The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

When Ye Zhibing raised his eyes, he saw Paul lying on the bed with his eyes open and his mouth slightly open, motionless.

Looking at such symptoms, it should be poisoning, because no trauma can be seen, and Paul's lips are black.

As for what kind of poison it is, we will have to test it to find out.

The old Taoist took a few glances, then turned his head away, and couldn't bear to look at it, "Immeasurable Heavenly Sovereign."

The middle-aged Taoist said considerately: "Master, we will send you back to rest, and leave it to the disciples to take care of it."

The old Taoist nodded, "Okay, you guys handle it."

The middle-aged Taoist helped the old Taoist away.

The guide asked Ye Zhibing: "Benefactor Ye, let's call the police."

Just as Ye Zhibing was about to answer, the little Taoist hurriedly said, "Don't call the police."

Why not call the police?Don't call the police when someone is dead. Does this little Taoist have any reason?

So Ye Zhibing asked the little Taoist: "Little master, why don't you call the police?"

The little Taoist said: "This is the place of our Qingyun Sect. It stands to reason that the Qingyun Sect should investigate first, otherwise it will affect the reputation of our Qingyun Sect."

Ye Zhibing smiled slightly, "Then little master, how do you Qingyun sect plan to investigate?"

The little Taoist shook his head, "I don't know, I only found out after our senior brother came down from the mountain."

Ye Zhibing did as he pleases, and besides, he was not Paul's "guardian" or something, "Okay, then little master, please inform your brothers on the mountain as soon as possible."

At this time, the middle-aged Taoist had already returned, and the young Taoist said to the middle-aged Taoist, "Brother, I will go to the mountain to report."

The middle-aged Taoist agreed, "Then go and come back quickly."

The little Taoist turned around and went out, and went up the mountain to ask the senior brothers on the mountain to investigate the case.

Ye Zhibing took a look, and then planned to go out, keeping the scene as it was.

But the middle-aged Taoist saw that Paul looked a little scary, so he didn't know what to think, so he tried to pull the quilt over Paul's face.

Ye Zhibing hurriedly stopped him, "Master, don't move the scene, the police will come later, it will affect their ability to solve the case."

The middle-aged Taoist seemed to have been in the mountains for a long time, and he didn't understand why blocking Paul would affect the solution of the case. "Fellow Taoist, is what you said true?"

Ye Zhibing nodded affirmatively, "Yes. The police can identify the last person who had contact with the deceased by extracting fingerprints. And the last person who had contact with the deceased is very likely to be the murderer."

The middle-aged Taoist suddenly showed a trace of panic, "Fellow Daoist, what is a fingerprint? It's so powerful, can you find out who last contacted this person?"

The guide interrupted: "Of course. Just examine the dead man's eyes to find out what the last thing he saw."

Cold sweat dripped from the forehead of the middle-aged Taoist priest, "Really...really?"

"Really. Let me tell you..."

The guide is also an extrovert, with one mouth, he can't stop talking about the real and exaggerated knowledge of solving the case.

The middle-aged Taoist priest became more and more panicked as he listened, his eyes flickered, as if he had something on his mind.

Ye Zhibing noticed it, and asked abruptly, "Master, what's the matter with you?"

"I, I..., nothing. I'm going to boil water for the two of you."

The middle-aged Taoist didn't wait for Ye Zhibing's answer, turned around and went out, leaving in a hurry.

Before the guide finished speaking, "What's the matter with him? Why didn't he listen to me when I popularized the knowledge to him?"

Ye Zhibing smiled slightly, "Let's go out and keep the scene as it is."

The guide said regretfully: "Okay then, I'll talk to him later."

The two left Paul's room, and Ye Zhibing closed the door.

The guide was at a loss, "Mr. Ye, what should we do now? Mr. Paul asked me to accompany you to the mountain. Mr. Ye, are you still going?"

Ye Zhibing looked back at Paul's closed door, and said, "There are murder cases now, and if we don't find out the truth, you and I are both suspects. Can we leave?"

The guide hurriedly said, "Mr. Ye, you have to be fair. I fell asleep when I came back from dinner last night. I didn't see or hear anything. I'm not the murderer."

Ye Zhibing smiled and said, "I believe in you. It's just that it's useless for me to believe in you. It's only useful for the police to believe in you."

The guide thought for a while and said, "But the Taoist priests in the Taoist temple don't let us call the police."

Ye Zhibing said: "This is a matter of human life, how can they have the final say. You call the police, it will be fine."

The guide also thought this was the case, and took out his mobile phone to make a call to the police.

After trying for a long time, the guide said, "Mr. Ye, there is no signal here."

"Then you go down the mountain. I remember that there is a signal where we parked."

The guide suddenly realized, "Okay, I'll go to the parking lot and make a call."

After walking a few steps, the guide turned back and said, "What about you, Mr. Ye? Are you staying here?"

Ye Zhibing smiled and said, "I'll just protect the scene here."

The guide said, "Okay, Mr. Ye, I'm going to make a call."

"Go."

The guide didn't go for long when a middle-aged Taoist came over with a teapot.

Seeing Ye Zhibing standing alone at the door, he asked curiously, "Fellow Daoist, where is that fellow Daoist?"

Ye Zhibing covered for the guide, "He has diarrhea and went to the bathroom."

Although the middle-aged Taoist was a little skeptical, he didn't say anything.

Ye Zhibing looked at the teapot in the middle-aged Taoist priest's hand and asked him, "Are you here to deliver tea?"

The middle-aged Taoist seemed to remember what he was here for, "Yes, I boiled water, so I came to deliver tea to fellow Taoists."

Ye Zhibing turned around and opened the door of his room, "Thank you so much, let me put it in my room."

The middle-aged Taoist walked into Ye Zhibing's room with a teapot and put the teapot on the table.

Ye Zhibing also walked in, "Thank you, Master."

The middle-aged Taoist forced a smile, "You're welcome."

He wanted to leave, but after walking a few steps, he turned back.

Dazed for a moment, the middle-aged Taoist showed a look of wanting to say something but not daring to say it.

Ye Zhibing smiled at the middle-aged Taoist priest, "Master, do you have something to say?"

The middle-aged Taoist summoned up his courage and said, "Well, yes, fellow Taoist."

"Tell me." Ye Zhibing encouraged the middle-aged fellow Taoist, "I know everything, and I can tell you everything."

The middle-aged Taoist looked into Ye Zhibing's eyes and asked, "Is what that fellow Taoist just said true?"

"Are you talking about fingerprints?"

"Ah."

"It's true. Modern technology is very advanced, and everyone's fingerprints are unique. As long as you touch other people's clothes, you will leave fingerprints. After extracting fingerprints, you can determine who touched other people."

There was a look of despair in the eyes of the middle-aged Taoist priest, he lowered his head and didn't ask any more questions.

"Master, is there anything else I want to ask?"

Ye Zhibing had some doubts in his heart, but there is no evidence now, so it's hard to say clearly.

The middle-aged Taoist said: "It's gone, it's gone. I remembered that the fire in the kitchen was still on. I'll go back and have a look."