No one has moved the body after it was transported. Even the clothes were the ones they had before their death, with blood stains on them. Yao Zhuoyu sighed helplessly.

The first few died, but the latter two were very miserable, and their methods were inhumane.

Xu Anan stepped forward, his eyes first fell on Mu Xue's gray face, and then on the sachet on her waist.

However, the sachets were stained with blood, and the original color could no longer be seen, mixed with blood and a faint fragrance of osmanthus.

Xu Anan went to Xue Meixiang's side again, and the sachet she wore in the palace that day was still hanging around her waist.

Xu Anan reached out and took it down. He opened it with dry osmanthus flowers inside, which were also stained with blood, covering up the original smell of the flowers.

She came to the third woman again. She died early. She had been a little stinky for more than half a month. The most terrifying thing was the purple marks on her neck. Her body was still intact and she had not suffered any extra harm. Among the three, she died the most decent.

Xu Anan picked up her sachet, which contained white jasmine flowers. But after a long time, the fragrance had lost.

Yao Zhuoyu asked, "Empress, what did you find?"

Xu Anan lowered his head and tied the sachet he had taken off again.

Xu Anan glanced at him and asked, "What is this woman's name? What do you do at home?"

"Xu Yanyan." Yao Zhuoyu frowned: "I am only fifteen years old this year. My family is a civilian girl selling tofu. She brought the white silk with her own hands, and it looked like she committed suicide."

Xie Changan glanced at him and soon discovered the problem: "These deceased were wearing sachets produced by the same company, but according to the fabric, the prices should be different."

"Sachet?"

Cheng Qingqiu touched her waist instantly, and she raised it and asked, "Is this the case?"

Xie Changan reached out to take it. Although the quality is different, the pins are the same.

“Where did you buy it?”

Cheng Qingqiu blinked: "This is a limited edition product I invited to bring, and it is produced by Guixiang Pavilion."

This sachet is only the exclusive secret of Guixiang Pavilion, and others cannot imitate this scent.

Cheng Qingqiu became nervous in an instant: "What does this case have to do with this sachet? Could it be that the murderer is this incense maker? He is the one who specializes in wearing sachets."

The sachet on her body instantly looked like a hot potato, and Cheng Qingqiu didn't dare to wear it anymore.

Yao Zhuoyu then realized that he recalled carefully, and then his face changed drastically: "The four dead in front also seemed to have worn sachets, but I'm not sure if it's the same style."

Whoever investigates the case will observe their sachets. Moreover, as long as they are a girl, sachets, purses and other personal accessories are indispensable for decoration, and are filled with refreshing herbs or petals.

Xu Anan covered their white cloth on their chests, and Fuling hurriedly snatched it: "Empress, I'll cover you, don't get your hands dirty."

Yao Zhuoyu was pondering, and the mist in front of her seemed to dissipate by Xu Anan. He thought, "Would we go to check the Guixiang Pavilion first? Will the murderer be the incense maker? How can one woman kill the other women? And what is her motive for killing people?"

"The actor said that the murderer was a young man."

Yao Zhuoyu thought for a moment: "Unless the murderer knows the incensemaker."

Xie Changan pointed out the problem: "How to kill a sachet?"

Yes, how can a sachet be killed? But they are wearing it. Even if Guixiang Pavilion wants to harm people, it will not be so blatantly waiting for people to investigate them, right?

The fog I had opened up gathered again and again. This incident happened a lot and walked into a dead end. Yao Zhuoyu felt so painful that his head hurts: "You can't the murderer have a grudge against Guixiang Pavilion. Do you want to frame them on purpose?"

Xu Anan looked at Xue Meixiang again. Her stomach was broken and looked very tragic. She pursed her lips slightly red: "There are more than one murderer in this murder case, maybe two."

"Two?" Yao Zhuoyu was a little disbelieved: "Empress, how did you see it? This is not a joke."

Xu Anan glanced at him and glanced at him slightly: "Who is having fun with you? Fewer look down on others."

Yao Zhuoyu: “…”

He actually saw a little disgust in such a look. Is it his illusion?

Xu Anan pointed to the three corpses: "There are different methods of killing people."

"The four people in front fell to death, drowned, cut their wrists, and took poison. With Xu Yanyan's hanging, the people behind the five of them were more gentle, making them die quickly. Xue Meixiang and Mu Xue were tortured to death. Before they died, they must be unable to survive or die."

"A preliminary judgment is that there are two murderers."

Xie Changan nodded: "My Concubine Ming is right, the latter's technique is even more brutal."

This is a question that Yao Zhuoyu had never thought of, and Xu Anan could make a preliminary judgment when he came, or just took a look at it.

He felt a little awe in his heart, as if the emperor sent her here because she had real skills. Yao Zhuoyu's face was a little hot for a moment. Fortunately, Xu Anan didn't know that he had whispered her in his heart, otherwise it would be even more embarrassing.

He coughed lightly: "Then should we check it out from Guixiang Pavilion first?"

Xu Anan lowered his eyes and looked at Xue Meixiang: "I can't find anything in a Xiang Pavilion, and it's a waste of time to go there."

She narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled, "Your He Min from Jingzhao Mansion can pay attention to it."

"He Min?" Yao Zhuoyu was puzzled: "What can he have? And he is very active in investigating the case. He hates the murderer more than anyone else."

Cheng Qingqiu was stunned for a moment: "You said he also hates the murderer?"

Yao Zhuoyu nodded, then sighed: "You don't know what happened. The first person who died in the murder of a girl in the north of the city was his sister, He Han."

Cheng Qingqiu's face turned pale, and her lips were even bloody, "Do you think his sister is dead?"

"This is not right. Then I see that there was nothing unusual when he was chatting with us. He also said that his sister likes fragrance too. He also set up a room for his sister. His sister waits for him to come home every day."

Yao Zhuoyu was silent. He looked at Xu Yanyan's body: "He may not be able to accept the death of his sister who had been with him for many years. He still has his sister's room. When he was on duty in Jingzhao Mansion, his sister came and was only fifteen years old."

"And he didn't lie, his sister's room was indeed arranged by him alone."

"I just didn't expect such a thing to happen. At first I thought it was an accident. His sister died in a haunted house in the north of the city. Later, more and more people died. Only then did they realize that this was a deliberate murder case, and the person behind it seemed that he wanted to push the cause of death to ghosts and gods."
Chapter completed!