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The Secret Case of Cuizhu Garden
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In the Jiangnan Cuizhu Garden, the drizzle was patting the garden gently. However, such a large amount of rain could not clean up the terrifying things that happened today. Our great benefactor Mr. Song Wenxuan died strangely in his study! The doors and windows were closed, and the mystery of the secret room made people breathless. I am the famous and renowned Hawthorne detective. Whenever I appear, I will make the criminals tremble, because I know all their secrets. One night, I was sitting in the study as usual, enjoying the quiet night, and suddenly the phone rang, breaking it all. I picked up the phone, and a hurried voice came from the other end of the phone, telling me that Song Wenxuan was killed. I immediately put on my gold-rimmed glasses, put on my black windbreaker, got in my black Ford, and rushed to the crime scene. When I arrived at the scene, I saw Song Wenxuan's body. He was lying on the floor of the study, wearing a black suit. His eyes were wide open, as if telling his unwillingness and anger. I walked to his side and carefully observed his body. There were no obvious wounds on his body, but his face was pale and his lips were purple. It was obvious that he died of poisoning. I stood in front of the study door, carefully checking every corner through my gold-rimmed glasses, trying to find more clues. Suddenly, I found that the window of the study was not closed tightly. When I approached the window, I found a clear footprint on the windowsill. I immediately knew that it must be the footprint of the murderer. I decided to carefully collect this footprint and bring it to my assistants for further analysis. The study was filled with the scent of sandalwood and ink. I looked around. The various items in the study - inkstones, brushes, landscape paintings, etc. were arranged in an orderly manner, without any signs of fighting. Only the ancient books on the bookshelf were scattered, as if they were all left at the last moment of his life. I walked to the bookshelf and carefully examined each book. I found that there was a black mark on the cover of one of the books. I picked up the book, smelled it, and found that there was a faint fragrance on it. I knew that this must be the clue left by the murderer. I decided to take the book back and study it carefully. Although I know this is a difficult case and the murderer is very cunning, I firmly believe that as long as I investigate carefully, I can always find the real murderer and seek justice for Song Wenxuan. Li Wanqing, Song Wenxuan's wife, although her voice is trembling very badly at this moment, her words are so firm and powerful. She said to Mr. Hawthorne in a very respectful tone: "It's great that you can come. We feel much more at ease now." I nodded to them and promised that I would do my best to uncover this mystery. Song Zian is the son of Song Wenxuan. With a pale face, Song Zian looked at Hawthorne, his face full of confusion and sadness: "Mr. Hawthorne, my father is innocent, kind, and treats everyone like a spring breeze. He has brought a lot of help to everyone. Who would do such a cruel thing to him?" I patted his shoulder softly and said to him: "Evidence is the most important." Song Zihan is a girl with a look of desire for the truth. Song Zihan asked me: "Is this really a murder case?" Her eyes were full of confusion and uneasiness. She hoped to get a positive answer to eliminate her inner fear and doubt. I was silent for a moment and said seriously: "I think this is a murder case." My tone was full of determination, which made Song Zihan feel the seriousness of the matter. I immediately started my work, picked up the brush, dipped the ink into the tip of the brush, and completed all the work, including grinding the inkstone, in the most ancient and solemn way. Then I picked up a notebook left by Song Wenxuan before his death, and put it into contemplation, carefully studying and examining every line and every word, trying to find some vitality that would give me more opportunities to continue exploring. As the night gradually fell, Cuizhu Garden returned to tranquility. I sat alone in the study, flipping through Song Wenxuan's diary, frowning and lost in thought. Despite the difficulty of the case, the obstacles within the family, the urgency of time, and the pressure from the outside world, I always firmly believed in the power of truth and justice. Late at night, I stood by the window and vowed to seek justice for Song Wenxuan. Sitting at the desk, I found some strange symbols on the edge of the diary, some of which were similar to hieroglyphics, some were similar to musical notes, and some were similar to numbers. Curiosity drove me to want to know what these symbols represent, and I decided to use my detective skills to unravel the secrets of these symbols one by one. Suddenly, I heard a slight sound of footsteps, and quickly turned off the lights and waited quietly. A dark figure flashed in, and I held the stun gun tightly for self-defense, ready to respond at any time. The dark figure looked around silently, and I immediately turned on the light and held his arm tightly to prevent him from escaping the moment the light came on. I saw him turn his head and I saw the true face of the man. It turned out to be Song Zian. He looked very scared at this time, his pupils dilated, and I couldn't help but feel a chill rising from the bottom of my heart. I asked in confusion: "Mr. Song, what are you doing here so late?" He said tremblingly: "I just want to...see my father's things." I let go of his hand, but I was still on guard: "If you know anything, please tell me." Song Zian was silent for a moment, and then a look of deep thought appeared on his face. He stroked his face gently, as if recalling something, and then he slowly said: "My father once told me a mysterious story before he died. The Cuizhu Garden in the story hides a secret, and this secret may affect the fate of our entire family."
Hearing this, I immediately understood the depth and complexity of this case. This secret may be the key to solving the mystery of the secret room. I couldn't wait to ask, "What exactly is this secret?" Song Zian shook his head and said, "When the time comes, he will tell us naturally." After comforting him, I made up my mind to find out the truth of the matter. After seeing Song Zian off, I sat down at my desk again, full of doubts. What is the connection between this secret and Song Wenxuan's death? I must solve this mystery as soon as possible. I looked at the symbols printed on the notebook line by line again. All these seemingly complex puzzles seemed to be solved only by a specific key. I began to think, what exactly is this key? I began to search in my mind, trying to find some clues. I thought of the library, where there are many books on cryptography and decryption. I decided to go to the library tomorrow to check the relevant information, hoping to find the answer to the code. The tranquility of Cuizhu Garden was completely broken by my thoughts. I have embarked on a challenging road, and the mysterious secret at the end has not yet been revealed.
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