Chapter 2572 Dear Mr. Detective 23
Alric, covered in the smell of blood, returned to the room in the base where he occasionally rested.
He closed the door behind him and prepared to take off his blood-stained coat and shirt and clean himself up.
wrong……
someone!
Alric reacted quickly and reached for the dagger at his waist.
But he still couldn't dodge in time and was pressed against the door by Jin Chen who came up from behind. His wrist was clamped and the dagger fell.
"Hello again, baby." A familiar voice sounded close to his ear.
"Damn it!" Alric cursed with gritted teeth, his lungs almost exploding with anger.
He could not accept being controlled by the same person again and again!
So he struggled and twisted fiercely, using all his skills to try to fight back and escape.
But the result was no different from the previous times.
The bloody shirt was roughly torn off and thrown aside. He was pressed firmly against the cold door panel. His naked upper body felt the chill of the door panel and the warmth from the chest of the person behind him.
"You still haven't learned your lesson, but that's true, you are..."
Jinchen's lips brushed against Alric's earlobe, leaving behind a few small kisses, and then slid to the slightly raised bone at the back of his neck and bit it.
"The famous Scarlet Gentleman Croft, and..."
He paused deliberately before slowly uttering the second half of the sentence, "Respected Inspector Alrick."
Alric was stunned in disbelief. He didn't expect that both identities would be exposed at the same time.
When Bai Tian's identity was mentioned, he inevitably thought of Cyril who was still waiting for him in the cylindrical room.
That innocent blond young man who was very dependent on him.
Jinchen was so familiar with him that he could sense what Alric was thinking from his absent-mindedness. The smile in his eyes under the mask deepened, and his fingertips gently brushed across Alric's heart, where the teeth marks were left last time.
There is a slight arch under the palm of your hand, and you can feel the violent beating of your heart.
"Who are you thinking about, my Mr. Inspector?" Jin Chen whispered ambiguously, "Are you still thinking about someone else when you are in my arms?"
"Damn bastard! Let me go! I'll kill you! Chop you into eight pieces and throw you into the canal to feed the fish!"
Alric cursed, struggling harder than ever before, desperately trying to break free from his restraints.
Jinchen turned a deaf ear to his angry scolding and left some indecent marks on Alrick's neck and shoulders.
"Answer me, baby," he pressed stubbornly. "Who are you thinking about? Hmm?"
Alric's heart was filled with rage, but his body reacted shamefully to the teasing.
He raised his head weakly, his neck stretched out a fragile line, and his Adam's apple rolled.
In a trance, a feeling of confusion and absurdity arises.
The powerful danger behind him, the man in black who was toying with him wantonly, and the gentle Cyril in his mind... began to blur and overlap, causing him to feel extremely split and dizzy.
[The villain's heart rate is detected +5, totaling 55! 】
Alric heard the gentle whispers in his ears again, which sounded very much like the whispers Cyril usually made when he was moved.
"Alric..."
Jinchen bit his Adam's apple.
Alric's green pupils suddenly shrank, his body twitched, and he felt pain and numbness, like a fish stranded on the shore, releasing his murderous intent.
Then, his eyes went dark and his body went limp.
Jinchen picked up the person and gently placed him on the bed in the room, which was not very spacious but clean enough.
He leaned over, took off his mask, and placed a long and passionate kiss on the corner of Alric's bloodless lips.
"It's time to rest, my dear Inspector."
Jinchen took out the looted Griffin Medal from his bosom and stuffed it into Alric's empty palm.
After doing all this, he climbed out of the window and disappeared into the deep night of Beiyaer City.
He had given Alric enough clues and hints.
Now, it depends on whether his detective can guess his identity.
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The night was as dark as ink. Jinchen climbed over the fence surrounding the manor and landed on the lawn.
Compared to the daytime, more stories obviously happen in the manor at night.
The purpose of Jinchen's trip is to spy on the secrets hidden under the cover of night.
He had just sneaked in and had not even had time to go to the pavilion in the garden as planned when he discovered an unexpected target.
Butler Edgar, carrying a dim lantern, left the side door of the main hall in a hurry.
At this point in time, such behavior is obviously not normal.
Jinchen didn't follow.
"How persistent!" Ling Gungun muttered in his mind. "Does this count as going against the grain?"
The corners of Jinchen's lips curved slightly.
[The idiom is used well, showing progress.]
[Hey, hey,] Ling Gun Gun was a little embarrassed, but also a little proud. [I think so too!]
Edgar was completely unaware that he was being followed.
He crossed the path and came to the double wooden door embedded in the hillside. He skillfully opened the copper lock on the door, pushed it open and walked in.
It is the underground wine cellar of the manor.
Jinchen slipped in like a fish and hid in the shadows cast by rows of oak wine racks.
The interior of the wine cellar is spacious, the dome is high, and the temperature is obviously much lower than outside.
Edgar went to get the wine. Jinchen planned to find out who his accomplice was when he was making the deal. He yawned boredly and rubbed his cold nose.
He leaned against the cold stone wall, thinking that next to the wine cellar or underground, there was probably an ice room used to store ice in winter.
Thinking of this, Jinchen paused slightly and stood up straighter.
ice……
[Zero, retrieving the previous case logs, which contain the description of Vincent's poison and manner of death.]
[Ah! Okay host!] Ling Gun Gun responded immediately, presenting a clip of the original plot recorded at that time.
...Non-oral ingestion poisoning, with a prolonged onset of toxicity, is presumed to be inhalation of gas or skin contact poisoning. However, subsequent surface examination has temporarily ruled out the possibility of strong gas inhalation poisoning..."
Jinchen's eyelashes trembled and he tilted his head.
At first, neither he nor Alric delved into the somewhat vague conclusion.
After all, Vincent was the son of a distinguished earl, and the autopsy at the time did not dare to damage the body too much, so the conclusion was understandably conservative.
But what if... it's ice?
Concentrate the venom and freeze it into thin ice, then place it somewhere, such as in a book.
When Vincent turned to that page and ran his fingers over the words, the body temperature from his fingertips would melt the ice particles, allowing the toxin to penetrate into his body.
When the ice melts, only a tiny trace of water is left, which will soon evaporate and disappear without leaving any trace.
Therefore, no poisoned food or utensils were found at the scene, which is consistent with the characteristic that the toxin takes effect slowly.
The murderer did not need to stay in Vincent's study for a long time to accomplish all this. He just needed to know which book Vincent would read at night and look for an opportunity to put the ice.
Thinking of this, Jinchen looked at Edgar again who was carefully selecting the wine collection, and decided to leave the wine cellar first and look for a nearby ice room.
