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Shen Mo's heart suddenly stirred, and a bold guess that he had previously dismissed emerged once again, like spring bamboo shoots breaking through the earth. He quickly stood up, his gaze sharp as he scanned the entire room once more. This time, his eyes did not linger on the desk or the corpse but instead locked onto the corner of the room where a display case of various scholarly items was placed. On it, alongside different inkstones, seals, and pen holders, sat a delicately crafted Bamboo Watering Pot. This type of watering pot was typically used by scholars to moisten their inkstones or to provide water for miniature bonsai on their desks.
He hurried over and picked up the Bamboo Watering Pot. The spout was a slender brass tube. Holding the watering pot, he returned to the window and carefully aimed the narrow brass spout at a hidden small hole in the window frame.
It was neither too big nor too small; it fit perfectly! Could it be… could the murderer really have found a way to inject deadly poison into this airtight study through this nearly undetectable small hole?
However, even if the poison could be introduced, how did they manage to ensure that Wen Boyuan was poisoned to death? He had died neatly dressed, without any signs of being struck or pricked by anything.
Shen Mo's gaze involuntarily returned to the ancient ink "Mo Long Teng Yue" on the desk and that strange Jue Bi.
Mo Long… ink… Sweet Fragrance… dripping water… small hole…
One seemingly unrelated clue after another spun rapidly in his mind, colliding and connecting! An astonishing possibility flashed like lightning through the thick fog!
“Come in!” Shen Mo suddenly turned and shouted towards the door.
Captain Zhang and Zhong Shu immediately responded and entered.
“Zhong Shu,” Shen Mo's tone carried an undeniable urgency, “Does Master Wen have any special habits when grinding ink?”
Zhong Shu was momentarily taken aback by this sudden question but then recalled with effort: “The master is indeed very particular about grinding ink; he only uses the first clear well water of the morning. Moreover, when grinding, he insists on being in a focused state of mind, shutting out distractions; he dislikes being disturbed by anyone. Oh, right! He also has a habit of dripping a few drops of Qing Shui onto the Mo Ding before grinding, claiming it makes the ink more even and enhances its richness.”
“Dripping water…” Shen Mo's eyes suddenly sharpened intensely. “What tool does he use to drip water? Could it be this?” He quickly raised the Bamboo Watering Pot in his hand.
Zhong Shu glanced at it and immediately nodded: “Yes, yes! The master often uses this little watering pot to drip water onto the ink.”
With this confirmation, Shen Mo immediately turned to Captain Zhang: “Captain Zhang, during the autopsy, did you carefully check whether there were any foreign substances or unusual odors in the deceased's mouth and nose?”
Captain Zhang paused for a moment before responding: “Well… the coroner only performed a preliminary external examination and hasn’t conducted an autopsy yet. However, he did mention that there seemed to be a faint trace of Mo Xiang and… that strange Sweet Fragrance between the deceased’s mouth and nose, just like in this room!”
“Sweet Fragrance!” Shen Mo was nearly certain now. “The problem lies with this ink! Or more precisely, with the water used for grinding it, or perhaps both!”
He carefully picked up the heavy ancient ink "Mo Long Teng Yue," wrapped it in a clean handkerchief, and solemnly handed it to Captain Zhang: “Captain Zhang, please have the coroner conduct a thorough examination of this ink immediately! Especially focusing on the internal structure of the Mo Ding! Additionally, any remaining ink in the inkstone and any liquid that may be left in this watering pot must undergo strict toxicology testing!”
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