Please draw your way of death

Chapter 13

With a bang, just as Meng Qishu was eating bread happily, a bottle of food hit the table in front of him.

He followed that thing to look up, and saw Ning Mian looking down at him all the time: "Don't eat it, give me your hand."

"Where did you find the wine?" Meng Qishu's hand was about to touch the wine bottle, but Ning Mian finally grabbed it halfway, pulled him in front of him and began to remove the bandage.

"In the kitchen."

"Actually, it's really not that serious. It doesn't bleed anymore, really." Meng Qishu, who was always afraid of trouble, looked at Ning Mianzhong's face sincerely, hoping that the other party would stop the "persecution" of him based on his words.

"I'm sorry, but I, a doctor, have an occupational disease and can't bear it." Ning Mian finally said flatly, "And I don't want my teammate to be killed by the dungeon boss because of his hand injury."

"You are a doctor, no wonder you are so professional." Meng Qishu was in awe, "I heard that the conflict between doctors and patients in your hospital is quite serious?"

"It's okay, this has never happened in my position." Ning Mian finally took Meng Qishu's injured palm and poured the wine on it.

Although Meng Qishu was not afraid, he still shrank his hands in pain, and frowned slightly: "Then what is your position?"

"Forensic." Ning Mian finally spat out these two words ruthlessly with her thin lips parted, and took the clean cloth she had just found aside to help Meng Qishu re-bandage.

"... No wonder you are so professional in examining the corpse."

After a set of bandaging techniques, Meng Qishu's stomach was almost full.

Ning Mian finally threw the remaining rubbish into the trash can, clapped her hands and looked back at him: "Go back to the room?"

"Go back." Meng Qishu stood up and followed Ning Mianzhong's pace.

I don't know if it's out of guilt or what, from the way back to bed, Ning Mian finally didn't mean to tease him.

Hearing the long breathing sound behind him, Meng Qishu sat up tiredly with his messy hair on his face, and looked back at Ning Mianzhong who was fast asleep.

Depend on!Insomnia!How rare!

Thinking that it would be better to go for a walk if he couldn't fall asleep anyway, Meng Qishu rolled over and got out of bed, his eyes lit up the moment he opened the door.

He stepped forward a few steps, quickly grabbed a certain ugly soul, squinted his eyes and brought his face closer, with a dangerous smile on his lips: "It's you who spit all over my face during the day?"

In the middle of the night, Ning Mian finally woke up from her dream, turned over and found that Meng Qishu was not on the bed.He sat up, only to hear what sounded outside the door.

Where did Meng Qishu go when he didn't sleep well in the middle of the night?Could it be that he was captured by the Duchess?

Most of Ning Mian's final drowsiness dissipated in an instant. He took out a function card and approached the door cautiously.

When he opened the door abruptly, there was no picture of a sword being drawn as he imagined. Instead, a familiar guy was sitting on the ground without any image, and there were two souls bound from nowhere on the opposite side.

"To seven."

"Three with two."

"Wang Bang!"

"Do you want it?"

The two souls on the opposite side trembled, shaking their heads like rattles, wishing they could throw down the cards in their hands and run away.

"What are you doing?" Ning Mian finally got a twitch of veins on her forehead, and put away the function card.

"Are you awake?" Meng Qishu looked up at him distractedly, and shook the two cards in his hand at him, "Beat the landlord, three missing one, are you coming?"

"..." Hit the landlord?Three missing one?

I'm afraid you confuse poker with mahjong!

"Where did you get the cards?" Ning Mian finally took a deep breath and leaned against the wall to look at him.

"I asked for the dungeon." Meng Qishu took the card out of his pocket and slapped it on the ground, "Please change a few more clones out of it."

Ning Mian finally took a sympathetic look at Meng Qishu's card, always feeling that this little thing was about to blow itself up in a second.

Also, following a player like Meng Qishu, it is not easy to live to this day.

"These two souls are really stupid. I have taught Doudizhu for half a night, and they are still so bad at it." Meng Qishu threw the cards into the pile and said disgustedly.

Souls: I am very angry, but I dare not say it!

"So you squatted here and played poker with the two of them for half the night?" Ning Mian finally didn't know what to say.

"Hmm!" Meng Qishu waved his hand and let the two little devils go, stood up and said, "Isn't this a little insomnia, find something to do."

"And..." He deliberately paused, approached Ning Mianzhong, his eyes sparkling, "I also got a lot of news."

"what news?"

"Want to know?" Meng Qishu took two steps back with a smile, finally distanced himself from Ning Mian, turned around and entered the room to close the door, "I won't tell you!"

This guy slept so soundly when he was working hard to get the news, how could he tell him so easily!

Ning Mianzhong: ...

Early the next morning, all the players gathered in the restaurant, and it was rare to see the Duchess, the dungeon boss, on the main seat.

Possibly...was crippled and hasn't recovered yet?

"While everyone is here, let's proceed to the next step of analysis." Ning Mian finally said, and put a package of things on the table, "This was found from the duke's son's room yesterday."

"What is this?" He Yingbai curiously held the thing in front of him and opened it, only to find that it was a small packet of white medicinal powder.

"poison."

He Yingbai's body froze for a moment, he put the things back with trembling hands, and secretly prodded and dragged the chair a few steps away.

"Poison was found in the Duke's son's room?" Qiu Shi was a little surprised, and he suddenly became interested. "Accordingly, it is most appropriate for this poison to appear in the master bedroom?"

After all, the duchess is the most suspect right now, and no matter how bad she is, she cannot appear in the duke's son's room.

"I have one question, where did the three of them meet on the day of the incident?" Meng Qishu also looked at everyone solemnly.

"In the restaurant, it says on my ID card." Mu Xiaoyun continued.

Several people looked at their positions.

Oh!Crime scene!

"I thought it was the Duke's son's room." Qiu Shi regretted, "After all, the Duchess is so strict."

"If the three meet in the duke's son's room, the matter will be much easier to explain—the poison may have been dropped by the poisoner." Ning Mian finally said, "Unfortunately not."

"So, why is there poison in the Duke's son's room?" He Yingbai looked at Meng Qishu, "As one of the protagonists, do you really have no other information?"

"I'm sorry, this protagonist is a victim." Meng Qishu twitched the corner of his lips at him emotionlessly, "And I also wonder why the other protagonist is holding the script, while my card is like a piece of trash. "

"In addition, I found some letters in the Duke's son's room." Ning Mian finally put a few pieces of paper on the table, "But it's useless for us now, it's an emotional exchange between the Duke's son and the detective."

"If Ning Mian did not disclose the relationship between the detective and the Duke's son, these things should be provided by the dungeon for other players to infer the plot." Mu Xiaoyun said, "The main doubt now is that the only thing that can be judged as Why is the poison of the modus operandi in the Duke's son's room?"

"The Duke's son must have been poisoned to death?" Qiu Zhi, who had never spoken a word, asked in a cold voice with a bit of inquiry.

"Currently, yes." Mu Xiaoyun nodded, "Novices never have interference options."

So the room suddenly fell into silence, no one knew why the poison appeared in the Duke's son's room.

Will the Duchess put physical evidence in her son's room after committing the crime?

Meng Qishu leaned back on the chair, rubbing his fingers lightly on something in his pocket.

After a long time, he let out a breath, put the things on the table and said, "Don't doubt it, the poison is mine."

Everyone looked over in unison, only to see Meng Qishu calmly said: "I got it from the duke's son's room, and the duke's son secretly bought poison."

"I killed people."

"Exactly, I killed myself."

Crowd:! ! !

"It's unbelievable, but it's true." Meng Qishu rubbed his brows with a headache, "I've even sought proof for this."

Last night, at a certain moment, Meng Qishu squeezed his chin and looked at the little ghost in front of him, staring at it.

"So, you can't talk?"

The little ghost swayed twice.

"Will you nod?"

The kid nodded.

"Okay then," Meng Qishu said with satisfaction, "Now I'll ask you to answer, nod yes and shake your head no. Are you a servant of this castle?"

nod.

"Do you know about the secret purchase of poison by the Duke's son?"

Shaking his head.

"Is the Duke's son on good terms with the Duchess?"

Shaking his head.

Strangely, the relationship between the mother and son is so bad that even the servants can see it.

"How bad is it, do you hate each other?"

Soul didn't answer quickly this time, shaking his head for a while, and nodding again for a while.

What does it mean, half and half?

"The Duchess hates her son?" Doesn't look like it.

Shaking his head.

"So the Duke's son hates the Duchess?"

nod.

really.

"Because of the detective?"

The soul didn't answer, and wandered around twice in a daze.

It seems it doesn't know the detective.

"Because the duchess doesn't agree with the duke's son being with his lover?"

nod.

It was obvious that the duke's son hated the duchess who had been blocking them because of his lover.

So who did he buy the poison to poison?

Duchess?

With the mentality of giving it a try, Meng Qishu asked: "On the day we met, the Duke's son poured poison into the Duchess' cup?"

Shaking his head.

"That's his lover?"

Shaking his head.

"It can't be his own cup, right?"

nod.

Meng Qishu was shocked. He looked at the kid in disbelief, and asked again: "Duke's son poisoned himself?"

nod.

Poison yourself, sick?

"How do you know this so clearly, you won't be there?"

nod.

Meng Qishu: ...

"I finally know how you died."

Seeing that the little ghost in front of him started to romp around dishonestly, Meng Qishu raised his hand to hold its head, and continued to ask: "The Duchess invited the Duke's son and lover to the castle..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the kid under him shaking his head frantically.

"Didn't the duchess invite you?" Meng Qishu didn't expect it to be true, he hesitated, "The duke's son invited it?"

Shaking his head.

"Duke's son, lover, wants to come?"

nod.

Meng Qishu:? ? ?Why is this plot getting more and more confusing?