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Shen Mo's heart suddenly stirred, and a bold guess he had previously dismissed sprang forth like a stubborn sprout breaking through the soil. He quickly stood up, his gaze sharp as he surveyed the entire room once more. This time, his eyes did not linger on the desk or the corpse but directly locked onto the corner of the room where a display cabinet filled with various scholar's items stood. Among the assortment of inkstones, seals, and pen holders, there was a small and exquisite 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 strode 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 tried to align the thin brass spout with a concealed 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 delivered inside, how did they manage to ensure that Wen Boyuan would die from it? He had been found impeccably dressed, with no signs of being struck or pricked by anything.
Shen Mo's gaze involuntarily returned to the ancient inkstone labeled "Ink Dragon Soaring" and that strange Jue Bi letter on the desk. Ink Dragon… ink… Sweet Fragrance… dripping water… small hole…
A series of seemingly unrelated clues whirled, collided, and connected in his mind! An astonishing possibility flashed like lightning through layers of fog!
“Come in!” Shen Mo suddenly turned and shouted towards the door.
Captain Zhang and Uncle Zhong immediately responded and entered.
“Uncle Zhong,” Shen Mo's tone carried an undeniable urgency, “Does Master Wen have any particular habits when it comes to grinding ink?”
Uncle Zhong was taken aback by this sudden question but made an effort to recall: “The master is indeed very particular about grinding ink; he only uses the first clear well water of the morning. Moreover, during grinding, he insists on being in a state of focused concentration, dismissing all distractions. Oh, right! The master also has a habit of dripping a few drops of Qing Shui onto the Ink Tablet before grinding, claiming it makes the ink more even and enhances its fragrance.”
“Dripping water…” Shen Mo's eyes suddenly sharpened, “What tool does he use to drip water? Could it be this?” He quickly raised the Bamboo Watering Pot in his hand.
Uncle Zhong glanced at it and immediately nodded: “Yes, yes! The master often uses this little watering pot to moisten the ink.”
With confirmation received, Shen Mo turned to Captain Zhang: “Captain Zhang, did the coroner thoroughly check if there were any foreign substances or unusual odors inside the deceased's mouth and nose?”
Captain Zhang paused for a moment before responding: “Well… The coroner only conducted a preliminary external examination and has not yet performed an autopsy. However, he did mention that there seemed to be a faint residue in the deceased's mouth and nose that matched the subtle Mo Xiang scent in the room along with… that strange Sweet Fragrance!”
“Sweet Fragrance!” Shen Mo was nearly certain now. “The issue lies with this ink! Or more precisely, with the water used for grinding it—or possibly both!”
He carefully picked up the heavy "Ink Dragon Soaring" ancient inkstone, wrapped it in a clean handkerchief, and solemnly handed it to Captain Zhang: “Captain Zhang, please have the coroner conduct a meticulous examination of this inkstone! Especially focus on the internal structure of the Ink Tablet! Additionally, any remaining ink in the inkstone and any liquid that may be left in this watering pot must undergo rigorous toxicological testing!”
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