"I still don’t get it. If she put in the sleeping pills, then she already knew that Wan Guanting was deep asleep. Then she suffocated him. What took her so long to co out of his room then?"
Mingshen shrugged. "So people like to stay with dead bodies."
"I am talking about a normal woman here, not you," Jia voiced her displeasure.
"Killers are usually not normal~"
She ignored it and continued. "If she genuinely went to talk to him like she says, then either way she would have seen that he wasn’t in any state to talk. Once again, she should have been out of that room in minutes."
"So you think she is innocent," he arched his brow.
"I am more inclined to believe Chow y’s statent. She realized he was dead, perhaps fainted due to shock and hurriedly left after she regained her senses. If it was preditated then she cannot be that stupid to kill him knowing that we would catch her sooner or later," she shook her head. "Then there is the cold dicine in his alcohol."
"Sobody thinks that he took it as a preventive asure," he sneered. "Yeah he was so desperate that he couldn’t even find a glass of water that he had to resort to alcohol."
Her brow twitched. "I agree it’s strange. What happens if you ingest a cold dicine with alcohol?"
Mingshen bead as if he was floating on the ninth cloud. "Spicy, you should talk to like this more."
"Like how?"
"Like we are the bestest partners~"
Jia wished she could puke blood. "I am being professional which I want all the ti only if you know how to behave."
"I always behave appropriately~" he innocently blinked.
"Yeah and earth is flat," she dryly said, "Now if you will please answer ."
He chuckled. "Increased dizziness, impaired cognitive function and coordination, shallow breathing, gastrointestinal irritation are the top of the list~"
"I see..."
Not really connected to his death. Am I really overthinking about this? Perhaps Wan Guanting did take it himself?
"I will get his dical history soon~ Then your dashing prince will solve the mystery in no ti," he shone.
She ignored the dashing prince part and asked, "dical history for what?"
"There could be high chances that he has pre-existing heart problems. So it was easier to get a cardiac arrest."
She tilted her head. "Okay. But that won’t change anything."
"It will," he laughed devilishly. "Because if it turns out to be the case then the cold dicine won’t be so innocent anymore."
Her eyes narrowed. "What do you an?"
He shone like the bright sun. "Ti for so dicine class~"
"Speak normal Mandarin to ."
He waved his hand in dismissal. "So, so! If that director has any form of coronary artery disease or any heart related problem, such people are generally prescribed amlodipine or diltiazem. They co from the class of calcium channel blockers. They dilate the blood vessels, reduce blood pressure and improve blood flow to the heart."
"Okay," though Jia didn’t understand where he was going with this.
Mingshen had fully donned the teaching cap by then with his eyes gleaming with excitent.
"But when they are given dicines like nasal decongestants containing pseudoephedrine, it can cause the opposite effect because it acts as sympathomitic agent-"
"Normal Mandarin," she reminded him.
"In other words that increases the heart rate and blood pressure~"
Her eyes widened.
"You see, you see? If calcium channel blockers and pseudoephedrine interact with each other, it can cause severe heart complications, including a cardiac arrest. That’s why I ordered a full post mortem and his dical history and that’s why I said to that officer," he chuckled, "dicine can beco poison too depending on who you give it to~"
Her lips parted, stunned. "But then doesn’t that an that he could have gotten a cardiac arrest because of the onset of the cold dicine’s effects and not asphyxia? The suffocation might have simply aided the process."
"Possible. Or maybe both triggered the cardiac arrest together. But it will only be confird once I have all the data."
"Ugh!! This is all so confusing," she pressed her brow. "If what you are saying happens to be the case then it could have been done by sobody who knows about Wan Guanting’s dical history. That is if he has one."
"Correct~ Cold dicine in his alcohol cannot be random."
She frowned. "But don’t patients with such dical history have to abstain from alcohol?"
He shrugged. "Depends on his condition. He can have limited intake."
"But his team said that he drank a lot."
"He didn’t drink a lot. He didn’t get wasted. He fell asleep because of the sleeping pills."
Jia let out a sigh.
I need to see this from a different angle. I am missing sothing...
She took another round of the room but didn’t find anything of substance. She walked out of the room, trying to picture herself as Chow y rushing to et Wan Guanting for so reason.
Just then the door of the adjacent room opened and Bai Caishen stepped out. Jia stiffened for a mont as she was clearly caught ssing around Wan Guanting’s room.
He arched his brow, surprised. "Miss. Song."
Ke Yufei followed him and slightly widened his eyes. "What are you doing here?"
"We can ask you the sa~" Mingshen ca out too, smiling cockily at Bai Caishen.
The latter narrowed his eyes. "I don’t really need permission to be anywhere."
"We return the sa sentint."
He chuckled. "No you don’t. I believe Miss. Song shouldn’t really be the peeping tom here. She isn’t officially handling the case, is she?"
Jia blinked. She hadn’t expected him to say that.
Strange.
"Were you working on your tapes again?" she asked.
Bai Caishen said, "I had trouble getting sleep anyway. Might as well do so work. Yufei is a night owl so he was cool with it."
Ke Yufei glanced at Jia once and then looked away.
"Did you figure sothing out with your secret investigation?" Bai Caishen tilted his head.
Her brow twitched. "I had forgotten sothing."
Bai Caishen stared at her. "I see."
Mingshen rembered sothing and then clapped his hands once. "Oh yes~ I think this is the ti you should say what you told last night~"
Jia frowned. "Told what?"
"The part about hearing so weird clicking sound from here around the ti the cri occured."
"..."
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