Pretending to be jealous in the arms of Dali Temple

Chapter 189 The way of death is too strange

In front of the stone house.

Su Jizhi's face was cold and sullen, not angry but powerful, "Boss Wu is your shopkeeper, now you describe the picture you saw in detail, is it appropriate?"

Wan Yan saw the man lower his head.

"Tell me, what's going on this morning?"

The shopkeeper was a little old and his face was dark. Perhaps he realized that his behavior was inappropriate, so he didn't react too much to Su Jizhi's scolding. Instead, he replied with a smile, "My lord is right to criticize."

"Don't you know the other deceased?"

The shopkeeper shook his head.

"Boss Wu... Do you have a hobby in this area?"

The shopkeeper knew what Su Jizhi was referring to, and shook his head shyly, "Answer my lord honestly, I don't know."

"How many years have you worked in Yuyuantang?"

"I've been here since Boss Wu opened for 12 years."

"For more than ten years, you haven't found out that Boss Wu has this kind of...?" In front of Wan Yan, Su Jizhi didn't say anything, the shopkeeper knew it well, and shook his head firmly.

"My lord, I don't know, but I thought again, if this kind of thing is kept hidden, no one will know about it, right?"

Su Jizhi knew that the shopkeeper's words were not unreasonable.

"How is the relationship between Boss Wu and his wife?"

"Very good. In my heart, Boss Wu is a kind person. Our Yuyuantang is an imperial merchant, and our business is better than that of the nearby jade workshop. As for the boss and his wife, I have never seen them blushing."

"Who usually comes to the stone house?"

"Me and the boss."

"What time is it?"

"I have any time. I manage the daily operation of Yuyuantang. When I am busy, the boss comes to pick up the goods. Speaking carefully, the boss comes more times than me."

"When was the last time you were here?"

"Yesterday afternoon."

"It's the same as before?"

"It's exactly the same. I even put a lock on the stone house when I left."

"What about this morning? Will the lock be there when you come?"

"No, the door is ajar, I was still thinking, why is the boss here so early."

"Does the lock show signs of damage?"

"No, it's the same as usual."

Wan Yan thinks quickly, she already understands the clues that the door lock can provide when solving the case.

According to the shopkeeper, Boss Wu must have entered the stone house with the other deceased.

As for whether there is a murderer, Wan Yan is embarrassed to discuss with adults.

But listening to the meaning of the adult's question now, the adult suspects that a third person appeared at the scene.

"Did you meet Boss Wu yesterday?"

"I have seen."

"How does he look?"

"It's fine, it's no different than usual."

"Recently? Have you heard anything he said? Or did something? Something that made you feel out of line?"

The shopkeeper shook his head, "No, the boss doesn't go to the store very often. He only goes there when he needs to make purchases and deliveries. I won't see him for up to three or four days."

Su Jizhi's face darkened, "He doesn't go to the store, is there any other place to go?"

"In the mansion, or contact us about the business of Yuyuantang, besides the daily operation, there are actually many things to do."

Wan Yan understands this.

Her calligraphy and painting studio has a small facade, and there are many things to deal with all day long.

Since she joined Dali Temple, the calligraphy and painting studio has been handed over to Lu Mingyu to take care of it, and she is very busy all day long.

Su Jizhi stared into the shopkeeper's eyes.

The shopkeeper answered fluently. From his answers, Su Jizhi couldn't tell that Boss Wu had any questions.

"What about business? Does Boss Wu have any enemies?"

"I don't dare to say anything else, there must be competitors, but Boss Wu believes in Buddhism and is kind to others. He always takes a step back when encountering problems. Take our Yuyuantang as an example. The income from the imperial merchants is enough to maintain livelihood."

Su Jizhi frowned, "Let's talk about Yuyuantang, how many employees are there now? As far as you know, what's your opinion of Boss Wu?"

"Okay, Boss Wu said that there is no need for many people to hire workers. Add me four people, not to mention anything else. Since the establishment of Yuyuantang, I have only left one employee in the past ten years. I resigned because of family problems. Boss Wu is right. We have nothing to say."

The shopkeeper was guaranteeing the ticket, and Su Jizhi asked unexpectedly, "In this case, Boss Wu was killed, how can you still talk about what you saw?"

The shopkeeper opened his mouth, lowered his head in shame, and murmured, "I can't believe it, this is too shocking."

"Think about it again, have you really never seen the dead man?"

The shopkeeper shook his head, "If I have seen it, I will definitely recognize it."

"If you think about it again, you really haven't found that Boss Wu has this hobby?"

The shopkeeper continued to shake his head.

Su Jizhi looked at Wan Yan, feeling helpless.

On the way back to Dali Temple, Su Jizhi remained silent. Wan Yan knew that the adults were thinking, and she was also thinking. She smelled a bad smell at the scene. The smell was very special. Why did it have that smell?

So what exactly does it taste like?

Wan Yan thought of the aroma of the osmanthus bushes in the yard of the stone house.

She was sure that the smell she smelled was a stink, the stink was mixed with the aroma, and she had never smelled that stink before, what was it like?

The smell of spoiled food?
It's lighter than that.

The smell of spoiled watermelon in summer?
Richer than that.

what else?
The smell of sweat from unwashed beggars?

It's not the same.

Wan Yan sniffed the air a few times and closed her eyes.

No.

There was no smell of that in the air at all.

That stench is only present at the scene of death.

This season is the season when sweet-scented osmanthus flowers are in full bloom. It is said that no matter the yard or the house, it is full of fragrance.

Even adults can smell it, but the stench is still mixed in.

If it wasn't for the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus to cover it up, Wan Yan deduced that the stench must be stronger.

Thinking of this, Wan Yan shook Su Jizhi's arm, "My lord, I really smelled that stench. Do you think the smell would be stronger if it wasn't covered by the fragrance of osmanthus?"

Su Jizhi fixed his eyes, "What do you mean?"

"I don't know how Boss Wu died. Could there be some reason that I can't think of that caused this smell? If Boss Wu and the other one didn't kill each other, could it be that the murderer used sweet-scented osmanthus to cover up his killing method? Does the incense cover up the stench?"

This assumption is groundless and very bold, because of Wan Yan's special sense of smell, she will consider this aspect.

Su Jizhi opened the window of the carriage, and the blooming osmanthus trees on both sides of the street came into view.

The aroma came at the same time.

Wan Yan shook her head in disappointment, "You don't need to say anything, the capital is full of sweet-scented osmanthus, and this season is when the sweet-scented osmanthus is in full bloom. There is no need for the murderer to deliberately arrange it, and the fragrance is everywhere."

The little girl closed her eyes, she was surrounded by the scent of osmanthus, but she really didn't smell the stench in the scent of osmanthus.

Wan Yan was so immersed in the fragrance that she didn't notice that her words kept circling in the adult's heart.

Su Jizhi felt that the little girl's thinking was not unreasonable, and he did not rule out that the murderer had premeditated plans and only chose to strike at the season when the sweet-scented osmanthus was fragrant.

No one knew that Wan Yan had this ability. He believed that there must be a bad smell at the scene, and he also began to believe that Boss Wu and the other deceased were murdered.

The way they died was so weird.

The murderer really might have used something, and chose this season to cover up the crime process with the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus.

Let's wait for the autopsy results, but before that, he needs to have a good talk with Mrs. Wu.

(End of this chapter)