My wife is a reborn big boss

Chapter 154 The Famous Detectives

Wu Qiong pushed open the door and walked out, just as Jie Se Ye Qingxuan and Gongyang Yu also walked out at the same time.

Here is a description of the room layout on the second floor.

There is only one staircase from the first floor to the second floor. The second floor is a circular corridor with a half-height wooden railing along the edge. This means that you can see everything in the second-floor corridor from the first floor, and you can also see the first-floor lobby clearly from the second floor.

The only staircase was located directly opposite the doorway of Wu Qiong Xiaobai's room.

Because they are the upper-class rooms (甲字上房), their row has three rooms, the other three sides each have four rooms, and there is one room in each of the four corners. In total, there are nineteen guest rooms on the second floor.

There are no living rooms or private rooms on the first floor; besides the lobby, there is only the counter where the manager does the accounting.

The counter was located next to the stairs, directly opposite Wu Qiong's room.

Behind the counter was a curtain; lifting the curtain led to the kitchen and the backyard. The shopkeeper, cook, and waiter all lived there.

For some reason, the waiter who usually keeps watch at night is not here, and recently it has been the waiter keeping watch at night.

But now, he is dead.

He died right next to the counter.

Jiese asked in confusion, "Brother Wu, why are you saying so much?"

Wu Qiong glanced at him sideways: "I wasn't talking to you."

Several people were gathered in the lobby of the inn, including the two brothers, "Ren Shan" and "Ren Hai," whom Wu Qiong and his group had seen when they arrived.

"What was the result?" Wu Qiong asked.

We've already introduced ourselves to each other after going downstairs.

"His face was peeled off, making him unrecognizable. The cause of death was a shattered sternum with a bone protruding into his heart." Jin Youyi, who had been squatting down to examine the body, stood up and explained, "A single blow was fatal; the killer was a master."

He said he used to be a cop, so the autopsy was entrusted to him.

"The question now is, is he actually a waiter?" Hu Renshan frowned as he analyzed.

He is the "People Mountain" of the two brothers, "People Mountain People Sea".

"That's the problem." Jin Youyi said seriously, "Although this corpse is dressed as a waiter, he..."

The time of death has exceeded one day.

"So here's the question: which martial arts schools have internal techniques that can produce this effect?" asked Hu Renhai, Ren Shan's younger brother.

A person who has just died can look as if they have been dead for a long time. There are only a few techniques that can produce this effect.

His brother, Hu Renshan, replied, "The Valley of Separating Souls."

"Netherworld Peak," said the man among the couple standing next to them.

His name is Ke Bei, and his confidante is Mao Alan.

"And there's Soul Devouring Fortress," said a slightly overweight middle-aged man with a mustache.

His name is Bolu.

"Perhaps there's also the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect?" the gloomy middle-aged man with a pipe in his mouth said in a deep voice.

He is Fu Er.

"Emotions are all demonic..." Abstinence said speechlessly.

"The reason they are called the Demonic Sect is not necessarily because the people are problematic; perhaps it's just that their kung fu looks evil," Wu Qiong explained.

"But... never mind." The abstainer decided to keep quiet.

Because when those people were talking, they were all looking at Wu Qiong.

"Alright, everyone go and look for it. Maybe the killer accidentally left some clues." Wu Qiong smiled mysteriously. "But remember to go in groups of two or three, because..."

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Jin Youyi continued, "The murderer is right among us!"

Boom!

A muffled clap of thunder made the atmosphere even more tense.

The rain kept falling, and the atmosphere wasn't very harmonious.

After some time, everyone gathered in the lobby and began to share the clues they had found.

"Who wants to speak first?" Wu Qiong asked. Seeing that no one spoke, he shrugged and said, "Then I'll start by throwing out an idea."

He lowered his voice: "I've found a small clue, I've found... the body of another waiter."

"Where is it?" Fu Er asked.

Wu Qiong answered slowly and deliberately: "The second floor, in the corner guest room right next to Brother Hu Renhai's room."

"Let's go take a look!"

Fu Er stood up, and the others followed closely behind.

Inside the room, the waiter lay flat on the bed. Although he had a large hole in his chest and black blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, his expression was peaceful, indicating that he had passed away peacefully.

Fu Er curled his lip and turned around, saying, "Brother Jin, thank you for your trouble."

"No problem." Jin Youyi frowned and quickly stepped forward to examine the body.

After an incense stick has burned.

"This doesn't make sense..." Kim Yoo-i muttered to herself.

"What's wrong?" Fu Er asked.

Jin Youyi explained to everyone, "His time of death was between three and half an hour, but he..."

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He frowned and continued, "My grandfather happened to teach me about a similar case. This waiter suffered a severe blow to the chest, which pierced through his entire chest. However, he died not from the penetrating wound, but from poisoning."

"Poisoned?" Wu Qiong asked curiously.

"That's right. His wound was on a coronary artery, but his blood was flowing out rather than splattering, which means that his blood was almost congealed when he suffered a severe blow to his chest," Jin Youyi affirmed. "And he showed signs of several types of poisoning, so he died from poisoning, and not just one type of potent poison."

He explained, "He had symptoms of exhaustion, his skin and mucous membranes were cherry red, and he was incontinent. Then there was edema in his lungs and his fingertips were bluish-purple. Finally, there was an almond taste in his mouth. These are the symptoms I can see right now; I don't know how many more I can't detect."

Wu Qiong pondered for a moment and asked, "So, he was poisoned by at least three kinds of poison?"

"That's right." Kim Yoo-yi confirmed his guess.

"Alright, let's go to the lobby and check the time." Brother Wu smiled. "I hope everyone isn't lying."

Inside the lobby, the bodies of two waiters were laid out together. The fake waiter's mask had been removed, revealing a stranger's face.

At this moment, everyone gathered in the center of the hall.

Su Mubai spoke first, unexpectedly: "Nothing came out."

Wu Qiong smiled and glanced at her, then said, "Yes, we went straight back to our room after we arrived last night, and we didn't leave until someone discovered the dead body."

He clenched his right fist and struck his left palm: "By the way, when we went upstairs, the two brothers, Hu Renshan and Hu Renhai, were still in the lobby. They should be able to testify."

"That's right," Hu Renshan replied. "I was drinking with my brother at the time. This master, this Taoist priest, and this Miss Gongyang stayed in Young Master Wu's room for a short while before returning to their respective rooms. My brother and I also went back to our rooms to rest. That must have happened about three hours ago. After that, we don't know anything."

"I left the room." Fu Er raised his hand. "Three hours ago, I was a little thirsty and wanted to ask the front desk for some tea. Since I was staying in the same row as the two Hu brothers, I happened to see them go into the room. I asked the waiter for a pot of tea and went back to my room. Before I went back, I saw Brother Jin come down to the second floor. It seemed like he was talking to the waiter about something."

"I was planning to get up to relieve myself and also ask the waiter for a pot of wine," Jin Youyi explained. "I have some insomnia, and I can't sleep without alcohol. After getting the wine, I'll go back to my room."

"I also left the room, about two and a half hours ago," Polu said. "I was a little hungry and was planning to go to the kitchen to find something to eat."

"Why not ask the waiter?" Wu Qiong asked.

"He wasn't at the front desk at the time, so I thought he might have gone to the restroom and went to the kitchen to find something to eat," Bolu explained. "But I didn't see him in the backyard, nor did I see the cook or the manager."

"So at least three hours ago the fake waiter wasn't dead, but two and a half hours ago it might have been different." Wu Qiong said thoughtfully, "And where are the manager and cook? I haven't seen them all night."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a figure pushed open the inn's door and walked in.

The visitor, noticing the group of people staring at him in the lobby, paused, then said, "Hmm? Gentlemen, why aren't you asleep so late?"

Wu Qiong looked the man up and down. He was dressed like a typical accountant, probably in his forties, and his whole body was dry.

"And who are you?" Ye Qingxuan frowned and gave Wu Qiong a wink.

This person is not simple.

Wu Qiong remained silent.

"Oh, I'm the innkeeper, as these guests know." The innkeeper smiled amiably. "Since you gentlemen can't sleep in the middle of the night, would you like me to go to the kitchen and ask the cook to prepare a midnight snack for you?"

"Not busy." Wu Qiong shook his head, pointing to the fake waiter's corpse on the ground: "Manager, do you... know this person?"

The shopkeeper approached and was shocked: "Isn't that my cook?! What... what happened to him?"

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