Chapter 2 starts with being involved in murder?
Ye Lin leaned on the goose down pillow for a long time before his complexion returned to normal.
Coincidentally, this body is also called Ye Lin, and he is Ye Errong’s only son.
Like him, he is a Chinese-Italian mixed-race, but his original Italian name is Angel, while Ye Lin himself does not have an Italian name.
Ye Lin breathed a sigh of relief. No wonder the old man said they were destined to be together. He also liked mixed-race people, so the language barrier could be concealed.
This young master is Ye Errong's late-born son. His mother passed away early, and Ye Errong loves him dearly. He is spoiled and has a lot of little flaws. He teases cats and dogs every day. Ye Lin is especially satisfied with him when it comes to the poor academic performance. He feels like he has met a soulmate.
At this time, Ye Errong had passed away for two years, and his mother Irene in Italy had passed away for ten years. Now, apart from Ye Lin, the Ye family only had an aunt Rebecca who came from Italy to take care of her nephew, and the housekeeper Fang Bo who had taken care of the young master since he was a child. There were no other relatives.
As for the other dozen or so servants in the villa, they were probably not even acquaintances in the eyes of the proud young master.
Looking back at his memories, Ye Lin couldn't help but sneer. No wonder he felt tired and weak all over.
It turned out that the young master had passed away a few minutes ago. He died quietly in his room, but no one in the entire villa noticed anything unusual. It was really interesting.
Thinking of what Ye Errong said about his sons, brothers, sisters and descendants dying without a single one, it seems to be true. The young master died at the very beginning.
Ye Lin felt a little more sorry for Ye Errong at this time. His only precious son was gone in such an unclear way, and he didn't know who would get the benefit of such a huge fortune.
The murderer was most likely after the Ye family's property. Who wouldn't be jealous of the Ye family's half of Hong Kong's property? It's impossible for Ye Errong's brothers and sisters in the inland area to be murdered. They probably thought that this brother was gone long ago.
Those who have close contact with the young master in Hong Kong include his aunt Rebecca, the housekeeper Fang Bo, and the young master's boyfriend Ji Yuanping.
This young master is living a very carefree life and has even started a relationship. It seems that he has been coaxed to the point of being completely lost.
I don’t know how much money has been given away. If it weren’t for Uncle Huang, a close confidant of Ye Errong who was arranged to work in the company, I’m afraid the company would have given it all away.
From this perspective, the most likely murderer is the young master's boyfriend Ji Yuanping.
Judging from his memories of the past eighteen years, Ye Lin was unwilling to think badly of his aunt and Uncle Fang. Over the years, the two of them had treated the young master as their own child.
The young master's mother Irene and aunt Rebecca were from the Italian aristocratic family Fairburne. The family business was spread throughout Western Europe. At the peak of their career, their ancestors had a private army, had an alliance with the royal family and had a queen. They were also distant cousins of the two sisters of the British emperor.
In this generation, the only direct descendants of the family are Irene and Rebecca. Mother Irene met Ye Errong while traveling in Hong Kong. After getting married, they settled in Hong Kong and handed the family over to her sister Rebecca, leaving only part of the shares. Therefore, Rebecca is a top rich woman and has no shortage of money.
The housekeeper Fang Bo was fished out of the sea by Ye Errong when he was young. Fang Bo was still a teenager in his twenties at the time. His parents were framed and exiled to the Northeast. Before leaving, they handed Fang Bo over to an old neighbor who was going to smuggle himself into Hong Kong.
That night, Fang Bo and his family's homemade boat capsized, and the old neighbor was swept away by a wave and disappeared. Fortunately, Fang Bo was rescued by Ye Errong.
From then on, Fang Bo followed Ye Errong from the community building to Repulse Bay, and spent most of his life with him. The childless Ye family was his home, and Ye Errong and the young master were his relatives. From this perspective, Fang Bo could not be the murderer.
But how could Ji Yuanping kill the young master in the bedroom of the villa? The most unlikely thing happened in the safest place. Isn't this just the darkest place.
Ye Lin changed his posture and leaned against the goose down pillow, so there must be a traitor in this villa who is cooperating with Ji Yuanping.
As for who this person is, Ye Lin didn't find any clues after searching his memory. After all, the young master never paid attention to the servants in the house. Except for his aunt and Lord Fang, he had little impression of other servants. It seemed that Ye Lin had to go and see it himself.
After Ye Lin finished thinking about it, he couldn't hold on any longer.
He decided to take a nap first. Sleep was the most important thing in the world. The murderer felt that he was going to die and would not come looking for him for a while.
The clock struck three in the afternoon
At this moment, the scent of roses in the room was almost gone, but Ye Lin's nose still felt uncomfortable. He rubbed his nose and opened his eyes.
Ye Lin had slept enough this time and his mind was a little clearer. He decided to make the best of it and get up to familiarize himself with the environment.
After standing up, he finally saw the whole picture of the room. His face moved and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
The room is as luxurious as it is strangely decorated.
There was a luxurious French crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, a jeweled gold velvet carpet underfoot, and in front of the bed stood an antique nine-panel huanghuali wood screen with several popular Hong Kong star posters on it.
Ye Lin thought of putting up posters on the antique screen, worthy of being a rich young man from Hong Kong.
Passing through the screen, I arrived at the small living room in the room, which was furnished with a set of Italian light luxury leather sofas and a mahogany low coffee table.
There were two sets of tea sets on the coffee table, a purple clay teapot and a gilded coffee cup and saucer. Not far away, a landscape painting hung on the off-white relief wall. It was impossible to tell which master's work it was. There was no charcoal burning in the fireplace below.
This room looks strange no matter how you look at it. It takes talent to be able to combine Chinese and Western styles like this.
From my memory, it was a combination of my mother Irene’s preferences and Ye Errong’s aesthetic taste that resulted in such a brilliant design.
Ye Lin sat casually on the sofa, thinking about what the young master did and who he met before his death.
It doesn't look like poisoning. He just checked his body and there were no external injuries. From what he remembered, the young master seemed to have a congenital disease?
"Xiao Ling, is the young master's congenital disease serious?"
"Young Master, my name is 000." The 000 system was very dissatisfied that Ye Lin could not remember its name and felt ignored.
"Okay, Xiao Ling, go ahead."
Ye Lin ignored 000's protest. He was just that lazy. Three zeros were too difficult to pronounce. Seeing that resistance was futile, 000 had no choice but to accept the name.
"Master, the young master has asthma and is allergic to peanuts. However, his asthma is very mild and he almost never gets sick. However, peanuts can be fatal if they become serious. Peanuts have been strictly prohibited in our home for many years."
After listening to 000, Ye Lin felt that the original body's death must be related to allergens, but no matter how stupid the original body was, he would not eat peanuts to seek death, and there were no signs of fighting in the room. How did the murderer do it?
"Xiao Ling, you said I want to kill Ye Lin, how should I do it? Let him die quietly and honestly."
Ye Lin tapped the dark armrests of the sofa with his fair fingers and finished speaking calmly. With his pretty pale face, which had just been revived, he looked like an artistic perverted murderer.
"Ah! 000 What the hell!"
Ye Lin held his forehead helplessly. The sonic attack almost made his hair stand up. He was about to speak.
The bedroom door was opened from the outside.
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