Simply close the glass cabinet door of the bookshelf and turn around to go to the next room.
Before that, he knocked on all four walls of the study, but found nothing unusual. Although it took him a precious minute, it at least completely ruled out the possibility of a secret room.
He had an instinctive intuition: the next room was the key to breaking the situation.
…
One minute later.
With the light from the flashlight, Jian Yan fell into silence as he looked at the scene in front of him.
Even when he was the sloppiest, he was not even half as good as the owner of the room.
Because this is so messy!
There is a strong aroma of wine in the air. Although I don't drink alcohol at all, I can still smell the type of wine from this smell - the aged kind.
Compared with the study room, this bedroom is obviously much more complicated.
Like the master bedrooms of most modern houses, there was a row of light-colored mahogany wardrobes on the right side of the door. The faint aroma of sawdust was suppressed by the smell of wine lees, and he could hardly smell the mahogany smell.
In front of the wardrobe is a European-style solid wood double bed, which was quite popular in the homes of wealthy people at that time.
Two pillows were scattered on the ground, while the quilt was half on the bed and half hanging on the ground. There were a lot of traces of rice wine on the corners of the quilt, which just covered the two empty wine jars that had been poured on the floor.
At a glance, the entire room was littered with glass fragments, and I didn’t know where they came from.
"Well..." He walked to the closet and opened the door. There were only two large nightgowns hanging on hangers inside:
The owner of the clothes is about 180cm tall, and the style is male. The feel of the mink velvet reveals its expensive price.
The owner of the room was not the deceased, which also ruled out the possibility of being a servant in the villa.
Luxurious decoration, special nightgown, relatively tall figure...
"Ye Wuchen's room, or his son?" Jian Yi picked up the empty wine jar and smelled it carefully. Yes, it was the smell of rice wine.
This made him even more convinced of his guess: During the Republic of China, people who could drink rice wine could not be servants at all. At that time, the traffickers and lackeys drank the cheapest liquor, and high-quality rice wine could even be used as a kind of liquor.
Luxurious wines appear in various business venues.
The identity of the room owner can only be the head of the family, Ye Wuchen, or his son.
He quickly and easily bypassed the broken glass and moved his gaze to the floor-to-ceiling window facing the door.
As he expected, the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was shrouded in darkness. The weak light of the flashlight seemed insignificant after passing through the thick glass. It was almost impossible to find clues from outside the villa.
"Why does this glass shard look like a window?" Jian Yan knocked on the window a few times with his fist, "No, tempered glass can't be broken at all..."
"The shape is irregular, but the size is large, like it was smashed..." Jian Jian picked up a piece of debris, turned it over and looked at it.
[Name: Glass Shards]
[Type: Other]
[Quality: garbage]
[Explanation: The fragments of some kind of glass container look like they were smashed]
[Can the script be brought out: No]
[Note: There is solidified red liquid remaining on one side of the fragment, the composition is unknown]
Jian Yan threw the fragments back to the ground, wiped his hands and complained: "The ingredients are unknown, even a fool can smell it and it's human blood, okay?"
A seriously ill son, an old doctor hired, a rich man proposing marriage, a messy room and blood...
He vaguely pieced together a complete story from this information.
but……
[Task 1: Find all participants in the murder]
[Task 2: Restore the entire process of the murder]
[Task 3: Find out the reason for the strange phenomenon in this villa]
Jian Jian flipped through the three main tasks and walked out of the bedroom without finding anything.
Still no information about the others.
There are more than forty minutes left.
"Bah..."
Jian Yi stood in the middle of the two corridors and stopped moving forward.
A strange scraping sound echoed on the second floor, sounding like a steel ruler sliding across the floor.
The sound of rustling movements echoed on the floor. Due to the small number of rooms and the emptiness, the originally small sound was extremely noticeable and made it impossible for him to determine the specific location of the source of the sound.
The simple brain runs at high speed:
Corridor, tiptoeing... Since this person is trying to hide his footsteps, he must have stepped on something in the dark...
This thing needs to meet two conditions: the sound it makes is very shrill and harsh, and it is difficult to be noticed in the dark.
Glass shards.
It's behind!
Jian Yi clenched the flashlight in his hand, turned around, and kicked the man right in the body.
A pungent smell of wine rushed straight into Jian's sinuses, and he could no longer guess how long it had been since this man took a shower.
"It's not me, it's not me!"
The man fell to the ground and let out a slightly crazy roar. The voice seemed very old: "Why, why is it only me!"
This man's mental condition is no longer normal.
Jian Yi immediately made his own judgment: subdue him immediately.
The moment Jian Yi took action, the man suddenly jumped up to resist. He pinched a slender piece of glass in his hand and pricked his hand with blood.
Jian Jian dodged to avoid the man's thrust, grabbed forward with his right hand, and pinched the opponent's left wrist that suddenly attacked, making him unable to move.
The man looked at him and could not pull his hand out. He was a little annoyed and did not throw away his left hand. Instead, he made a fist with his right hand and hit Jian Yi directly on the head.
But the drunk maniac suffers from the loss of his reflexes after all.
Excessive drinking caused his reaction, strength and other physical functions to decline. He simply tilted his head and easily dodged the man's jab. He tripped the opponent with his left foot and swept him to the ground.
Jian Yi was relaxed and calm here, but the man was not so lucky.
When he fell, his head hit the ground firmly on the hard marble floor, and he grinned in pain.
But fortunately, this collision brought him back to his senses and prevented him from further becoming drunk and crazy.
"Hmm... the alcoholic lunatic who lives in the villa." After doing the actions just now, Jian glanced at the glass shards on the ground, which had been completely dyed red by the man's blood, "he is really a ruthless person."
Jian Jian did not pull the man up immediately, but shined the light of the flashlight directly on him:
The man is relatively tall, about 1.8m tall, with a sturdy back and waist, and a tall and fat figure.
He was wearing a black robe and mandarin jacket, with traces of rice wine still vaguely visible on the corners.
The lower body is covered in cotton trousers and shoes of the same color, tightly wrapped, like a Northeastern man in winter.
"No, no..."
The man lay on the ground breathing heavily and kept talking nonsense.
