The richest man in the world starts from picking up tatters

Su Cheng comforted:

"Don't worry, I not only stole it back for you, but also his wallet belongs to us."

Li Weixin was completely convinced at this time.

Su Cheng always surprised her every time she touched her, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

Su Cheng raised an eyebrow triumphantly.

After all, it is not easy to be able to see the admiration that cannot be concealed in the eyes of a perfect beauty.

Li Jiaxin gave Su Cheng a weird look and asked:

"Why are you so happy? Are you so excited about going to the case?"

Su Cheng showed the expression that you are too young and said:

"You don't understand, I checked it in the middle of the night last night. Hainan has no plans for garbage sorting yet."

Li Jiaxin squinted slightly.

"and so?"

Su Cheng patted his thigh and said:

"Stupid, so I can go there to pick up trash, I even brought the woven bag!"

Li Jiaxin: "..."

No words for a night.

The two arrived in Hainan early the next morning.

Su Cheng looked at the navigation on the phone, took the car with Li Jiaxin, and came to a mansion in the suburbs.

At the door stood an old man over sixty years old with a sad expression.

Standing beside the old man was a 30 or 40 year old female servant.

The old man greeted him quickly and said with tears in his eyes: "Are you Detective Su from Rongcheng?"

Su Cheng's temperament suddenly changed at this moment, as if he was a high-end detective, and smiled:

"Yes, my name is Su Cheng, and this is my assistant, Li Jiaxin."

The old man held Su Cheng's hand and said with tears on his face:

"The police say that my son committed suicide, but in fact he must have been killed. Detective Su, you must help me find out the truth and see who killed him!"

Su Cheng shrugged and said:

"Relax, leave this to me, now go to the living room and describe the details of this case carefully to me."

The old man nodded and took Su Cheng and Li Jiaxin to the living room of the mansion.

The maid whispered halfway:

"I have cleaned the two residences. It is in the two rooms at the end of the corridor. There are changes of clothes in them."

Li Jiaxin said politely:

"Thank you."

In fact, it is the first time that Li Jiaxin has taken up this kind of work, and she is still quite uncomfortable.

Everyone did it on the sofa.

The old man began to cry while narrating his son's case.

simply put.

The old man is called Li Haitian, a well-known local rich man.

It was his only son who died, named Li Zixian.

Li Zixian is a cartoonist who likes to live alone and quiet, without the arrogant and domineering arrogance of other rich second generations.

The incident occurred in the evening half a month ago.

Li Zixian said that he would go out for a walk because he couldn't get inspiration for his creation, but he never returned.

Three days later, he was found in a humble hotel in the east of the city. The cause of death was chemical poisoning.

After finishing all this.

The old man looked at Su Cheng's pensive expression and asked carefully:

"Mr. Su, do you have anything to ask?"

"Yes, there is one."

Su Cheng nodded, and Moonlight looked at the old man deeply.

"Is the trash here really not sorted?"

Old man: "..."

Su Cheng said with regret.

"It's not a lie? There shouldn't be trash sorting yet, right? Or tell me where there is a lot of trash, I..."

"Hey hey, why are you pulling my ears!"

Li Jiaxin took a deep breath, lifted Su Cheng's ear, and then smiled:

"Uncle Li, we all know the general situation. We will stay here for a few days to understand the case. We will go back to our room and rest now."

Li Haitian was stunned, only nodding subconsciously.

Carrying Su Cheng's ears all the way back to the room, Li Jiaxin said with a black thread:

"You are sick, ask this in this case."

Su Cheng lay lazily on the cloth bed and said:

"I just want to ask clearly what I care about the most. Who knows this case is so boring."

Li Jiaxin frowned and said:

"Boring?"

Su Cheng nodded.

"It's very simple. Either it is a family conflict, a vendetta from the family, or it is about work cartoons. As long as you follow these two directions, the case will be clear."

Li Jiaxin asked:

"Then what should we do now?"

Su Cheng snapped his fingers.

"Call the nanny to come in."

In less than a while.

The middle-aged nanny who accompanied the old man walked in, her dark face with a trace of tension, she looked like an extremely honest and honest woman.

Su Cheng smiled and said:

"Don't be nervous, I just want to ask you a few questions, how did the police judge Li Zixian's death?"

The middle-aged nanny thought for a while and whispered:

"It was said that it was because of the poisonous chemical, and there was no sign of force or damage on the scene and the young master, so it was judged that the young master committed suicide."

Su Cheng continued to ask:

"So in your eyes, what kind of person is your young master?"

The nanny thought for a while and said:

"Because the master and Quren divorced at an early age, the young master has a somewhat introverted personality since he was a child, but he has a very good heart and is extremely quiet. Everyone says that he is a good boy, and he taught himself comics when he grew up and became a cartoonist."

Hearing this, Su Cheng didn't know why, and fell into deep thought.

After a while, Su Cheng looked up and asked:

"One more question, how many people are there in this bright house?"

"There are five..."

The babysitter cocked her fingers and counted:

"Master, I, a chef in the kitchen, a gardener in the backyard, and the last driver."

Su Cheng smiled.

"It seems that the distribution is really orderly. It's pretty good. Okay. Now that I have finished asking my questions, you can go out."

The babysitter left after answering the questions.

Li Jiaxin frowned and said:

"What did you ask?"

Su Cheng rolled his eyes.

"Social relations are so complicated, I didn't ask anything."

Li Jiaxin was puzzled.

"What's so complicated?"

Su Cheng said slowly,

"Stupid, there are too many members in the family. If this case is a murder within the family, it is difficult to find out the cause."

"For example, the flower care worker accidentally cut Li Zixian's favorite flower and was scolded, so he killed him with a grudge."

"Also, for example, the chef's cooking was too unpalatable and he was scolded, so he was killed, or the driver was scolded by him for delaying driving time, and he held a grudge..."

Su Cheng sighed helplessly.

"There are many reasons for this kind of things, and everyone's profession is different, so it is not scientific to find the motive for committing crimes. We need to change our thinking, such as going around."

"Turn around?" Li Jiaxin asked.

Su Cheng nodded and said:

"Yes, only by observing the place where he often lived, can I find more details to infer the truth of the matter."

Li Jiaxin curled her lips and said,

"I'm a little tired, can I take a break?"

Su Cheng nodded and said honestly:

"Of course, I didn't plan to take you for this kind of thing. It's not convenient for two people, you are free."

Li Jiaxin: "..."

In the end, Su Cheng was beaten out of the room by Li Jiaxin.

Su Cheng, who was inexplicably beaten by a beating, had a face full of confusion, and after feeling that a woman was really an unreasonable species, she began to wander around this mansion.

After shopping for a while.

Su Cheng asked with a smile:

"System, where do you think I should start now?"

The system sincerely said:

"Host, after you possessed Holmes' detective ability, you still wanted to cheat. I have to say, you are really shameless!"

Su Cheng curled his lips.

"The detective's ability cannot let go of any opportunity or clue. You are omnipotent. Of course I have to try."

As a result, after saying this, the system no longer has a sound, it seems that he is determined to ignore Su Cheng.

"Hey, it seems that relying on no one is worse than relying on myself, then I will play by myself."

Su Cheng came to the kitchen of the mansion slowly.

now.

A middle-aged man with a big belly in a chef's uniform was cooking, and the aroma was coming out.

When he saw Su Cheng, he was taken aback and said:

"Hello, do you want something to eat?"

He had long known that Su Cheng was a distinguished guest invited by the boss, and he was staying here temporarily, so he was extremely respectful.

Su Cheng came to him carelessly and said:

"Hey, is this curry? Can you try it for me?"

The fat chef smiled and said:

"Of course, I am quite content with my cooking skills."

After speaking, he put a plate of curry beside Su Cheng.

Su Cheng was not polite, and finished eating.

Then satisfied:

"Don't say, your cooking skills are very good. Master Li likes to eat your dishes on weekdays, right?"

The fat chef sighed when he heard this.

"Hey... Master Li usually has a unique taste, which is different from the master's, so I just make some light ones alone."

"He can't talk about liking my food much. For a while, he couldn't get inspiration for his creation. He even said that he would replace me."

Su Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the chef suspiciously.

"Will it be because of this that you held a grudge and killed him?"

"Well, because of this, I...Huh???"

The chef was immersed in his own sadness, but the result was instantly dazed.

Is this reasoning made by humans?

This is too nonsense, right?

The fat chef was so frightened that he shook his head and said:

"No! I definitely didn't kill the young master, let alone hold a grudge, and I grew up watching the young master. Why did I kill the young master for this bit of trouble!"

Su Cheng smiled and said:

"Don't be nervous, I just reasoned and reasoned casually."

The chef was obviously a little angry, and shook his head:

"You'd better go find someone else to do the reasoning. I'm going to be busy with everyone's dinner, so I won't accompany you."

After that, I turned around and went busy with my food.

Su Cheng stroked his chin, a thoughtful expression appeared in his eyes, and then walked towards the next destination.

Walked through a long corridor.

Su Cheng came to the backyard.

A thin old man with a white beard was watering the garden, looking extremely focused, as if the flowers and plants in front of him were his children.

Su Cheng walked over, if he looked at it profoundly.

The old man smiled and said:

"You're Detective Su, right? Long Yang Long Yang, let's not tell you, I was also a detective fan when I was young, and I have read all of Sherlock Holmes' Detective Cases."

Su Cheng smiled and said:

"I just wanted to ask, does your master have other sons? For example, illegitimate children and illegitimate daughters."

The old man watering the flowers shook his head quickly and said:

"What this says is that our master is a very good person, and he has no moral character. Since divorced from his wife, he has not remarried, and there is no ambiguity."

Su Cheng nodded, then whispered:

"So what, is it because your master has a physical problem, so your husband divorced him?"

The face of the old man watering the flowers instantly became angry. Obviously he also admired Li Haitian very much on weekdays, so he said angrily at this moment:

"Sir, please respect yourself! Although our master is old, he is definitely a normal man. Your speculation is too foolish!"

Su Cheng said, patted the old man's shoulder.

"I just guess it casually, don't be nervous, you water the flowers slowly, by the way, do your masters have favorite flowers on weekdays?"

Although the old man watering the flowers was very angry, he still shook his head and said:

"No! Master doesn't like flowers, flowers, and grass."

Su Cheng let out a cry and left thoughtfully.

Return the same way.

I happened to see Li Jiaxin in the corridor.

Originally, Li Jiaxin was ready to rest, but she was really worried about leaving Su Cheng alone.

"Did you find out anything?"

Li Weixin asked.

Su Cheng nodded with a deep look, and said slowly:

"Do you think this mansion is like a haunted house, ghastly."

Li Jiaxin was taken aback, and subconsciously glanced around, her eyes changed a little.

The style of this mansion is biased towards medieval European palace architecture, with vines hanging everywhere on the walls of the high places, and the corners of the long corridors are particularly dark.

Mainly because of the setting sun, the building feels dim and yellow, like a haunted house in a horror movie.

"Don't scare me, it sounds a bit like that."

Li Jiaxin couldn't help holding her arms tightly.

After two changes, one call plus one.