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Chapter 695

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Who was the murderer?

Ji Yunshu took out a pair of gloves from her sleeves and handed it to him. "Wear this."

"Why are you giving this Prince these?"

"I said that I need your help."

"Help?"

Without another word, Ji Yunshu stuffed the gloves into his hands. Then, she took out a piece of something and ordered him, "Open your mouth."

"Ah?"

"Open your mouth."

Jing Rong was dumbfounded, but he obediently opened his mouth.

She tossed the thing in her hand into his mouth.

As soon as the thing fell into his mouth, his tongue felt numb and spicy. Without waiting for him to chew, Ji Yunshu lifted his chin and swallowed the unknown thing down.

"What did you give this Prince to eat?" His face turned green.

"Ginger dipped in sesame oil."

"It's that thing again."

This was not the first time Jing Rong ate ginger dipped in sesame oil. The first time was when he was looking at the charred corpses in Jinjiang Yi Manor. At that time, Ji Yunshu tossed a piece of ginger into his mouth like this. At that time, he thought that it was poison and was almost scared to death.

Now that he heard that it was the same thing again, he didn't reject it. However, he faintly sensed that Ji Yunshu was up to no good. She gave him a piece of ginger for no reason so that he wouldn't smell the stench of a corpse. It was like a weasel paying respects to a chicken.

When the taste in his mouth slowly dissipated, he asked, "What do you want this Prince to do?"

Ji Yunshu didn't beat around the bush. "I need you to help me examine Granny Lin's corpse again."

Ah!

Jing Rong looked at her in disbelief. Big Sister, are you kidding me?

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down for a long time before he spoke. "How can this Prince do something like examining a corpse?"

"I'll watch from the side and teach you step by step. Don't worry."

"Why don't you do it yourself?"

She stretched out her hand, which was wrapped in gauze. "If it was possible, I would also like to do it myself. However, there was an accident, so I'll need your help."

"This …"

"It's getting late. Let's hurry up. I'm not asking you to cut the body with a knife. I'm just asking you to check again. I'm worried that we might have missed something. If we can't find any traces of the murderer at the crime scene, it's very possible that Granny Lin might have left something on her or in her room."

Since she said so, Jing Rong had no choice but to accept the task.

But —

He also had a standpoint.

"If you want me to strip and check, then forget it."

"Of course we won't strip and check. We'll just look carefully in places that we can see."

"Alright, this king will help you with this, but … there is a need for repayment." He smirked and raised his eyebrows.

In order to save time, Ji Yunshu couldn't be bothered to argue with him. "Alright, I'll compensate you after you're done with this matter."

Alright!

He put on his gloves and squatted down, ready to go all out.

Ji Yunshu held the candlestick and squatted in front of him, guiding him like a teacher.

"Pull the hair aside and see if there are any wounds or swollen areas under the hair."

Do as I say!

Turn it over and feel it.

"No!"

"See if there are any scratches or anything behind the ear."

Then turn it left and right.

"No."

… …

Thus, she checked from the head to the neck.

There were no discrepancies, just like when she checked before.

"Eh?" Jing Rong suddenly exclaimed.

Ji Yunshu looked at him and moved the candlestick closer. "What's wrong?"

He rubbed Granny Lin's clothes. "Why are these clothes oily?"

"Oil?"

"Only the clothes from the abdomen to the thighs are oily."

Ji Yunshu's eyes narrowed as if she thought of something. She hurriedly said, "Look at the clothes under the arms to see if there's oil."

Jing Rong turned it over and said, "Only the right armpit has oil."

Ah!

"Smell it. What kind of oil is it?"

She did as she was told.

Jing Rong said, "It's lard."

She had actually neglected such an important point.

Jing Rong saw her expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ji Yunshu thought about it in her heart. Her gaze fell on the tray and the broken cups. This time, she reached out to check and found oil stains on the tray as well.

The fog in her heart seemed to be dispelled bit by bit.

She said, "Why would Granny Lin go to the kitchen's backyard at such a time? What was she doing at that time? Looking for someone? Or was someone waiting for her? "

Jing Rong didn't understand.

Ji Yunshu slowly stood up. "I think I have a rough idea of who the murderer is."

Eh?

Jing Rong asked, "Who is it?"

The two guards outside the door also heard Ji Yunshu's words, so they craned their necks to look inside. They opened their ears to listen, wanting to know who the so-called 'ghost' killer was.

They heard Ji Yunshu say, "The murderer is someone who works in the kitchen."

"A chef?"

"No!"

"A manservant or maid who helps in the kitchen?"

"That's not it either."

She looked at Jing Rong. "Have Your Highness forgotten? Marquis Kang has already questioned everyone. Those who work in the kitchen all have evidence to prove that they were not in the kitchen."

"Then who could it be?"

Ji Yunshu straightened her face and uttered a name, "Cai Da!"

Jing Rong was shocked, not because the murderer was Cai Da, but because Cai Da and Granny Lin were mother and son. He killed his own mother? It didn't seem like it. That boy cried himself hoarse when he saw his mother dead, and because Ji Yunshu had merely touched the corpse, Cai Da seemed to have gone mad and almost wanted to chop her up. How could such a filial son, who touched the heavens and earth, kill someone?

He didn't believe it!

But Ji Yunshu explained, "Marquis Kang said that Cai Da is the estate's butcher, so he would go out every night to buy pigs, slaughter them, and then bring the pork back. If that's the case, his clothes should be very dirty or covered in lard. But I saw that his clothes were very clean. Not only his clothes, but his hands were also very clean. How can a butcher's clothes be clean when he goes out to slaughter pigs?"

"Maybe he went back to his room to change."

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