"Daddy antique shop, oh, I know, this is the one on Fifth Queen's Avenue."

　　 After that, the two did not communicate too much, but kept silent and followed Mrs. David into the house.

　　 This Mr. Detective is an ordinary person, and Jenkins is not very interested in him.

　　 The financial situation of David's family may be better than Jenkins thought. There are actually three maids in the family. The youngest of them led Jenkins to check out the things that were going to be sold, while Mr. Detective and Mrs. David went to the study to talk together.

　　 Mr. David’s collection has many items, and each piece has an authentication certificate. He transformed a guest room on the second floor of the villa into a collection room. Rows of shelves in the room are full of antiques.

　　 The maid brought tea to Jenkins, and then he sat at the table in the collection room, checking the certificates and actual items one by one. This work is not complicated, but very cumbersome. The young maid Miss Best did not leave here either. On the one hand, she supervised Jenkins not to let him do little tricks, which is what she should do. On the other hand, she was attracted by little chocolates. Young girls always like this cuteness. Pets.

　　 Chocolate is lying on Jenkins' left hand, with one eye open, and his amber eyes are constantly looking at the master who is working hard.

　　 Jenkins made a list and recorded the status of the items that the owner was going to sell. Most of the antiques and certificates can be matched, but still need to be cautious.

　　His pocket watch was "accidentally" found yesterday when [The Doomsday Document] was broken, so Jenkins himself is not sure how long it took.

　　 I only know that when he and the maid were chatting about the cost of raising pets, hurried footsteps sounded, and the middle-aged maid of Mrs. Davide followed in the carriage and walked in with a pale face.

　　 "What's wrong?"

　　 Jenkins put down the pen in his hand and asked softly.

　　 "Madam, madam she..."

　　 Before she finished speaking, she collapsed to the ground.

　　PS: If there is no change today, it will be broken here, then this is a very standard broken chapter.

Section 229 Chapter 225 The Reasoning Method of the Gifter

　　 The two were startled, Jenkins immediately laid the fainted maid flat on the floor, and the young maid Best rushed out and returned quickly with a wine bottle. After feeding some gin to the middle-aged maid, she slowly woke up.

　　 She opened her eyes wide, looking like the abstract painting on a wooden frame, yelling in a sharp voice:

　　 "Ah, madam is dead!"

　　 Jenkins put down his work and hurried downstairs with the cat and two maids. The study was in the second hallway on the right side of the stairs. When they arrived, they saw the last maid standing tremblingly holding on to the wall and standing at the door. Mrs. David was lying on her back on the soft red wool carpet, with her right hand down. Holding a glass, the liquid in the cup is soaking the carpet.

　　 And Mr. Detective squatted down beside Mrs. David with a pale face. Hearing the sound behind him, he immediately turned his head, and then gently shook his head to several people.

　　 The emotions of the women have reached the brink of collapse. The maid Best is in the best condition. She took a few more glasses, and everyone drank a few sips before they could barely calm down.

　　 Detective Ignaz and Jenkins did not drink. Mr. Detective stood up and watched the corpse tell Jenkins about what had just happened.

　　 Detective Ignaz’s visit today is to end the investigation commissioned by Mrs. David. Because the content of the investigation report involved privacy, the door of the study was closed during the conversation between the two. The maid had brought snacks and tea in advance, but the detective who was anxious to report did not touch them.

　　 Just as he was reading the investigation report, Mrs. David gave herself a glass of wine. About twenty minutes later, she got up and was about to take a look at the documents in the detective's hands, but she fell to the ground after just walking a few steps.

　　 Ignaz was afraid of getting into trouble, so he didn't approach immediately. Instead, he opened the door and called the maid, and under their gaze, he checked the condition of Mrs. David.

　　 called Jenkins down, but actually wanted to let him be a testimony.

　　 "I will only tell the police what I saw."

　　 Jenkins raised his hand and said so, then squatted down beside the woman, stretched out his fingers to press on the arteries of his neck, no longer felt any beating.

　　 Taking advantage of this effort, he looked at the face of the corpse again. It's hard to describe what a woman looked like at the last moment of her life, but her lips are now black, and her cheeks on both sides have abnormal bruises. Now there are no wounds and no blood stains, so the possibility of poisoning is relatively high.

　　 "Did you find the police?"

He asked in a low voice, the ugly detective nodded, and pointed out the window with his fingers holding his hat: "Before you get down, I have ordered the groom to go to Karl Fax. The policemen should be there within half an hour. Arrived."

　　 Jenkins did not comment, but pressed to his chest. Because he was worried that the cat would run around on the spot, the chocolate stayed in his chest pocket just like when he was on the train.

　　 At this time, it poked its head from the neckline and looked at the four people in the room curiously.

　　 This sudden murder has nothing to do with Jenkins, because everyone can prove that he just came here by accident today. And from the description of the detective just now, it can be temporarily concluded that there may be poisonous wine in the wine glass falling beside the corpse at this time.

　　 As for the source of the poison, it may be a maid or a detective. In other words, at this time, the five people in the room, except Jenkins, who had always had an alibi and had been in this room in the future, could be the murderer.

"What am I thinking?"

　　 He leaned against the wall at the door and loosened the top button of his shirt. It was too hot in the room.

　　 "This matter has nothing to do with you, don't intervene casually."

　　 Jenkins thought, scanning the people in the room one by one. The three maids gathered together, praying constantly, while mourning their misfortune in a low voice.

　　 The hostess and hostess died at the same time within a week. Even if this matter has nothing to do with them, no family will hire them. This has nothing to do with the so-called superstition, but no one wants to get into trouble.

　　 What Jenkins can think of, Detective Ignaz can also think of. As the last person to be alone with the deceased, he will of course be treated as a suspect. If you insist on investigating the corpse before the police arrive and find the murderer, everyone is happy. The police can add a sum to the year-end report, and Mr. Detective can go home safely for dinner; if he can’t find it, he Very likely to be identified as a murderer, this is a common occurrence in this era.

　　 For the police in this era, a perfect solution to a case is a rare thing. If the evidence clearly points to a certain person, and no one disagrees, then that person can be identified as the murderer.

　　 Detective also stood quietly at the door, and the two eyes met by chance. He grinned reluctantly, the hat in his hand was pinched out, and he was worried that he would be involved in this matter.

　　 After entering the house, Jenkins has confirmed that the maid, Mrs. David and the detective are all ordinary people. With the idea of ​​safety first, he scanned the room again, and there was no color on the maids standing in the corner, as did the detectives.

　　 In the center of the room, on the wine glass that fell to the ground, there was a light green aura. If it weren't for the fact that the carpet is red, in stark contrast to green, Jenkins might have missed this clue.

　　 "Is it related to extraordinary power? Why did I encounter this kind of thing again?"

　　 He lamented his misfortune in his heart, and squinted at the color.

　　 It only appears on one side of the upper edge of the wine glass, and the shape is somewhat like a lip print.

　　 "There is no aura in the wine, so...the lipstick is really poisonous?"

　　 He thought about it for a while, stretched out his right hand to his chest, rubbed the chocolate head with his fingers, the latter squinted his eyes and made a "meow" sound.

　　In my impression, Mrs. David was very sad because she was going to attend the funeral, but she still put on a very light makeup for the sake of dignity. He doesn't know the habits of the ladies, but there should be a layer of lipstick on his lips.

　　 When it was confirmed whether she was really dead, there seemed to be no color on her black lips. In other words, the way the murderer started should be the process of going home to remove her makeup?

　　 The maids were still close together, praying and crying quietly, and Mr. Detective looked at them anxiously. Because of the corpse's supine posture, Jenkins now has no way to confirm whether there is aura on his lips, but there should be nothing wrong with it.

　　PS: Feeding over-excited people. This is what I learned from Holmes and Harry Potter. As for the principle... I don’t know. If anyone knows, you can post Li Kepu in the interim. Can the composition of alcohol have a calming effect?

Chapter 230 Chapter 226 Writers Who Occasionally Become a Detective

　　 Since it is almost winter, in order to keep the indoor temperature comfortable, there are no windows in the study. Through the glass, you can see the pedestrians and carriages passing by on the street. This is another day with bad air. The impact of the workers' riots seems to have completely disappeared, and the factory is vomiting sweat and black smoke day and night.

　　 A crouched man hurried past the fence, the outline of his face was familiar. Jenkins' eyes shrank sharply, and he felt the nut on his chest heat up. But he calmed down quickly, because Miss Miller, who was dressed in disguise, passed the fence a few seconds later.

　　 "Have you found him?"

　　 Thinking in his heart, he couldn't help frowning.

　　 "Mr. William, did you think of something?"

　　 Probably because Jenkins' calm temperament and tight brow gave Detective Ignaz wrong information, he couldn't help but ask.

　　 Jenkins shook his head, but when he saw the covered paper scattered on the table, he asked:

　　 "I'm just curious. I don't know why Mrs. David is looking for you?"

　　 "Sorry, I want to keep a secret for the customer, even if she is now..."

　　 The two looked at the corpse at the same time, then prayed in a low voice. Detective Ignaz’s belief is to have the righteous priesthood [Eternal Blazing Sun], and that prayer is familiar.

　　 "Of course, if the policemen ask, I will tell the matter, I hope this matter does not damage the reputation of these two poor people."

　　 The detective continued talking, looking at Mrs. David with some pity. When Jenkins wanted to come, the matter he was investigating should be an extramarital affair and disgraceful behavior.

　　 "Do you think it is poisoning? I mean, I also like to read some detective novels. In this case, the possibility of poisoning is greater, right?"

"It can't be concluded so simply. It may also be some rare hidden diseases...Mr. Williams, the real homicide is actually very different from the description in the book, and it is difficult to find the cause of death through simple observation. Speaking of which, there are really very few people like you who can remain calm in front of the dead body."

　　 Regardless of whether this sentence is a temptation or something else, Jenkins must fool this doubt:

"I have seen corpses that are more terrible than this. The antiques in the old antique shop not only include goldware and cleaning. Furniture or oil paintings. Some people with unique tastes also like to collect ancient corpses. That is a viscount. Say his name. Two months ago, the old man got a coffin from nowhere, and I cleaned it up with him. The corpse inside was completely dry, he was entangled in white cloth strips, and the skin The color... sorry."

　　 Seeing the young maid on the side began to retching, Jenkins stopped talking immediately. The above thing is true, but it is not a viscount who bought the corpse, but a believer in [End of Death]. This is the business of the church.

　　 Detective Ignaz looked at the wine glasses on the carpet and the maids beside him from time to time. He was also suspicious of these three ladies. According to the general situation, Jenkins has little to do with this matter. He may be able to leave after recording his confession. The detective is not new to the industry. As long as he gets rid of suspicion, he can use the relationship to cut off the connection with this matter. These three maids will become important suspects in the case. Once the clues of the case are interrupted and the detective can prove their innocence, then one of them is likely to be identified as a suspect, especially if they can be contacted. Man with wine glass.

　　 "Ladies, may I ask Mrs. David's wine, who prepared it?"

　　 Detective Ignaz unexpectedly asked this question.

　　 "What does he want to do? Has the murderer been found?"

　　 Jenkins wondered, rushing into the case, especially for the detective who finally got along with the deceased, would only cause trouble for himself.

"it's me."

　　 The third maid raised her hand. She is also young, with some freckles on her face. Jenkins didn't know much about her, and the two hadn't talked to each other.

　　 The woman looked at the detective and the wine glass, with a panic expression on her face: "Sir, you are not doubting..."

　　 "No no no, madam, please relax."

　　 If the detective does not interrupt, the woman who utters the last few words may be so excited that she passes out. But even so, she was still trembling with fear, and if she hadn't been supported by her companion, she would have fallen to the ground.

　　 "You prepared the wine, and you brought it up?"

　　 "Yes, sir. Oh, it really has nothing to do with me. The wife bought this bottle of wine from Ponton Winery. Mr. David was still there. Together..."

　　 She screamed again, her eyes rolled up, and she was breathing heavily.

　　 Several people were in a rush again, and this calmed her down. Jenkins looked at the detective, and he spread his hands, showing an innocent expression.

　　 "Please don't worry, we are still not sure that this is poisoning. Even if it is poisoning, the toxin may not necessarily come from the wine... It may also be a problem with the wine glass."

　　 Jenkins comforted quietly.

　　 The woman who just woke up, her face turned pale again: "I am also responsible for cleaning and preparing the wine glass."

　　 "No, no, it may not be a wine glass."

　　 Jenkins hurriedly said again, his eyes ran over the faces of the detective and the other two maids, and then looked at the corpse on the ground:

　　 "It may also be other places, for example, such as..."

I work as an apprentice in an antique shop, but the writer who is now acting as a detective has played an actor again. After saying five "such as" in a row, he touched his chin uneasyly, and continued to add in a panic: "It may be someone who has sneaked in. Go here, poison a wine glass, or something like wine. Yes, that's it."

The more he spoke, the more confident he became, and a smile gradually appeared on his face. "Yes, that's it. The murderer may also come from outside the house. Poisonous things may have been taken by his wife a long time ago, but it was not until just now that she unfortunately became ill. Such as funeral food, madam’s lipstick, etc. may be the targets of poisoning."

　　 "This is the description in "The Detective Knight Biography", right?"

　　 The maid Best said in a trembling voice, Jenkins's face immediately showed embarrassment, and his heart was secretly happy:

　　 "Very well, madam, the cooperation is really great."

　　 Mr. Detective seemed to think of something, and his eyes narrowed. He turned around, carefully observed the expressions of the three maids, and then approached the corpse again. Crouching down, it seems to confirm something.

　　 "This reminds me."

　　PS: I asked for a ticket. I added it yesterday. I forgot to ask for a ticket.

Chapter 231 Chapter 227 The True Murder

　　 Detective Ignaz stood up and announced to everyone: "Mr. William's words are also very reasonable, maybe someone outside the house invaded here, please don't worry."

　　 He paced back and forth a few steps, and his black leather shoes stepped on the wooden floor at the edge of the carpet, making a pattering sound.

　　 "But there are still some problems that need to be confirmed. If we can find the murderer before the policemen arrive, I think everyone can avoid some trouble."

　　 "Mr. Detective, do you already know who the murderer is?"

　　 Jenkins asked immediately, and Ignaz nodded to him, "Yes, I have a preliminary judgment. Now I need to check some of the items that everyone is carrying, can I?"

　　Of course, no one will question it. The general public has a very bad impression of the police station. If detectives can find decisive evidence before the police arrive, then the perpetrators will be severely punished, and the innocent will not be involved.

　　 Jenkins can see that the maid does not have any aura items, so the detective's investigation is just futile. But since everyone was flipping their pockets, he couldn't shirk it either.

　　 There are a few emergency charms in his coat pocket. For ordinary people, this is just a metal piece with a regular shape. But if you can hide, you can hide, safety first.

　　 He subconsciously looked down at the chocolate in his pocket, stretched his hand to it, and patted it lightly. The cat immediately quarreled with dissatisfaction. The detective saw that Jenkins was busy teasing the cat, and he was indeed not suspected, so he did not ask to check his belongings.

　　 After confirming that there were no suspicious objects on the maids, the detective asked Jenkins to testify and took out the items he was carrying. When Jenkins was searching his body, he accidentally encountered a metal-touch object on the waist covered by his coat, which should be a pistol. He curled his lips, pretending not to touch it.

　　 Since the detective is relieved to let him search, he should have a gun license. But it's better not to take this thing out now, otherwise the maids will definitely collapse.

　　 After checking each other, Detective Ignaz suggested that everyone go to the kitchen and take a look. The kitchen is not far from this room, as long as all the windows and doors here are locked, there is no need to worry about someone sabotaging the scene.