"Black turmeric oil?"

Su Dawei's expression changed slightly.

** on the side looked at him, his eyes full of confusion. Seeing Ami's appearance, he seemed to know this thing.

Smoor hurriedly said, "Brother Ami, do you still remember last year. I told you that there might be war in the Western Regions to block the whale oil from coming in. At that time, I said a friend there mentioned that there is a kind of black water that can burn when it encounters fire. Do you remember if you ask me to get some back?"

He swallowed a mouthful of water, and before Su Dawei could speak, he hurriedly said, "I heard you, so I brought some black water back in a box.

This thing is very viscous and looks like oil.

After the burning, the smoke was very high. The Kang people in Tocharo all called this thing black turtle oil."

**Look at Smoore, then Su Dawei said, "Ami, what's going on?"

"Uncle Eleven, this is a long story. About half a year ago, I heard from Smoore that there was a kind of black water burning in the Western Regions, so I asked his caravan to help me get some back. Today, in this case, I took people to search the caravan's caravan's caravan's caravan's caravan's caravan's caravan's caravan, and found that some of them were empty boxes, and the things in the box disappeared."

Su Dawei explained, and then said to Smoor: "Don't you usually use large jars for whale oil? Why do you use boxes for black turbulent oil?"

"Big cans or skin bags are easy to be damaged, whale oil is fine, this black turbid oil is very easy to burn. I have followed your instructions and be careful.

So put it in a sheepskin bag and put it in a box to ensure safety.”

Simoer stroked his right hand in his chest and said emotionally to Su Dawei: "Brother Ami, if you want to believe me, I will never let my business go and do things that harm the Tang Dynasty."

Su Dawei lowered his head and thought for a moment, and when he looked up again, he sneered on his face: "It sounds very reasonable, but there is a loophole in what you said."

"Ah? Brother Ami, what do you mean?"

"Even if those are black turpents, I asked you to make them, so you let the caravan bring them in. But what about the things now? Why are the boxes empty? Where did those black turpents go?"

Every time he said something, Smoore's face turned pale.

Until the end, "Where did you go?" Smoore's knees softened and he collapsed on the ground with a "bump".

**Looking at Su Dawei: This person is suspicious.

Even if Smoore is not the mastermind, he must have concealed something about the black turpent.

"Ask him who did that black turmeric oil be given to."

**The right hand subconsciously touched the hook handle on his waist.

That is his habit. If he meets a stubborn suspect, sometimes he must use some extraordinary means.

Simore, who was slumped on the ground, raised his head and said in horror: "Ami, I don't know where the goods went? I'm in my own house in Xishi and have no wings. How could I know where the goods placed in the warehouse went?

You can't wrongly accuse me of this matter!

I can swear to the Lord, I..."

"Ami!"

Outside the door, there was a shout from the ***: "We have discovered it here."

The box is placed on the ground.

The box is more than two feet long, the wood is poor, and the paint is not evenly applied.

But now, several people stood around the box, staring at the box curiously, with expectations in their eyes.

"This thing really does that work?"

"certainly."

The middle-aged man who came carrying the box grinned and showed a jagged yellow teeth.

"In recent years, a whale oil lamp has been popular in Chang'an, made of whale oil. It can be kept in the wind, not stopped when it encounters water, and it is burned for a long time. I have tried it. Whale oil cannot be used directly, and there are some special methods to do that, but..."

He reached out and pointed at the box: "This thing is different. It is easy to burn, and like whale oil, it is not easy to destroy."

“How powerful?”

“Large.”

“Try it.”

The middle-aged man nodded, squatted down, opened the box, stretched out his hand, and grabbed a skin from it.

This skin is made of sheepskin and is a common object on the grassland.

Herders sometimes use sheep's stomach or pig's skin as skins, which can hold milk and water, and act as skin rafts when crossing the river.

The middle-aged man opened his skin quickly and fell to the ground.

Some viscous black liquid flows out of the bag.

“It should be enough.”

As he said that, he resealed the skin and put it back into the box.

The rest of the people looked at a pool of black liquid under their feet, which looked like water but not water, like oil but not oil, and in total, it was just a pool of bowls.

"Is this enough?"

"Enough is enough, who has a fire note?"

Someone handed over the hot stamp next to him, and the middle-aged man took it and put it to his mouth and blew it a few times.

The Mars on the fire became larger and bigger with the naked eye, and a few tiny sparks floated out with the air he blew.

The middle-aged man had a strange smile on his face and threw the fire in his hand at the black water on the ground.

"careful."

The small wooden box was open, and a silver needle was lying quietly in the box, with a white soft cloth underneath.

"This is......"

"When we were having an autopsy, we stabbed the liver of the corpse with a silver needle. When we got the needle back, we found that there was some black mucus on the tip of the needle."

Zhou Yang said to Su Dawei: "Supervisor Su, I think this person must be poisoned."

The silver needle can bring out very little tissue fluid, but it can still be seen clearly against the background of a white cloth.

"What poison is it?"

"There are many poisons in the world, and not every item is recorded. At least as far as I have learned below, it is impossible to judge why this poison is just based on the penetration of the silver needle."

Zhou Yang reached out and covered his mouth and nose with a silk squid. It seemed that he had a vigilance for bloody smell.

He coughed lightly and continued, "Even if it is not found, it is normal. Any poison that cannot be found can be called the nameless poison."

"The nameless poison."

Su Dawei repeated the word and his brows frowned slightly.

*** said on the side: "Thanks to Zhou Lingshi this time, otherwise I would have never thought of a silver needle to pierce the liver."

As he said that, he glanced at Simore, who was standing behind Su Dawei, and who was standing beside him, touching the iron hook around his waist: "Ami, what have you found here?"

"have."

However, Su Dawei did not rush to answer ***'s words, but looked at Zhou Yang: "How could Zhou Lingshi happen to be with Xia Corps?"

"It's for the case last night."

Zhou Yang said: "Dali Temple ordered me to check the person who died in the bus office last night..."

The one who died last night was naturally the right-hand man of Su Dawei, who was now under the bus under the right-hand man of Zhou Liang, Lao Sanlang.

Su Dawei rubbed his forehead and took a breath: "What did Zhou Lingshi find out?"

"I investigated the scene of the crime. In the public transport office, he sat alone in the seat room. The table in front of him had unfinished official documents. Those official documents should be recorded in the numbers of the communication between the public transport offices.

When someone was discovered, a page was missing from the official document.

In addition, there are many footprints of people on the ground...

Because there are too many footprints, it is impossible to infer the situation of the suspect based on this.

In addition, there is another point that the gate of the public transport department is locked from the inside and cannot be opened by outsiders.

The person I found this morning was also a servant in the public transport department. He couldn't open the door and finally knocked it open before he could see that Lao Sanlang was dying inside."

These words are very informative.

Su Dawei was stunned for a moment, thought about it carefully, and couldn't help but say, "Did Lao Sanlang die in the public transportation department?"

Like bad people, the Public Transportation Bureau belongs to the subordinate departments of Chang'an County. The public offices are in the county government office, including the torture, prison, and autopsy in the county, which are not far apart.

Su Dawei thought about it carefully and found that his cognition was somewhat biased.

He remembered that when Wang Fangyi talked to him before, he said that Lao Sanlang died at his home.

But the information I got from Zhou Yang of the Ministry of Justice was that Lao Sanlang died in the Public Transportation Bureau.

The difference is huge.

Why do one thing have two different answers?

Zhou Yang should not lie to himself. After all, so many people present can prove it. So Wang Fangyi’s motive for lying is...

Press this question for the time being.

Su Dawei continued to ask: "I heard what you said, the door of the crime scene was buckled from the inside, what about the window?"

"Too."

"I know that there is no entrance except doors and windows, so... Raosaburo died in a secret room?"

"So that's it."

"Kill people in the secret room!"

Su Dawei couldn't help but yell.

The so-called murder in a secret room is a common word in later cases.

It means that the deceased is in a secret room, and there is no one else in the secret room, and people die inside.

There was no evidence of being killed by him, but the deceased did not commit suicide.

This only shows that the perpetrator is skillful.

"Kill someone in the secret room?"

*** said with a high-high, "Ami, the word "Ami" is fresh, but if you think about it carefully, it's very appropriate."

"Why did Lao Sanro die? Is it related to the missing page of official documents? What method did the murderer use to kill Lao Sanro in the secret room?"

"If you want to know the official documents, you may have to ask Zhou Liang about the current public transportation order. As for the method of killing..."

*** glanced at the sky outside and smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid we don't have much time left. Now we will gather the evidence and information at hand first, clarify our ideas, and then make the next decision."

Su Da nodded for absurdly.

There is really not much time left.

We must consider everything and analyze and understand every link as if we are normal case trials.

It is undoubtedly very difficult to figure out every clue of the murderer.

Now for Su Dawei and ***, the biggest enemy is not the mastermind behind the scenes, but time.

There are two more hours left.

That's four hours.

What is known now is that there are likely Turkic Wolf Guards who have marred in with the caravan.

Or maybe, there were already ambushed Turkic Wolf Guards in Chang'an City.

The missing black turbulent oil may have been hidden by these Turkic works, preparing to do a major event after the Chang'an ban was lifted on the night of the Yuan Dynasty.

In Chang'an, no mistakes are allowed.

This is the heart of the empire and the glory of the Tang Dynasty.

It is the center of civilization that comes to the dynasty of all countries and runs across the East and West.

If there is an incident like **** in Chang'an, it will not only bring shame to the emperor, but also damage the face of the Tang Dynasty.

In the face of those foreign countries and vassal states, the prestige of the Tang Dynasty would also be greatly lost.

What's more serious is that once the violent incident begins, someone will rush to follow suit.

Therefore, Su Dawei and *** are the second priority to cracking the murder case. To find out the Turkic people hidden behind the scenes and kill the dangers they brought, it is the top priority.

But the paradox of this whole thing is—

If we want to understand the methods of these Turkic Wolf Guards and their plans, we must first figure out what they did and prepared for.

From all kinds of clues and from the subtle details, they are introduced to their plans and find out their origins.

But, there is not enough time.
Chapter completed!