Shen Zhiyan has handled cases for many years, and he can understand the bereavement pain of the family members of the deceased, so he said gently: "Miss Gan, don't worry, I will investigate thoroughly."
Murong Ci sized her up. Miss Gan had an elegant appearance and a graceful figure. Her beautiful eyes were red and swollen from crying, but she still did not lose her charming demeanor.
Although her expression was sad, but Miss Gan had two things in mind, she secretly glanced at Shen Zhiyan, quite shy.
Suddenly, Mrs. Gan fainted on the nanny.
All the children of the Gan family surrounded him, calling "Mother" anxiously.
It must have been grief that made him faint.
Several nuns carried Mrs. Gan back to the dormitory in the backyard, and the children of the Gan family stayed here to wait for the government to inquire.
Murong Ci and Shen Zhiyan looked at each other, and went into the study together, while Qin Ruo stayed outside.
"Miss Na Gan's heart is slightly bright." Murong Ci deliberately drew the end of the sound, and joked with a smile.
"What does Your Highness mean?" He was stunned and confused, does His Highness's words have anything to do with this case
"Literally, feel it yourself." She winked at him and smiled slyly.
The study of Gan Taizu, head of the household department, is divided into two rooms, the outer room is the study room, and the inner room is used for resting. There is a small couch opposite to the couch are two rosewood chairs and a small round table. There are two pots of seasonal flowers in the corner of the wall, which are faintly fragrant.
Gan Taizu was lying sideways on the couch, with a robe covering his body, his body bent like a shrimp, his fingers bent into fists.
There was a rosewood bong on the small table next to the couch, and the nozzle of the bong was only a tiny distance away from his head. There was also an old carved silver round box on the small square table. Murong Ci picked up the round box, and there was only a grain of rice-sized drug residue in it.
Shen Zhiyan glanced at the old carved silver round box, and then carefully looked at the rosewood bong. The opaque pot at one end of the bong was all burnt out, leaving only a little aftertaste.
He put down his bong and started the autopsy. "The deceased Gan Taizu died around midnight, his face was sallow and emaciated, and his complexion was dark."
Like Zhuang Qin, Gan Taizu was skinny and almost dead.
Murong Ci turned his eyes to look at the room, his heart was ups and downs, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.
After surveying the scene, the two came outside.
"Miss Gan, do you know when your father came to the study last night?" Murong Ci asked Miss Gan.
"My father always goes to bed early, but in the past three months he still went to the study after taking a bath, saying that the household department has a lot of things to do recently." Miss Gan replied softly.
"Then when will you go back to the dormitory for bed?"
"I usually rest early, so I don't know much about it." Miss Gan looked down at her brother again.
"My father stayed in the study until very late before going back to bed. Once, when my friends and I were drinking and approaching our son, I went back to the house. I saw my father before going back to the room." Mr. Gan replied.
"In the past three months, Mr. Gan has become so thin. Do you know the reason why Mr. Gan has some hidden illness?" Shen Zhiyan asked gently.
"My mother didn't talk about it. In fact, I also think that my father has lost a lot of weight. I also asked my father if he has a lot of things in the household department recently, and he has a poor appetite due to worrying day and night. At first my father said that the household department has a lot of things to do, and then I If I asked again, my father became impatient and reprimanded me as a girl for not interfering with the affairs of the household department." Miss Gancao said sadly, and glanced at the clear and elegant Yingjie from time to time.
"My sister is right. I also asked my father. My father also drove me away impatiently and didn't let me ask more questions." Mr. Gan continued.
Shen Zhiyan and Murong Ci glanced at each other, it seemed that Gan Taizu had been taking drugs for the past three months.
She asked again: "If Mr. Gan has something to do, he usually orders someone to do it, the housekeeper?"
Mr. Gan replied: "It's not the housekeeper, it's Uncle Wang who has served my father for many years."
Shen Zhiyan asked him to bring Uncle Wang here, saying it was for a routine questioning.
Miss Gan asked anxiously: "Master Shen, did my father die from poisoning? Why did he die from poisoning for no reason? Was he murdered?"
He said in relief: "This case still needs to be investigated. Before finding more evidence, I will not jump to conclusions. Don't worry, Miss Gan, the truth of your father's death will definitely come to light."
Murong Ci suddenly remembered something, and asked: "By the way, Miss Gan, what are the hobbies that Miss Gan usually has?"
Miss Gan replied: "My father has no hobbies. He just visits the bookstore occasionally and buys a few books. However, my father has not been to the bookstore in the past three months."
Murong Ci nodded, and after a while, Uncle Wang arrived.
Uncle Wang is not the honorific name given to him by the Gan family, but his real name. He is about sixty years old, more than ten years older than Gan Taizu. He has a thin body, slightly stooped shoulders, gray beard and hair, many wrinkles on his face, a pair of clear eyes, and he looks loyal.
He bowed to several adults and wiped his tears sadly, "Master died so badly, my lord
It is necessary to find out the cause of the master's death. "
Shen Zhiyan took him aside to question, and Murongci followed, knowing Zhiyan's intentions and not wanting the Gan family to know too much.
"Uncle Wang, has Mr. Gan done anything unusual in the past three months?" Shen Zhiyan asked.
"At first, the villain didn't know about it. I just discovered the master by chance half a month ago."
Uncle Wang stopped suddenly, thinking that this is the master's secret, whether he should tell the lord. Furthermore, the master has given thousands of warnings before his death, that this matter must not be publicized, otherwise a catastrophe will ensue.
Murong Ci saw the hesitation and embarrassment in his eyes, and said: "If you don't say anything, your master will die unjustly. The secret Mr. Gan asked you to keep is the chief culprit of his death. If you want Mr. Gan When the truth of death comes to light, you must tell what you know.”
Uncle Wang gritted his teeth, and said: "In the past three months, the master has become obsessed with smoking opium for some reason. Every night after taking a bath, he has to smoke in the study for an hour. Let the villain guard outside the study. Anyone enters the study. At first the villain didn't know that the master was smoking opium in the study, but later he found out, and he also realized that the master was losing weight because of smoking opium."
He was tearing up, and raised his hand to wipe it away with his gray sleeves, "After the villain found out, I persuaded the master not to smoke that opium anymore, it would ruin my body, ruin my family, and even the job in the household department would be too much." It’s gone. But the master just doesn’t listen, he asks the villain to leave his affairs alone, and even tells the villain not to tell anyone.”
"Do you know what that big smoke is?" Murong Ci asked.
"The villain doesn't know, but the villain knows that smoking opium will kill you." Uncle Wang's tears flowed down again, wetting his wrinkles, "When the villain was seven or eight years old, the villain's grandfather died of smoking opium. Decades ago, many people in the villain’s rural villages smoked opium. The sons sold the daughters and houses, and the whole family went bankrupt. In the end, the family was ruined and the people died. My lord, the big smoke is a disaster, and if one person is killed, the whole family is killed."
"Do you know where Mr. Gan bought his tobacco ointment?" Shen Zhiyan asked.
"The master ordered the villain to buy it, but at first the villain didn't know that it was tobacco cream for smoking opium, but only recently did he find out." Uncle Wang replied.
Shen Zhiyan and Murong Ci looked at each other, and asked in surprise, "Where did you buy the tobacco ointment?"
Uncle Wang didn't know why they asked such a question, so he replied: "The master told the villain to go to an alley and hand over the money to the man, and the man would give the villain a box of cigarette cream."
Murong Ci hurriedly asked: "Which alley is that person, do you recognize him?"
Wang Bodao: "In Qingyang Lane, that man was wearing a gray and white robe, and always wore a veiled hat. The black gauze covered his appearance. I have never seen him before, but I remember that he is not tall, and he is only tall. A little taller than a villain."
Uncle Wang is not tall, about five feet two inches, and the man who sells tobacco cream is about five feet four inches.
After asking a few more questions, Shen Zhiyan let him go.
After surveying Gan's house, they headed to the dealer. The yamen servants of Jingzhao Mansion and Dali Temple will naturally bring the corpse and related evidence back to Dali Temple.
On the carriage, Murong Ci's bright eyes flashed coldly, "What is certain now is that there are people in the Imperial Capital who secretly sell drug ointment to poison our subjects in Beiyan Kingdom, and those people are very careful not to show their true colors to others."
Shen Zhiyan also felt that the situation was getting more and more serious, and frowned, "The common people don't know how many people smoke opium."
Qin Ruo suddenly said: "Why don't you order the Beijing Defense Department to find a reason to go door-to-door to investigate, and arrest anyone who smokes opium, and quit them forcibly."
"No. Not only will it disturb the people, but it will also disturb the hearts of the people in the capital." He waved his hands, and Yabai's handsome face was full of seriousness.
"But if you don't check, you won't know how many people in the capital are smoking opium." Murong Ci was anxious.
"I don't think the matter has reached such a serious level yet, please be patient, Your Highness." Shen Zhiyan reassured, "We can first investigate the unscrupulous merchants who sell the drug ointment, and stop the spread of this ointment. Strictly search the city gates and checkpoints to prevent drugs from flowing into the city."
She calmed down, thinking about it was right, this matter should not be brought up on the table, it should be done in secret. She can't be messed up, otherwise it will only get worse.
Qin Ruo suggested: "You can send an order to the Jingzhao Mansion that anyone who comes to report the death of poisoning must be carefully investigated and reported to Dali Temple."
He nodded, "If Qin is right, then you can control how many of the common people smoke opium."
Murong Ci was thinking, should he tell Murong Yu about this matter
When they came to the dealer, they took the butler to the side hall for questioning.
Sure enough, Zhuang Qin also ordered the housekeeper to take the money to get the drug ointment, but the housekeeper didn't know what it was, nor did he know that Zhuang Qin smoked opium.
The housekeeper also said that he went to Qingyang Lane every five or six days, and every time he went, a short and thin man in a veiled hat gave him a box, and then he brought it back to Zhuang Qin. People, because Zhuang Qin has repeatedly asked, never pretend to be someone else.