Chapter 2587 Dear Mr. Detective 38

On the return carriage, Jinchen spread out the notebook with only a few pages left on his knees and carefully read it from the beginning, page by page.

His fingertips slid across those time points, character relationships and fragments of clues, embedding the new information provided by Julian into the original reasoning framework.

When we returned to the cylindrical room, it was already late at night.

Duoxi had already gone to bed and it was quiet downstairs.

Jinchen tiptoed up to the second floor and opened the door.

To his surprise, there was a dim light on in the room.

Alric, who claimed that he had to go to the black market to deal with an urgent matter and was expected to be back for a long time, was standing by the window.

Alric looked like he had just taken a shower, his black hair was still damp and hung casually in front of his forehead. He was only wearing Jinchen's nightgown loosely draped over his body, with the belt tied casually, revealing his firm honey-colored chest.

He was holding a glass of water in his hand, looking out the window at the dark night. He turned around when he heard the door open.

"Alric?" Jinchen closed the door, a little surprised, "Why are you back?"

I was originally planning to go to the black market to look for someone tonight.

As soon as Jinchen turned around, Alric strode over and hugged her tightly in his arms with great strength, and then his warm lips kissed her impatiently.

It's as if to make up for the three days of separation, full of longing and desire.

Jinchen responded by wrapping her arms around his muscular waist and gently stroking his back.

The two kissed and retreated tacitly until Jinchen pressed Alric on the bed, slowly pressed down, and rubbed his chest and waist with his palms ambiguously. When his lips and teeth separated, he kissed his neck a few times, then bit his ear and licked it gently behind his ear.

When Jinchen realized that Alric was being kissed very comfortably, he separated slightly.

Jinchen stroked the dark circles under Alric's eyes, feeling distressed. "Haven't you slept much in the past three days? Is the black market really that difficult? Have you encountered any danger?"

Alric buried his face in the crook of his neck and hummed lazily, his voice full of weariness, "Yeah... not bad."

He took Jinchen's hand, placed it on his lips and kissed the fingertips, then raised his head, his green eyes full of confusion, "Why do you keep asking me if I'm hurt or in danger?"

The excessive concern made him feel warm in his heart, but he also felt that something was amiss.

Jinchen didn't show any expression, thinking that it was because in the original plot your death was approaching and I hadn't found the real murderer yet.

He leaned over and kissed Alric's dry lips again, pressing his lips together and speaking softer, "I'm worried about you. I'm afraid something might happen to you."

Alrick obviously liked this and enjoyed hearing Jinchen say these straightforward love words.

He couldn't help but chase him and kiss him again. The touch of skin and the blending of breaths could dispel all the fatigue.

Alric enjoyed the intimacy between lovers, and asked vaguely while holding his lips, "I heard... you went to interrogate Julian. Did you get any results?"

Jinchen sighed softly.

He adjusted his posture and held Alric in his arms. His fingers nimbly untied the ties of his nightgown, reached in, and stroked the warm and firm lines of his abdominal muscles.

He recounted in detail the confrontation and confession he had with Julian in the bookstore today.

Jinchen was a little distressed. "Afterwards, I immediately went to Olga Manor and found the wine utensils containing the poison under the abandoned rose stand he mentioned."

"I also privately verified it with a doctor I'm familiar with, and the dosage of the remaining poison roughly matches what he recorded in his purchase records."

"I'm afraid he's not the real murderer yet."

Alric listened quietly, lowering his green eyes.

"In three days, Joshua Crane will be executed."

Jinchen's brows furrowed even tighter. "I know Joshua is an important member of the Griffin Gang and he deserves to die, but I have to find the real murderer."

This actually surprised Alric a little.

He stared at Jinchen's serious eyes and couldn't help but move closer and kissed him on his slightly furrowed brows with an inquiring tone.

"You seem to be even more obsessed with this case than I, the inspector in charge?"

Jinchen wanted to explain, but Alric didn't really want to hear those big truths.

He had barely uttered a few words when Alric deliberately interrupted him with a kiss.

This was repeated three times, as if they were playing a childish and intimate game.

Jinchen: "..."

He smiled helplessly and reached out to pinch Alric's cheek. "Honey, do you want to hear my analysis of the case, or do you just want an excuse to kiss me?"

"No, I don't want to hear that now."

Alrick admitted it confidently, and held Jinchen in a clingy hug for a long time, kissing him on the neck until the anxiety caused by separation was slightly satisfied. Then he licked his lips contentedly, ready for a deeper communication.

He reached out to unbutton Jinchen's shirt, but Jinchen grabbed his wrist, pulled it to his lips, and planted light kisses on the calloused knuckles.

Alric clicked his tongue impatiently, lust surging in his green eyes, but he managed to suppress it.

"Okay, okay... What doubts do you have? Tell me about them."

He wanted to see if there was anything more important than what was happening right now.

Jinchen gathered his thoughts and said, "Actually, it's still the original question, the dosage of the toxin."

"Vincent had only one toxin in his system, no other fatal injuries. The coroner initially determined it was a poisoning. The dose Joshua purchased wasn't enough to be fatal, and Julian didn't poison him at all. So where did the extra dose that killed Vincent come from?"

Alric narrowed his eyes, his green pupils shrinking slightly in the darkness.

He stroked Jinchen's neck, pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked a seemingly irrelevant question.

"On your first day at the manor, what was your first impression of Vincent as he was being spoken of?"

Jinchen thought for a moment, "A very respected... young master."

He suddenly grasped the key point, "Butler Edgar said the other day that Vincent had a cold some time ago?"

"That's right." Alric raised the corners of his lips in a meaningful arc.

"You need to take medicine for a cold."

Jinchen suddenly realized something and held Alric's face. "You mean, the black orchid poison itself might not have been in sufficient dosage, but it most likely conflicted with the cold medication Vincent was taking at the time... which triggered the toxin and caused his death."

Alric touched the side of his face and curled his lips.

"A very subtle way to kill, don't you think?"

Jinchen had to admit, "Indeed... If that's the case, I don't know if it was an accident or someone did it on purpose."

"Well," Alric interrupted his musings, his patience clearly running out.

He propped up his upper body with his elbows and deliberately rubbed his full chest muscles against Jinchen's face, clearly expressing his dissatisfaction and request.

"Chen, we've been apart for three whole days. Now all you can think about is other people's cases. Don't you miss me at all?"

Jinchen's heart softened, and he lowered his head to place a possessive kiss on the alluring skin, "I missed you so much."

"That's pretty much it."

Alric muttered, "Then you kiss."

[The villain's heart rate is detected +5, totaling 98! 】

[The villain's darkening value is detected -5, totaling 35! 】

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In the next few days, Alric became extremely clingy, and he would stick with Jinchen almost all the time as long as Jinchen was at home.

When sitting on the same sofa, he must put his arms around Jinchen's waist.

When reading, you should also put your feet on Jinchen's legs.

Even when sleeping at night, he has to hold her tightly, as if the person will disappear if he lets go.

Jinchen accepted it all and even enjoyed it.

Fortunately, little girl Doshi seems to have found new interests these days.

The private bookstore she used to frequent had a kind female manager who happened to be an honorary professor at the School of Natural History at Buck Harbor University.

Because of their common interest in botany, the two quickly became friends regardless of age difference. The dean admired Duoxi's intelligence and curiosity very much and encouraged her to apply for the university's preparatory class.

These days, Duoxi spends almost all his time in the bookstore, eagerly reading the professional books recommended by the dean, and rarely goes home.

This morning.

The two were having a late breakfast. Alrick saw Jinchen flipping through the notebook again, and suddenly took a sip of milk. Without warning, he leaned over and passed the milk to Jinchen's mouth.

This playful kiss came suddenly and was a bit rough.

The milk overflowed from the corners of their lips, which were pressed tightly together, before they could swallow it, and dripped onto the front of Jinchen's clean shirt, which he had just changed into that morning, leaving wet marks.

Jinchen reluctantly responded to the somewhat sloppy kiss. When Alrick moved away a little, he licked the wet corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue, and pinched the plump chest muscles under Alrick's shirt as if to punish him.

Alric groaned in pain, but a smile of triumph gleamed in his green eyes.