After taking a shower, Gu Jingke walked to the door of the bedroom and knocked on the door. Before she left the laboratory and then went back to the bedroom, she never had a chance to talk about the case. Because of last night, Gu Jingke felt a slight tremor.
Mu Ming sat in a chair and waited for him to sit before he gathered his eyes. "The poisoning results show that the water contains not only pesticides, but also high-purity potassium cyanide."
Potassium cyanide is a highly toxic chemical. Who can get these? Gu Jingke tapped his right hand on the back of the chair. "So pesticides are eye-catching?" If Muming is not a forensic doctor, potassium cyanide will probably not be detected.
"I think so, too." Mu Ming’s eyes rolled smartly and Minhui said, "According to the truth, Xiang Zhen is isolated from the world and there can be no outside things. If pesticides are necessary for agricultural products, what about potassium cyanide?"
Gu Jingke thumb rubbed his forehead. "This means that someone in Xiangxiang town is in contact with the outside world, or that someone from outside has sneaked into Xiangxiang town and is poisonous to the murderer. What should be done to kill people is to force the police to keep something secret."
Listen, she doesn’t think there is anything wrong with his analysis, because she has him in her heart to identify the murderer. This time, potassium cyanide murder must have been unknown. She was a forensic doctor and underestimated her and Gu Jingke. I didn’t expect the murderer to be cautious enough!
-digression–
Haha, who is behind this?
The fish looked stupid.
Fish are you, you are you, we are more beautiful than demon fish.
☆, 66 tail stone ancestral hall to check the genealogy.
It is a big step to guess that the murderer may not be from Xiangzhen or someone with close contacts from outside.
She lowered her eyes. "Maybe it’s a doubt that people in Xiangzhen and outsiders are profiteering from the inside, but it’s not a good thing to be sure!" There must be something wrong with that mountain. "
"The secret must be in that mountain." Gu Jingke’s eyes are deep and slightly fell on her face. "The murderer can’t go to that mountain these days, and he is hiding somewhere." Uncle Shi was just killed, and the murderer will definitely wait and see. If he goes again, I’m afraid it will be exposed.
He got up, "You go to bed early" and took his eyes off her and went back to his bedroom.
Muming sat on the bed, bent over and looked at the soles of her feet. Fortunately, the wound had just taken a bath and was stained with water. According to the doctor, it was nothing serious. She hastily wiped her body and lay back. She took the watch from the bedside table and looked at her eyes.
It’s already past three o’clock in the morning, and there is not much rest. She turns around and puts the headrest pillow. There is no adjustment or fan in this room. Fortunately, there are not many mosquitoes in the building, and occasionally "melody" is directly ignored by her.
When I slept till dawn, Muming covered her hair and stared at the redness and swelling of her right wrist. I didn’t expect mosquitoes here to be so poisonous that they couldn’t care so much. She put her hair away, brushed her teeth and washed her face out of the bedroom, and Gu Jingke just came out from next door.
Two people look at each other from Muming to finish looking at him and find that there is a little red dot at his neck that is smaller than her wrist, but I can see at a glance that it never rains but it pours when mosquitoes stare at her.
"Uncle Shi said that the rumor has ancient books and he will go to the ancestral temple today." Gu Jingke didn’t know what she was staring at him, but his ears burned and he quickly turned his eyes away. He relaxed.
When they got out of the gate, Li Yuan squatted on a stone with his head pointed down and a slender bamboo stick in his hand. He looked at the door and saw two people coming out. He quickly threw the bamboo stick straight from the stone.
It didn’t take long for Erpang to bring breakfast, but there was still a long way to go to the police station. This posture was not to go to the police station again.
"Where are we going to check today, two police officers?" Second, fat and bright, speak frankly, there is not so much twists and turns in my heart, and there is not so much care. Although my mouth is muddy, I am really good and straightforward, and I can say whatever I think.
Gu Jingke will finish eating early and look forward to the "Xiang Town Ancestral Temple" with a frown on his fat face.
Erpang took a deep breath, but I didn’t expect to go to the ancestral temple in Xiangxiang Town. Usually, no one there will remove the ancestor worship, and almost no one will go there. There are children and old people who keep cleaning.
Erpang went ahead to lead the way, and Li went far away, and the last few people crossed the path to the ancestral temple.
The ancestral temple is halfway up a mountain, full of primitive simplicity and incense. The floor of the ancestral temple is clean, obviously being cleaned frequently.
The old man who can stay in the ancestral hall has no trace. Erpang walks into the hut next to the ancestral hall and pushes the door. "Uncle Guang, are you there?"
Uncle Guang should be the old man guarding the ancestral temple, and his name should be Shi Guangxiang Town, and he should be the Lord of Shi surname.
There was no answer. There was no light in Erpang’s room. Erpang came out and shook his head at Gu Jingke to signal that people were not in the room.
Where can I go this early morning?
A few people pushed the door of the ancestral hall, and it smelled of incense. There was a fragrant tripod in the ancestral hall. It seems that in some years, there were many incense sticks in the tripod, and many of them burned out, and three of them ignited, which was obviously early.
On the side of the ancestral temple, there is a table covered with yellow brocade, clean and dust-free, and the coffin is on the table, which is very solemn and simple.
Haven’t looked at the door to drink "who are you? Come here and do it! "
Shi Guang was at the door, carrying a basket on his back and holding a small hoe in his hand. He looked at the ancestral temple with alert eyes. It was not authentic Mandarin among several people, but Gu Jingke and Mu Ming understood it.