I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

Obviously, there were two people sitting around this round table not long ago.

But now, the person sitting in the other chair has disappeared.

The remaining seat has fallen to the ground.

The person sitting in that chair is also sitting on the ground with his back against the wall at this time.

In his arms, he also held a familiar small box.

It was a small box full of twenty twelve gold ingots.

The person leaning on the wall is naturally not someone else. It is telling everyone that they will reveal the woman's identity tomorrow.

Now, the shopkeeper is leaning on the wall, holding the small box full of gold ingots, sitting on the spot with a contented face, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Huang Gong's subordinate stretched out his fingers and leaned toward the treasurer's snort.

Without waiting for him to speak, Xia Yu, the brave man on one side, had already confirmed one thing through his strength of vitality: "The shopkeeper is dead."

After Huang Gong's subordinates probed the opponent's breath, he came to the same conclusion.

He put his hand on the opponent's neck and touched the opponent's skin, only to find that there was still this slight temperature.

Therefore, Huang Gong's subordinates immediately turned around and watched everyone open their mouths and said: "The person has just trampled to death, and may not have gone far."

"Shall we chase it down?"

Hearing Huang Gong's advice, Xia Yu showed a bitter smile, and she wanted to chase it down, but he looked around but found no trace.

Because after the woman left, all the clues had been taken by the shopkeeper. Before she died, she tried her best to clear them all up, leaving no clues for investigation.

So for Huang Gong’s suggestion, she could only respond with a wry smile and said: "I agree, but where do we start to catch it?"

"We are not even sure that the person who has just left left in that direction."

Hearing Xia Yu's words, Huang Gong's subordinates realized this, and looked around, except for a fallen chair, there was no other, discordant arrangement.

The windows of the rear window and the front window have been closed, and no special marks have been left. The front door is open. If someone goes out through the front door, he will definitely pass through the courtyard in front of the door, and the courtyard is on. The soil is soft and slightly damp, as long as someone walks by, it will inevitably leave footprints.

But before they came, they had not seen any other footprints except for the shoe footprints of the shopkeeper.

If Zhang Heng were here, he would definitely complain: "This, isn't it time to kill people in a secret room?"

After confirming that he couldn't find the clue that the murderer had escaped from that direction, Huang Gong's subordinate nodded helplessly, and the guard agreed with Xia Yu's words.

Then Huang Gong looked at a middle-aged man in the team who was shameless, but his face was exceptionally pale, like a middle-aged man who hadn't seen the sky all year round.

The man had three strands of long beard under his jaw, and his whole body was meticulously taken care of, and he looked a little neat and tidy.

Xia Yu just noticed that after the other party came in, even the soles of his feet were stained with the soil in the courtyard, he would use a small brush to brush it off, put it in a small bag that he was carrying, and then put a label on it and put it on the note. The source of the soil is finally collected.

When Huang Gong looked at the middle-aged man, he immediately understood what he needed to do.

There is only one reason for middle-aged men to be included in this team.

That is to test the poison.

He is an excellent poison refining expert, and he is also an excellent poison testing expert.

He only needs a glance to see whether a thing is poisonous or not.

At this time, the middle-aged man, already under the attention of everyone, came to the round table. First he poured a glass of wine from the teapot, stretched out his little finger, touched the tip of his little finger in the wine glass, and then opened his mouth. , Sticking out his tongue, touched the tip of his little finger dipped in drink.

Then he raised his head and closed his eyes. After a moment of recollection, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed, and in the next moment, he became suspicious again.

He watched, Huang Gong's subordinate, with a weird expression, said: "In this pot of wine, many poisons made by highly toxic substances have been poisoned."

"The strange thing is that these highly toxic causes are mutually reinforcing and restraining each other, and finally reached a perfect balance."

Huang Gong's subordinates looked at the middle-aged man's face, and when he saw his pale face full of inquisitive desire, he could not help but stretched out his hand and rubbed his brow.

He always suspected that the other party would one day die under his own curiosity.

However, the other party is a celebrity under Huang Gong's command. He didn't dare to offend him, so he couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Zhuo, can you make it simpler and clearer. We are dull and don't understand what you are saying. meaning."

Hearing the words of Huang Gong's command, the middle-aged man called Mr. Zhuo looked around the crowd with a clear look on his face, as if silently mocking the crowd: "A group of illiterate!"

However, although Mr. Zhuo’s temper is a little maverick, he is not arrogant and not difficult to get along with. He simply doesn’t want to talk to illiterate people with poor knowledge of toxicology, because he talks too much with such people. He felt that his IQ was at risk of being severely broken.

So Mr. Zhuo immediately replied in a very simple way: "Simply put, it is these many highly toxic substances that merge together, but in the end they become non-toxic things."

"Now, this glass of wine, you can drink as many as you want. It will definitely not be dead."

However, Mr. Zhuo himself did not drink. The crowd looked at him suspiciously, and they didn't dare to ask or say anything.

Although they have been known by Mr. Zhuo, they are illiterate in toxicology, but illiterate is also dignified, okay?

If illiterate is looked down upon by others, it will feel uncomfortable too, okay?

Mr. Zhuo doesn’t care about everyone’s reactions, just like any research madman who is immersed in his own world. Once he enters his professional field, Mr. Zhuo immediately becomes focused. If you suddenly become focused at this time, for no reason. Hit him with a dark circle, and he promised not to fight back.

Of course, after he was finished, it would be hard to say what vicious poison he would use to retaliate after he was done with him, what vicious poison would he use to avenge you, and how you would be tortured to death by him.

Therefore, no one has rushed to bother Mr. Zhuo while he is concentrating on work.

Mr. Zhuo stood quietly next to the round table, staring blankly at the dried fruit preserves and fruits on the table in front of him.

After watching for a moment, he suddenly started to act.

He started with the dried fruits in front of him. He took out one of each kind of dried fruit and threw it into his mouth to taste.

Knowing that it is poisonous, I have to try everything on the table one by one. Isn't this looking for death?

Xia Yu frowned slightly as she looked at the other party, and watched the other party's movements without saying a word.

After a while, Mr. Zhuo had already taken a lotus seed in his hand, and then put it directly into his mouth.

Just put a lotus seed into his mouth, Mr. Zhuo’s face suddenly stiffened, and the next moment his breathing began to become rapid. The sound of his heartbeat and pulse beating was extremely terrifying, even the ordinary people around him. You can hear it all.

In an instant, his eyes were covered with cobwebs, densely packed with bright red blood.

His eyeballs were angry and bulging, as if in the next moment, they would suddenly shoot out of his eye sockets.

In the next instant, he had already taken out a bag from nowhere in his hand, and then he ran to the corner alone, putting a finger in his innermost, not knowing what he was doing.

But then, he lowered his head and started to vomit into the bag in front of him.

The people under Huang Gong's command were stunned when they saw Xia Yu and the people of the North Sea Escort, but their faces looked commonplace, without any waves.

Huang Gong's subordinate looked at the corner by the wall, where Mr. Zhuo was vomiting dimly.

While facing the strange looking Xia Yu next to him, he said: "It's okay, just get used to it, Mr. Zhuo, in order to test or refine poison, I have to vomit seventeen or eight times a day."

By now he is a bit addicted, according to him, "not vomiting or unhappy."

Xia Yu's face was veiled: "When did you mean "not vomiting, not happy"?"

However, in fact, it seems exactly as Huang Gong's subordinate said.

After a while, Mr. Zhuo, after vomiting, I sealed the bag of vomiting with a calm expression, put a label on it, and put it away, then turned his head to look at the crowd.

Xia Yu saw that there was a trace of rosy on Mr. Zhuo's face, as if he was very relieved, and the expression on his face looked very comfortable.

This…

Xia Yu couldn't understand.

Everyone under Huang Gong's command just treated them as if they hadn't seen them.

Afterwards, I saw Mr. Zhuo coming to the shopkeeper and said: "It is clear that this person was indeed poisoned to death by poisoned alcohol."

"This poison is very special."

Mr. Zhuo emphasized a rare sentence.

Hearing Mr. Zhuo's words, the expressions on everyone's faces did not change at all, and they still looked at a loss.

The subordinate Huang Gong waited for a while, and found that Mr. Zhuo did not give any further explanation, so he had to take the initiative to speak: "Mr. Zhuo was not the place just now. Is the pot of wine on the table completely non-toxic?"

Mr. Zhuo, immediately unhappy, looked at Huang Gong's subordinate in front of him with a hatred of iron and steel, and said, "When did I say that it is non-toxic?"

"I'm just saying that the various poisons contained in its poison have reached a delicate balance, and it shows that you will never be poisoned if you drink this glass of poisonous wine."

Huang Gong's subordinates are still puzzled: "How did the shopkeeper be poisoned to death by this pot of poisoned wine?"

Mr. Zhuo, the epidemic has lost interest in mocking illiterate people, because you may think that you are a humorous mockery, and the other party does not understand what you are talking about. It is like playing the piano to a cow, and it is only yourself that is embarrassed.

"I said, you won't have the slightest problem with poisoned alcohol."

"But I didn't say that you can eat the food on the table after drinking the poisoned alcohol."