Su Yan frowned deeply after hearing this.
Judging from the servant's words, Yan Shuo's death is very likely related to Meng Heng's death.
After thinking it over, Su Yan, out of caution, asked for more details, "During this period, did Prince Yan come into contact with anything or anyone else?"
The servant shook his head. "The young master developed a high fever when he returned that night. Apart from the Pillar of State and his wife, only the doctor and the monks had contact with him. As for what he ate, he didn't eat anything other than what the doctor prescribed."
"Dean Xie, please continue asking about the others..."
After asking the question, Su Yan turned around and went back to her room to pack her toolbox.
Based on the current evidence, Su Yan is indeed unable to determine what caused Yan Shuo to be frightened to death, so she can only store the body at Dali Temple for the time being.
The moment Su Yan stepped out of the attic, Madam Yan pounced on her like a madwoman, grabbing her arm and screaming, "Has anyone found out who killed my son? Who killed my son? Tell me! Tell me now..."
As Madam Yan spoke, her emotions grew increasingly agitated, like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins. At this moment, her eyes were red, and she had lost her reason, her expression no different from that of a madwoman.
Madam Yan looked delicate and frail, but her pinching strength was greater than that of an ox. Su Yan felt as if her arm was being clamped by a splint, and the pain made her gasp.
Before Su Yan could reply, Yan Hong ordered his men to pull Madam Yan away from Su Yan. He looked at her with deep remorse, saying, "Madam is currently experiencing the pain of losing her son, and it is inevitable that she is emotionally agitated and unable to control herself. Please forgive her."
Su Yan rubbed her arm, which had been gripped so tightly by Madam Yan, and smiled to show her concern. "As coroners, we naturally understand the pain in the hearts of the deceased's family. Please accept my condolences, Yan Zhuguo..."
After listening to Su Yan's words, Yan Hong's expression was serious, revealing no joy or sorrow, but the redness in his eyes betrayed his current state of mind.
Yan Hong had been on the battlefield for many years and was used to life and death, but the sight of an elderly person burying their child could break even the strongest person.
Yan Hong's voice trembled as he asked Su Yan, "My son..."
Having said that, Yan Hong lacked the courage to continue.
However, Su Yan knew that Yan Hong wanted to ask about the cause of Yan Shuo's death.
"President Yan, your son died of heart failure due to extreme panic..."
After listening, Yan Hong looked puzzled. "What do you mean? My son has never had heart failure."
"Yan Zhuguo, in other words, was scared to death."
"Scared to death? That's impossible. My son may not have been on the battlefield, but he's a true man. How could he be scared to death..."
Su Yan could understand why Yan Hong didn't believe it. After all, Su Yan had seen all sorts of bizarre ways to die, but Yan Shuo was the first person to be scared to death.
“Yan Zhuguo, when a person is in a state of extreme panic, their blood circulation will accelerate and their heart rate will increase. Once the critical point is exceeded, it can lead to coma and, in severe cases, death. If Yan Zhuguo does not believe me, he can go ahead and have someone test it.”
Upon hearing Su Yan's words, Yan Hong felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He had considered countless possibilities for Yan Shuo's death, but he never expected it to be like this.
If you were scared to death, people would just laugh at you.
Seeing that Yan Hong's emotions were too volatile, Su Yan immediately beckoned to the old servant of the Yan residence and asked him to take Yan Hong away to rest.
“Yan Zhuguo, you are getting on in years. Go and rest first. You can leave this to the Investigation Bureau. Trust me, we will definitely catch the murderer and let Prince Yan rest in peace.”
At this moment, Yan Hong no longer resembled a lion ready to devour people, but rather a frail old dog, offering no resistance and being helped away by others.
As soon as Yan Hong left, Xie Yu had finished questioning everyone related to the case.
At that moment, he suddenly appeared behind Su Yan and walked alongside her.
"Although Yan Zhuguo sided with the Empress Dowager, he was wholeheartedly devoted to the country and its people and was a good general. It's a pity he didn't raise a good son."
Su Yan nodded in agreement and turned to Xie Yu to inquire about the progress, "Dean Xie, what's the progress of the inquiry?"
Xie Yu looked up at the sky and sighed deeply, "Sigh... I've checked everything, and basically no one has any suspicious signs. I've also checked the medicine Yan Shuo took, and there's nothing wrong with it. It's all medicine to calm the mind and strengthen the body."
"In that case, it's not necessarily someone from inside the manor who's behind this."
"That's hard to say, but I agree with you. Yan Shuo is usually very sociable and rarely gets into arguments with people. Apart from Meng Heng, could it be that Meng Heng has come to take his life?"
After hearing Xie Yu's words, Su Yan rolled her eyes at him with a look of disgust. "Dean Xie, even if there is a ghost, it has to be a male ghost. Didn't you hear what that servant said?"
During Yan Shuo's illness, he claimed that a white-haired, red-lipped female ghost stayed by his side and refused to leave.
Xie Yu ignored Su Yan's words and said with a look of sudden realization, "Meng Heng, could she be a woman?"
Unable to bear Xie Yu's explanation any longer, he flicked Xie Yu's forehead.
"Professor Xie, please bring your brain with you next time you go out. I am a coroner. Do you think I can't tell whether the deceased is male or female?"
Even if the King of Heaven himself came, Meng Heng would still have to be a man.
Xie Yu rubbed her head, which Su Yan had hit so hard, and said with a wronged expression, "It was just a joke, did you have to hit me so hard? It hurts so much."
But after Su Yan's tap, Xie Yu's mind cleared up, and he finally remembered the most important question, "Right, is the person you said died Yan Shuo? Don't let someone impersonate him."
"I've never met Yan Shuo before, but the people inside have fair skin and delicate features, so they must come from wealthy families. And the people in the Yan family aren't so bored as to scare a stand-in to death. But it's strange that Yan Zhuguo's son hasn't practiced martial arts, given that he comes from a military family."
"Never practiced martial arts? That's rather unusual. What do we do next?"
Su Yan frowned. The current clues were still too few, but the wooden puppet that appeared at the scene was indeed suspicious.
If the murderer was truly targeting Yan Shuo and Meng Heng, then a wooden puppet identical to Yan Shuo would naturally have been placed at the scene.
After thinking it over, Su Yan turned around and went back into the attic, searching for the wooden puppet at the crime scene.
Xie Yu stared blankly at Su Yan rummaging through drawers, looking utterly bewildered. "Su Yan, what are you doing?"
"Looking for something."
What are you looking for at the crime scene?
Su Yan gestured to Xie Yu about the size of the puppet, "A puppet is about this big, and its facial features are exactly the same as the deceased's."
Although Xie Yu didn't understand what Su Yan was talking about, she still searched the house with Su Yan.
The two searched the area several times but couldn't find any trace of the puppet, so they quickly expanded their search area.
The group searched the attic thoroughly, inside and out, but couldn't find the wooden puppet that Su Yan had mentioned.
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