The Famous Detective of the Red Mansion

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Firstly, there was a mournful scream, and the startled migratory birds scattered on the State of Zilng. Then, there were several excited cries.

“It worked, it really worked! He can feel the pain now!”

“I said this method could work, right?”

“Quickly, draw a simple picture of the dosage of the medicinal herbs and the acupoints pierced by the golden needle.”

“What's so exciting about it? The person just knows it hurts but hasn't completely woken up.”

“Besides, do you really dare to use this method for the Imperial Uncle?”

“It's my turn; it's my turn. I've been wanting to try this ancient recipe for a long time.”

“No, no, no, no, my medicine soup is the right remedy.”

“Let me just..."

“Om, ma, ni, ba, mi, hum.”

“Supreme Tai Yi Saves the Bitter Heavenly Master..."

“I invite Erlang God…”

“I see it! I see his soul…”

What a sin!

Sun Shaozong was upstairs in Zhuojin Tower, listening to the chaotic arguments and gradually vague howls below, and he couldn't help but let out a faint sigh.

Although, from the perspective of modern people, Chen Bo should be innocent, giving him to Jia Baoyu and Wang Xifeng for medication was truly a lack of humanitarian spirit.The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the ɴovᴇlꜰɪre.ɴet

But…

Who cared about patricide these days?

Besides, he only had a few days left to live, so by trying to treat him like this, maybe he would have a chance to wake up.

Moreover, making a person who was already poisoned a guinea pig was much more humane than letting Jia Mansion concoct a few more poisoned individuals. With Jia Baoyu and Wang Xifeng's identity and status, this was not an unfounded concern!

In the end, it was still Chen Bo who ruined his path. He accidentally killed his own father. Now there was no support at all, and people naturally had to be crushed and squeezed.

“Uncle.”

Sun Shaozong looked out of the window and was lost in thought. Jia Yun hurriedly went upstairs and bowed to greet him. "It's almost noon now. I don't know what you want to eat."

So after discussing with Jia Yucun and Minister Han, they decided to simply follow the flow and send him to temporarily stay in Rongguo Mansion to meet the needs of the Jia family at any time.

Therefore, for three consecutive days, he lived and dined in the Zhuojin Tower.

“I don't have much appetite today.”

Sun Shaozong smacked his lips and casually said, "The night before yesterday, the dried bamboo shoots were good. That's all for the main dish. Can you make some light-flavored wine? Just two pounds of a 30-year wine will be enough.”

Jia Yun first memorized this wine and dish in his heart and then tried to name several other dishes. Seeing that Sun Shaozong had no objection, he went down and asked the accompanying servant to pass the dishes to the kitchen.

He returned upstairs again, feeling uneasy and pinching his half-damaged right arm, asking, "Uncle, my father, and second aunt, shouldn't there be anything wrong, right?”

As mentioned earlier, Jia Yun has already recognized Baoyu as his godfather, and the reason why he could now sit in the position of kitchen manager was precisely due to the influence of Jia Baoyu and Jia Lian [Wang Xifeng]. If these two people wouldn’t survive, his job might not last long.

“Well…”

Sun Shaozong only knew how to solve cases, but he didn’t know how to cure illnesses and save lives. How could he know if Baoyu and Wang Xifeng would die in this way?

Sun Shaozong's mind suddenly opened up…

However, after careful consideration, he realized that the plot was extremely unreasonable. Currently, Baoyu was fourteen years old, Daiyu was thirteen years old, and Xue Baochai was only fifteen years old. What shocking love tragedy could be caused at this age?

Even if the ancients matured early, this age was really a bit of nonsense!

From this perspective alone, Baoyu and Wang Xifeng should also be able to survive.

It shouldn't be a big problem.

Sun Shaozong had some reservations and said optimistically, "After all, the toxic gas they inhaled was much less than Chen Bo's. As long as Chen Bo could regain consciousness..."

“Who are you? You... You…”

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a panicked voice coming from below, "Let go of me; what... what are you doing?”

Sun Shaozong was momentarily stunned; he then jumped up from the Grand Master's chair and blurted out, "It's Chen Bo! He has come to his senses.”

Apart from Chen Bo, he was afraid no one else in this courtyard would be confused, unsure of where he was!

Jia Yun was also overjoyed and turned his head to take a few steps toward the stairs. Suddenly, he paused and quickly turned his head and said, "Uncle, let's hurry over and take a look.”

The cheers below were already deafening, and Sun Shaozong couldn't stay upstairs anymore. He quickly led Jia Yun downstairs and went to the neighboring courtyard.

Just as he stepped inside the door, the cheering voice suddenly fell silent, and it was a deathly silence!

Should it be...

Sun Shaozong's heart sank and he quickly quickened his pace, rushing into the living room that served as a temporary experimental field.

After entering the door, Chen Bo was quietly lying on the bed, with no sound left.

“Your Excellency.”

Bao Yongmeng, along with several prison guards, approached and whispered to report, "Chen Bo had just woken up for a while, but then he quickly stopped breathing.”

Although Sun Shaozong had already prepared mentally, he couldn't help but sigh that this guy was really unlucky. He got poisoned in a daze and, inexplicably, killed his father. He finally woke up, but he didn't even understand where he was, so he started groaning again.

But…

The biggest question right now was whether the recent treatment was considered successful or a failure.

Sun Shaozong asked this question and saw the house full of ghosts, snakes, and gods staring at each other with big and small eyes. After a while, someone said confidently, "Should... be successful?”

“Of course it was successful!" The other one was much more confident than him, patting his chest and swearing confidently, "My prescription is the most effective, and naturally it will cure the disease.”

“Bullshit!”

Someone next to him immediately retorted, "It was your prescription that killed him. He clearly came to his senses because it was his last gasp.”

“No! He died because you first used a messy prescription.”

“Nonsense! It's you.”

“Shut up; if it weren't for the clearing of the heart mantra in this room, how could he wake up?”

“How dare… how dare you covet the credit of Bodhisattva.”

“You cursed him to scatter his soul.”

“It's you…”

“I…”

This was the worst-case scenario!

Sun Shaozong was so irritated by them that he didn't know who to listen to when Jia Zheng, Jia Lian, and others rushed in upon hearing the news.

However, in the end, these witches, doctors, and monks still reached a unified consensus, that was, they still needed more guinea pigs to verify each other's right and wrong, wins and losses!

So that night, in the prisons of the Ministry of Justice and the Central Judicial Office, several death row inmates quietly disappeared.