"Yes." Mo Ziqian listened to Musen and continued to say seriously.

"For example, lavender, mosquito repellent, night fragrance, mugwort, geranium, etc., these plants have the effect of preventing mosquitoes. I sniffed a scent when I was eating yesterday, but I didn't care too much. Because those wooden tables and chairs also emit the smell of wood. But now when I think about it, there may also be agarwood and other substances added to those burning plants, such as lavender and night fragrance. The smell of these fragrances is too strong and will make people dizzy, nausea and drowsy. I think the person who ate downstairs yesterday inhaled too much fragrance." Musen recalled.

"Of course the person who burns the incense is the master, isn't Xiao Rong the most suspicious? But... why was she in the East Building when this writer died?" Mo Ziqian also began to wonder. As Mu Sen said, many things seemed to be somewhat difficult to explain.

"Do you still remember that the residents of the East Building said they often heard strange movements? Also, have you said that there are sounds in the aisle upstairs or in the aisle? For this reason, you went to check it out and found something?" Musen asked meaningfully.

"No. No one lives upstairs, and the lights didn't turn on much. I was anxious at that time, afraid that you would not be able to find me when you came back, so I just went up and took a look and then came down." Mo Ziqian replied.

"It's right not to find out, because the place where the sound is made is hidden."

Mo Ziqian knew Musen very well. Since he spoke like this, he hadn't planned to answer the mystery. Musen did not like explanations one by one, but liked to string together all the reasoning results, and then turn them into a complete link of evidence and then explain them to everyone.

So, now Mo Ziqian stopped asking questions. Instead, he squatted down and looked at the corpse and said, "The murderer used his right hand, with the sharp tip of the pen, which easily pierced the skin and blood vessels. There was no sign of struggle, which meant that everything happened very quickly."

"The writer's pen is either on him or in his room. Since there is no sign of struggle, it should be taken out by the murderer from his room. But everyone lives in the East Building, and as long as they can pick the lock, anyone can enter his room. But at that time we were on the stairs of the East Building. If anyone comes from the East Building to the West Building, it is impossible for you and I to discover it." Musen said.

Mo Ziqian stood up and sighed softly, "The only one who is not within our sight is Xiao Rong's child, and the other is Xiao Rong who wants to cook, right? Strictly speaking, there should be a girl named Yin Yin. Until now, we have no way to judge whether Yin Yin is really fictional. Even if she is fictional, it may be Lailai's second personality. You and I are familiar with personality splits. You should know that she has the ability to kill. Especially when her own mother is fueling the fire."

In fact, this is the fact that Musen is most reluctant to believe. The mother indulged her child to kill, which is not a big love or a big mistake. It is said that the starting point of the mother is the height of the child. The starting point of the father is the direction of the child. If things are really like Mo Zichang said, then this girl named Lailai is really sad. Whether it is the starting point or direction, she is destined to be wrong.

Musen hesitated and said, "What about the motive for murder? Whether it is a child, an adult, or one of the residents, what is their motive for murder? Do you think this case is like a random improvisation? Absolutely not. This case has a very strict rule, that is, a doll. Every victim's death is related to the doll. I suspect now... this case may really have a lot to do with the doll."

"Don't you... believe that those dolls will kill people, right? Or do you think dolls are the motives for murder?"

Mo Ziqian and Mu Sen were discussing, and the storm of footsteps came from the stairwell, accompanied by Captain Wu's unscrupulous voice: "Come here, I've discovered it!"

Mu Sen and Mo Ziqian looked at each other and walked out. Captain Wu was full of excitement. I don’t know if it was because of excitement or accident. He held his cell phone and said with a hint of silence: “You, you are right! These people who look no further than the side actually have a little relationship.”

"Tell me." Musen was more curious. These people were all related.

Captain Wu reminded him in advance and said, "I'm just a little bit of contact, not from a relative."

"Well, tell me."

"That's right, that old couple, the old man is called Yang Zhongqi, the old lady is called Wang Xianmei, a professor of archaeology at G University. He retired a few years ago. Those three students are graduates from G University. And that young couple, oh no, may also be lovers. The man is married, the woman is unmarried, one is called Pang Zhe, and the other is called Li Li. Pang Zhe once made a lot of antiques and has introduced many good things to Li Li. Among them, there is a collection of Yang Zhongqi and his wife. The person they sold to was the writer who just died, named Peng Hui. But they all traded through online platforms. When they met, they said that no one knew anyone, and we had no choice."

"Where is the one who burned to death?" Mo Ziqian asked in a word.

Captain Wu slapped his chin and said, "Look, this is the most interesting thing. When they sold that collectible, didn't they trade online? It was equivalent to no one seeing anyone. The delivery man was the dead fat man, Song Kun. He was sentenced to four years in prison for theft, robbery, attempted rape, etc. He had been sentenced to four years in prison before and had a lot of bad records of detention. In short, he was a man who entered the palace several times."

Musen smiled at this time, and he said with great interest: "This matter is interesting now. There are a few people I don't know at all, but in fact they have had intersections. Their intersection is centered around that collection. What is the collection?"

"You guess." Captain Wu deliberately kept it a secret.

But Musen and Mo Ziqian replied expressionlessly at the same time: "It's a doll."

"Hey, how did you know? Yes, it's just a doll. And I want to be happy when I tell the origin of this doll. It's a straw man in Cambodia! You heard it right, it's a straw man. I don't know how it spread to our country, but it was regarded as a treasure by that professor. The most cola is that someone is willing to buy it."
Chapter completed!