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Chapter 61: Fake death turns into real death

When everyone looked over, Li Lianhua looked at Zhu Shuyao, who was barely standing with the help of an old maid, with pale cheeks, and said softly:
"Miss Zhu, you cannot be resurrected, so please show your condolences. The most urgent task now is to find the real cause of Mr. Zhu's death to prevent the murderer from escaping."

After hearing what he said, many people present looked shocked. The murderer?

Is it possible that the master did not die of old age, but suffered a murder?

But this is impossible. The Zhu family has been inherited for hundreds of years, not to mention the various mechanisms arranged in the Zhu family villa, which are impregnable.The master rarely makes enemies with others, and his family also has many martial arts masters to protect him. He has been here for so many years, so he shouldn't be murdered at this time.

Immediately, the old butler of the Zhu family, Blessing An, took a step forward. He looked at Li Lianhua with a sad expression and slightly cloudy eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Where did Mr. Li come from?"

When the maid who was serving the master screamed, he came to the bed immediately and found that the master had died in bed with a smile. Without waiting for him to grieve, three disciples of the Taizhen Sword Sect who the master had specially asked to take care of him heard the news. Hao Qiuling, who has good medical skills, came forward to investigate. Soon after, she sadly announced that the master had passed away.

Li Lianhua looked at Hao Qiuling and said, "Miss Hao, have you discovered anything?"

When he came, Hao Qiuling had just finished her investigation, so she asked this question.

"I wish the old gentleman has no external injuries on his body, and there are no signs of poisoning on his face. It looks like he died after the lamp ran out of oil..."

Li Lianhua shook his head and said, "This is exactly the point of doubt."

"I saw Mr. Zhu last night. At that time, his face was rosy, his breath was long, and his body was strong. He was not comparable to ordinary old people. How could he run out of oil overnight?"

After saying that, he looked at Zhu Shuyao, the only blood relative present, and said, "Miss Zhu, can I come forward and take a look?"

After all, death is the most important thing. Even though Li Lianhua had noticed something fishy, ​​he had to ask Zhu Shuyao before he could go forward to check.

Zhu Shuyao felt extremely uncomfortable at the moment, and nodded blankly after hearing this.

She actually didn't cry, maybe because she was too sad after hearing such bad news suddenly, and her mind hadn't fully reacted yet.

With Zhu Shuyao's consent, Li Lianhua glanced at Li Lianpeng, came to Mr. Zhu's couch, and leaned down to investigate.

Mr. Zhu is lying flat on the bed with his hands folded on his abdomen. He is wearing a white brocade suit with a thin quilt covering his chest. He looks very peaceful, not as majestic as yesterday, as if he is asleep. , as if he was having a sweet dream, with a smile on his lips.

However, it is this picture that makes it even more bizarre.

Was it a dead person who assumed this posture just now as if he knew he was going to die, or was it someone who did it deliberately after killing him?
Everyone didn't think anything about it before, but now they think about it, and they are extremely frightened.

In addition, with so many people watching, if there are any signs of intrusion in the house, it will definitely be obvious and will not go unnoticed.

But after everyone came in, they found that nothing was messed up. Everything in the room was placed in its original place without any mess at all.

While Li Lianhua was inspecting the body, Li Lianpeng and Su Xiaoyong looked at each other and each looked for clues in the house.

If someone poisons the house, it is most likely to use drugs such as incense, so that the people in the house can be poisoned without anyone noticing.

Li Lianpeng came outside the house and searched around the doors and windows for a long time, but could not find any valid traces.

"Shouldn't it be?"

He came back into the house, put his hand on his chin, and murmured softly thoughtfully: "Logically speaking, this kind of secret room murder plot should have clues, such as doors and windows, such as beams, such as... …Wait, rafters?”

Thinking like this, Li Lianpeng jumped up and climbed onto the beam of the sleeping room.

Using his inner strength to clear his eyes and ears, Li Lianpeng looked around, carefully observing any traces he might find.

This look really made him discover something.

He immediately flicked his fingers and stretched out his hand, and something was grasped in his palm.

Only then did everyone realize that he was actually above their heads.

Before anyone could exclaim, Li Lianpeng gently floated down again.His actions were extremely disrespectful to his master. The butler had a sullen face and was about to scold him.

Li Lianpeng had already passed him and quickly came to Li Lianhua.

"Lotus, come and take a look at this."

"What?" Li Lianhua was pressing Master Zhu's abdomen, focusing on the internal organs of the corpse. Hearing this, he was stunned and stood up to look over.

Li Lianpeng opened his palms and showed what was in his hands to Li Lianhua.

After Li Lianhua saw what he was holding with his inner strength in his palm, he immediately narrowed his eyes and looked at Mr. Zhu's neck.

After confirming the two aspects, he turned around and looked at the people behind him.

"I've found out who the murderer is."

He immediately looked at the concubine who was being supported by two maids and asked:

"Madam, when you were holding Mr. Zhu in your arms just now, what did you think he was in?"

"Ugh..."

The beautiful woman, who was supported by two maids, was sobbing with tears in her eyes. She was stunned when she heard this and said intermittently:
"Old, sir, his body seems to be very soft? He doesn't look like a deceased person. I held the master in my arms and didn't believe that he had left me for a while. But after Mr. Hao checked the master's breathing, he said that he had already left me. There is no breath anymore..."

Li Lianhua then said with a smile: "That's it. Actually... Mr. Zhu didn't really die. He was faking his death."

A word that is earth-shattering.

Zhu Shuyao, who looked slightly dull, looked up at him, as if she didn't quite believe him.

Hao Qiuling's expression changed, and she shook her head and said, "No, it's impossible. I've checked. Mr. Zhu's pupils are dilated, his body has no pulse, and he has no breath. He should be considered dead."

Li Lianhua didn't answer, looked at the group of maids standing behind Zhu Shuyao, and asked, "Who discovered that Mr. Zhu passed away first today?"

The other maids looked at a girl standing on the far right with a pale face and frightened eyes.

When the girl saw Li Lianhua and others looking at her, she trembled and had no choice but to stand up and said with a cry in her voice:

"Yes, it's my maid..."

Li Lianhua asked: "What was the scene you saw at that time?"

This maid had a look of recollection on her face...it was obviously something that happened not long ago, but she needed to recall it.

"...Sister Ah Yue was originally responsible for the master's daily life today. Sister A Yue was not feeling well today, so she asked me to take her place and help the master get up and wash up..."

"I, I called the master several times, but when I saw that he was still lying still, I felt a little scared, so I carefully stepped forward to check the master's breath, and found that he, he..."

As she spoke, the maid fell to her knees with a plop, her head buried deeply, her whole body shivering, as if she was terrified.

Although this maid had good intentions, it was still very disrespectful in such a wealthy family to check her master's breath to see if he was dead.

The man in charge looked at the maid with a somewhat evil look in his eyes.

"Snapped!"

Li Lianhua clapped her hands, attracted everyone's attention, and said: "But this fake death is almost the same as real death. If it cannot be awakened in time, it will be real..."

Suddenly, his expression changed, "Sure!"

(End of this chapter)