who owed usury, the father and son who had a bad relationship, the strange loan relationship, and the housekeeper who had a good relationship with the owner.

"Call everyone over, it's time to announce the answer to the mystery."

"Oh, by the way, don't forget those goldfish-like reporters." He added a reminder.

With all the information he has obtained so far, he has deduced the entire truth of the incident.

Although this truth may not be exciting, exciting, or eye-catching enough, it is indeed the truth.

The author has something to say:

Strychnine: another name for strychnine, Jinjiang can’t type out the common name

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My wisdom tooth hurts, my head hurts, and I have to work the night shift, so I didn’t update QAQ yesterday

The next step is to sort out the clues and announce the truth, which will be separated by a dotted line in the middle.

Because of an accident at night, I only slept for less than two hours a day... ah... even after taking the medicine, my teeth didn't feel any better.

I really hope that everyone will not get sick, both physically and mentally.

I'll make up for it when I feel better... It's very uncomfortable and my neck hurts, so let's take it as a leave of absence...