Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 27 Blue and Purple Cornflowers

It was a near-perfect summer morning, except for one murder.

The villa where the crime happened is in the suburbs, a beautiful valley away from the world, far away from the city, there is no smog, and the hills block the moisture of the Pacific Ocean. When getting off the car, Jiang Yimian felt that the place would be hot soon. It is an elegant and delicate Hot, not desert heat, not sticky urban heat.

The police car drove quietly along a quiet mountain road. The curving pepper trees on both sides of the road were intertwined, almost forming a green passage, and the sunlight shot down through the branches and slender leaves.

There are decorative trees on both sides of the road, carefully trimmed like a poodle, and the square hedges are green and look very quiet.

The gate in front of the villa was closed, and the security guard said arrogantly that no one except the owner's car was allowed to enter.

When Jiang Yimian passed the little curly-haired security guard with the inspection box, he muttered "SB" in Chinese in a low voice, which faintly overlapped with Liang Qiu's "2B".

Colby glanced at her vaguely, and she smiled sweetly at him, pretending that he was talking about the weather just now because the other party couldn't understand Chinese.

The person who made the report was the hostess of the house, an Asian actress in Hollywood, Zeng Wan.

The deceased was her husband.

Walking all the way to the villa, Jiang Yimian couldn't help but whistle.

This is a great cause for everyone...

The property is a pretty place, with the tea roses gathered in a dense light-colored clump under the window, surrounding a blooming albizia tree in disordered light and shade.With budding scarlet climbing roses atop a scalloped trellis arbor and a bronze hummingbird pecking among sweet pea bushes, the house looks like the home of a well-to-do elderly couple who love to garden. , it is freely shrouded in the bright sunlight, appearing silent and menacing.

The birds on the landscape trees are singing crazily after the rain, the lawn on the terrace is as green as the Irish flag, and the whole manor is as clean as it was built 10 minutes ago.

Behind the trees are huge vaulted greenhouses, and beyond that are trees, and behind all this is the pleasant undulating outline of the hills.

At the end of the road is a small fountain. Although it is not large in size, it has a unique shape and is very delicate.

There was a car parked at the entrance of the villa, Jiang Yimian walked over and glanced inside the car, and found that the car key was not pulled out, maybe it was because the owner of the car came back in a hurry when he learned that someone had died and forgot.

"The body is in the greenhouse."

"Walk."

They went straight to the greenhouse.

The air there is oppressive and humid, filled with steam, and the sweet smell of tropical orchids blooming is too strong to dispel. Thick mist forms on the glass walls and ceiling, and large drops of condensed water fall on the plants. An unreal green, like filtered light from an aquarium.

There is no doubt that it is too hot for people with blood flowing in their veins.

Compared to this place, Huoyan Mountain is nothing.

"Huh—" Jiang Yimian took a long breath, a thin layer of sweat broke out on her smooth forehead, the high temperature made her feel like she had turned into a Northeast stew.

There are plants everywhere, it's almost like a forest.

The leaves were ugly and fat, the stalks looked like freshly washed dead fingers, and the smell was unnaturally strong, like alcohol boiling under a blanket.

In a clearing in the middle of the "forest" lay a man. He was handsome not long ago, but now his face has turned blue-white, his eyelids are drooping, his eyes are dull, and there is a very striking scar on the left side of his forehead. , It looks very dazzling on the pale skin.

Aiden was wearing a white shirt with some dirt on the cuffs.

Around his neck is an Asco tie, and the tie clip is set with a blue-purple stone, about the size of a cherry.

There is a blue-purple cornflower on the chest. In comparison, his light blue eyes are too dull.

Pinning flowers on the chest was once a fashionable move for Western men in dressing.

Jiang Yimian thought, so this gentleman is an old-fashioned gentleman.

and……

He seems to prefer blue and purple.

"Except for the scar on the forehead, there was no obvious trauma on the body of the deceased. The cause of death needs to be brought back to the police station for autopsy to be further confirmed."

Normally, Dr. Colby would leave directly after saying this, but today he didn't leave, "I'll go to the villa again."

When passing by Jiang Yimian and Liang Qiu, he rarely issued an invitation, "Together?"

"Ah."

"Okay!" Miss Jiang was very excited.

The husband of a popular actress died unexpectedly at home, how can this kind of gossip be done without chasing after him personally!

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Walking into the villa, there is a large foyer.

At the end of the foyer are French French windows and doors, and a large emerald green lawn is outside.

In the corner by the window is a large carved table lamp with a base and a floor lamp with an emerald green shade and long tassels.

At the window stood a woman, between the folds of the thick ivory curtains stacked at her feet, looking out, at the silent foothills.

The white carpet from one wall to the other looks like fresh snow on Lake Arrowhead. The ivory against the white looks dirty, and the ivory against the white looks like he has lost too much blood.

She stood there motionless, almost melting into the curtains.

It was a very plump woman with a large frame, broad shoulders, and a lot of meat in the hips. It was the kind of figure that Western men liked very much.

She has beautiful shoulder-length black hair, and her skin is not very white, but a very healthy wheat color.

Jiang Yimian felt that many people would like such a face. There are thousands of charming blondes, but none of them are as good-looking as the oriental face in front of me.Wan Tsang's beauty is not the same as the big eyes and pointed chin that are popular nowadays. The latter is strictly streamlined. If you walk through any city block at lunch time, you can see a dozen similar faces.

Zeng Wan's beauty, what should I say...

very advanced.

Jiang Yimian once watched her movie on TV.

A truly powerful faction, she and her fifth brother Jiang Mo are her fans.

I heard that she is not only good at acting, but also has a sense of proportion in dealing with people. She is a humble, low-key, gentle and polite person.

"Are you worthy of being a police officer? How long has it been since I reported the crime? Do you know how terrifying it is to let a dead person in your home!" Zeng Wan was very emotional.

Jiang Yimian: "..."

Don't hesitate, take off the powder!

Quietly looking at the anger and fear on Zeng Wan's face, she puffed up her cheeks and looked away.

This most basic emotional expression should not be difficult for actors.

"Zeng Wan!" A female voice interjected, slightly reproachful.

Jiang Yimian felt that the voice was a little familiar, followed the sound and saw Shen Lu by accident.

The other party also saw her and was equally surprised, "Miss Jiang?!"

"...What a coincidence."

Shen Lu suppressed the surprise in her eyes, nodded slightly, "I am Zeng Wan's manager."

Jiang Yimian understood.

No wonder she left in a hurry after receiving the call. It turned out that Zeng Wan made the call.

This is interesting, if after the autopsy it is found that Zeng Wan's husband Aiden died before they talked on the phone, then things will be a bit intriguing.

Her husband died, so instead of calling the police first, she called the manager first. Anyway, as an outsider, Jiang Yimian couldn't understand this operation.

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　　【small theater】

　　Feng Sishao: Didn't you say that this is a sweet love story? May I ask where is the love?Why are people dying one after another?

　　Daqi: I don’t create dramatic conflicts, how can you two have a chance to fall in love (￢_￢)
　　Fourth Young Master Feng: Why conflict!What conflict!Just catch it and do it!
　　Daqi: ...

　　Mianmian will stab you to death with a scalpel
　　Fourth Young Master Feng: (￢_￢) What are you thinking about? I'm talking about direct pursuit, consciously facing the wall if you want to be crooked!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)