northernbook Chapter 209: Mystery Case〔4〕-Flower City Withers 0 (20)
Chapter 209: Mystery Case〔4〕-Flower City Withers 0 (20)
It seemed that she had been distracted for too long, and the owner of the museum reminded her by nudging Song Huanong with his elbow, which brought her back to her senses.
Glancing at the four pairs of eyes in front of her, she swallowed awkwardly, but before her body could react, she choked herself.
She coughed violently several times and it took her a while to recover. Her pretty little face turned red from coughing.
“Ahem, my route of action is actually very simple.
Because Gardener Lin found out that I was acting as a backstabbing agent for Farm Owner Jiang, he got so angry that he stopped supplying me with medicine.
My family member fell ill and was hospitalized. I was busy taking care of my family in the hospital all day yesterday and did not leave.
If you don't believe me, I have the phone numbers of the nurses and doctors in the hospital and they can prove my innocence.
Otherwise, how could Gardener Lin have taken advantage of the opportunity? I thought Owner Jiang was reliable, but he failed at the last moment and turned into a drunkard when the competition was approaching.
Humph! When I came here today, I was asked to take responsibility on the way and I was blamed for it. "
As Song Huanong said this, she handed the phone to Detective Bai. She also rolled her eyes at Owner Jiang, expressing her naked contempt for her unreliable behavior.
Her confident tone actually reduced her suspicion a little.
Detective Bai actually made the call, and the doctor and nurse (tool man) on the phone provided proof of her presence.
"That's you? Or is it you?"
Detective Bai hung up the phone, returned the phone to Song Huanong, turned around and looked at City Master Zhu and Farm Master Jiang again.
His lips were pressed into a straight line, and he stood there tall and slender. Even without saying too many words, he could give people an aura of majesty without even getting angry.
[The second round of evidence collection is over. Please vote privately.]
Today's voting room is also decorated with countless flowers forming a large flower wall.
Surrounded by this flower wall, these ballot boxes are not as conspicuous as before.
But perhaps because the voting room was converted from a former storage room in the warehouse, there were no windows in the medium-sized room.
When all the flowers gathered together, the fragrant scent filled the whole house, which was particularly refreshing.
However, not everyone can tolerate such a strong floral scent.
Detective Bai had just come in and had just taken the handcuffs. In less than a few minutes, he had already sneezed four or five times.
He was originally dressed in a rather elegant and gentlemanly manner, but after sneezing a few times, not only did his nose turn red, but his eyes also filled with tears.
If we use an animal to describe it, it would probably be something like a German Shepherd turning into a golden retriever.
Detective Bai took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped his nose.
"I didn't expect there were so many flowers in it. Friends who are watching please be careful. Even if you have taken medicine in advance, you will still have some reaction to pollen allergies in the end."
He explained before, pausing before speaking with a hint of sarcasm.
"Although the flowers are beautiful, please don't be greedy~?(?*?′?w?｀?*?)?"
He simply stuffed the handcuffs into the other pocket. The handcuffs were large in shape and placed in the smaller pocket of his clothes. They looked shaky and about to fall out.
After using the tissue, he looked around for a trash can but didn't see one. He didn't throw it away casually but just held it in his hand.
He took the handcuffs out of his pocket and continued talking. Perhaps because of the hay fever, he wanted to say more, but due to a series of sneezes that seemed to be about to happen, he spoke very briefly.
But the key information was basically stated, and the audience could understand what he meant.
“I suspect that the murderer is Gardener Song because…she has the greatest motive and the deepest hatred for Gardener Lin.
Counting... the last time, plus this time, Gardener Lin has already avoided her chances to win the championship twice.
I don't believe that she would not leave a backup plan when...her family is in such a situation. Ah Qiu——!"
Accompanied by a loud sneeze, Detective Bai finished his words, lowered his head, and hurriedly left the voting room.
The next person to come in was City Lord Zhu. Compared to Detective Bai who avoided coming in, she couldn't help but take a deep breath when she came in, and her praise came out unconsciously.
“It smells so good~”
Her picturesque eyes smiled into a small crescent when she saw the flower wall, and the netizens who were watching could see her joy clearly as long as they had a pair of eyes.
[Climbing the Tower: After the vote, the case will be over, but does this pot of flowers belong to Gardener Lin or to the owner Jiang and his friends? ]
[Meng Meng Chong: If the owner Jiang and his men have evidence to prove that they bred it, they should be able to take it back. After all, it is indeed theirs.]
[My brain is not working well: Then City Lord Zhu will miss out on his beloved flowers again. ]
[Fulfill your dream: Don't worry about others. City Lord Zhu will make a lot of money under Gardener Lin's management.
We don’t know when the next competition will start, and by then this flower will be out of its blooming period.
If Jiang Changzhu and his men were smart, they would definitely sell the flowers to Zhu Chengzhu in order to cash in. 】
[Stars Light Up: This way, we can kill two birds with one stone. Both of us can get money to solve our current predicament, and the city lord can also get the flowers he likes. ]
City Lord Zhu doesn't know that the netizens in the barrage have already made the decision for her. She is still voting in the voting room on whether Hua Zhi should stay or go.
She tilted her head and looked at the ballot boxes in front of her, the memories of searching for evidence running through her mind.
"Well, I want to vote for Mr. Jiang. I don't believe that Mr. Jiang really got drunk at such a critical moment. He must have known about it when Gardener Lin came to find flowers and dig holes.
She may have poisoned the flowers, which eventually led to the death of Gardener Lin on the eve of the competition."
City Lord Zhu nodded affirmatively as he spoke, his dark eyes rolling around, and he threw the handcuffs directly into the ballot box belonging to Jiang Changzhu.
Halfway through the walk, he looked back for confirmation as if he was worried, then turned and left.
At this time, no one knew whether she felt any regret or not.
The third person to come in was Song Huanong. She was wearing Miao costume, and she looked very graceful and charming as long as she didn't speak.
But as soon as she opened her mouth and started talking, the atmosphere could not be maintained at all.
But this girl is an uncontrollable chatterbox, which causes headaches for everyone around her who cares about her.
"I suspect...well, I'll just suspect her!"
The sweet and clear voice of Flower Farmer Song was heard in the voting room. In the picture, a pair of round and delicate little hands turned and teased the petals of the flowers nearby.
Then he quickly and flexibly handcuffed the handcuffs to the iron pipe in the ballot box, threw it away, and left the voting room.
What was left behind was not only the suspense, but also the mysterious expression she deliberately made in front of the camera.
She clearly had a half-smile on her face, but it didn't bring any brightness or sunshine to people. Coupled with Song Huanong's clothes, she looked like a sickly beautiful girl.
The next person to come in was the curator, still holding the somewhat worn envelope.
The owner of the museum had a slightly red cheek, as if something good had happened to him, and he couldn't hide his beaming smile.
Look, before she even took off her handcuffs, she stood in the middle of the voting room, as if she had found a place to confide, and performed a one-man show.
"I got in touch with my first love. Because of the illness he had that year, his family sent him abroad for treatment, and he was just cured a few days ago.
If I hadn't called him, he would have come to look for me after he recovered in a few days."
As she said this, she grinned sweetly, and the shy blush spread directly to her earlobes.
"After all these twists and turns, we have been waiting for each other. Maybe it is the right time to meet each other, and we can go forward hand in hand together and grow old together."
She held the envelope to her chest and rubbed it with her chin lovingly, saying everything she wanted to say, and the owner took the handcuffs and put the ballot in the box.
The door was opened by the owner, and her footsteps were seen leaving quickly along with the brilliant light. Perhaps the end of that beam of light was the direction of her new journey.