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Walking into Mr. Wang's room, the scene in front of him was a little different from Ye Chen's imagination.

The whole room has a huge space. In addition to the sleeping bedroom, there is also a special reception area and study room.

The decoration of the whole room looks antique and looks very low-key, but it is actually very luxurious.

Ye Chen glanced at the table in the room, it was all carved from ancient wood, and it was also extremely precious golden nanmu.

"Does the old man like golden nanmu very much?" Ye Chen glanced at the decoration of the room and said casually.

"My father likes these high-quality woods very much, especially this golden nanmu." Wang Qingyuan nodded.

"With so much golden nanmu, I'm afraid I can buy a few villas in the best wealthy area in Zhonghai."

It was also the first time for Mu Xuelan to walk into Mr. Wang's room, and she was immediately overwhelmed by the low-key luxury.

It's not that she has never seen a rich man, but this is indeed the first time she has seen such a rich man.

The various furniture visible to the naked eye are all made of golden nanmu, especially the wooden table in the living room, which looks like it was dug out of a whole golden nanmu, which is extremely precious.

Even Su Qingcheng, who came from a rich family like Su's family, was a little amazed in his eyes.

Ye Chen glanced in the living room, but didn't find anything special, so he went straight into the study.

The huge bookcase came into Ye Chen's eyes.

This bookcase is also assembled from golden nanmu, and it is filled with all kinds of books.

Ye Chen glanced at it. There were various types of books. Mr. Wang covered a wide range of fields, and Ye Chen had never even heard of some books.

"Does the old man usually like to read?" Ye Chen asked casually.

"My grandfather spends a few hours reading every day, mostly after breakfast in the morning, and will stay in this study until almost eleven o'clock." Wang Tianyu stood behind Ye Chen and said.

Ye Chen walked to the desk, and there was a book on the world's financial currency on it. Ye Chen flipped through it casually, and there was a bookmark left by the old man on it.

"Ye Chen, did you find anything?" Wang Qingyuan was a little anxious at this moment.

If he doesn't find out what kind of poison his father has, Wang Qingyuan is a little worried that the old man won't be able to hold on.

Once something happened to his father, it would definitely be a disaster for the Wang family.

Ye Chen didn't respond to Wang Qingyuan, glanced at the study, and saw a pot of plants placed on the windowsill.

This is a plant similar to daffodils, but the branches are all purple, and the flowers that bloom are also purple. Under the sunlight, they look like purple crystals, extremely beautiful.

"Purple Impatiens?"

Ye Chen's face was a little gloomy, and he took the potted plant off the window sill.

"A nice scent."

As the purple impatiens swayed slightly, a strong fragrance slowly spread, and Mu Xuelan and the others standing behind Ye Chen immediately smelled a strong fragrance.

"Where did this purple impatiens come from?"

Ye Chen asked seriously.

"Ye Chen, this flower isn't poisonous, is it?"

Looking at the plants in Ye Chen's hands, Wang Tianyu felt a little psychologically shadowed.

"Purple Impatiens, cold in nature, its branches and roots are poisonous, with a strong aroma, although it has the effect of refreshing the mind, but smelling the fragrance for a long time will damage the nervous system."

Ye Chen opened his mouth to explain.

"Ye Chen, such a beautiful flower is actually poisonous?" Mu Xuelan and the others were also a little confused.

After being popularized by Ye Chen, Mu Xuelan even had some psychological shadows about these beautiful plants.

Who knows if there will be any poisonous plants to buy.

"The more beautiful something is, the more likely it is dangerous."

Ye Chen casually pinched off a branch of the purple impatiens, and suddenly a purple-black juice flowed out from the broken branch, exuding a strong stench.

"Disgusting juice."

Mu Xuelan frowned slightly, her eyes were full of disgust.

"Where did this purple impatiens come from?"

Wang Qingyuan gritted his teeth, his face a little gloomy.

In his father's room, there was such a poisonous flower, which made Wang Qingyuan feel a little inconceivable.

"Dad, Wang Tian is in charge of this bedroom." Wang Tianyu moved closer to Wang Qingyuan's side, his face full of disbelief.

Wang Qingyuan squinted his eyes, his eyes were a little sharp.

"Wang Tian will have no problem." Wang Qingyuan pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

Although Wang Tian is not a child of the Wang family, he has a close relationship with the Wang family.

Wang Tian's parents are both servants of the Wang family, so since Wang Tian was born, he has lived in the Wang family's compound and served Mr. Wang.

For so many years, Wang Tian has been diligent and diligent to the Wang family, and was even given the surname of the Wang family, which won the trust of Mr. Wang.

Wang Tian poisoned Mr. Wang without any reason.

"Patriarch Wang, is the old man suffering from insomnia recently?" Ye Chen looked at Wang Tianyu and asked casually.

"It's true that my father's insomnia symptoms have become more and more serious recently. He has consulted some doctors and even prescribed some sleeping pills, but the effect is not very good."

Wang Qingyuan hesitated for a moment: "Is it caused by this purple phoenix fairy?"

"It should be the aroma of the purple impatiens that caused the old man's spirit to deteriorate. The aroma of the purple impatiens not only damages the nerves, but also has an addictive effect."

Ye Chen said softly: "The murderer probably used the effect of the purple impatiens, let's go, go to the old man's bedroom."

Wang Qingyuan looked a little cold, and brought Ye Chen to the old man's bedroom.

As soon as he walked into the old man's bedroom, Ye Chen smelled a very strong fragrance, like some kind of sandalwood.

"Patriarch Wang, did the old man light sandalwood in this room?" Mu Mingtang sniffed and asked subconsciously.

"My father suffers from insomnia during this period, and a small dose of insomnia medicine has no effect. I am afraid that father will take too many sleeping pills, which will affect the body. I heard that this sandalwood can cure insomnia, so I have been using it for a while. Give my father relief with sandalwood."

Wang Qingyuan explained.

"This is not sandalwood. Although the aroma is similar to sandalwood, the effect is obviously different."

Ye Chen sniffed slightly, and suddenly felt that the true energy in his body was a little different.

The sandalwood in the air has a hint of toxicity.

Although it is not very toxic, it has no effect on ordinary people in a short period of time.

But for an old man like Mr. Wang, if he smells this fragrance for a long time, the poisonous gas will inevitably invade his body.

Ye Chen felt that he had almost found the thing that caused the old man to be poisoned.

"Isn't this sandalwood? It's impossible. This is the sandalwood I asked the housekeeper to buy from Zhong Hai's famous herbal medicine store. It can't go wrong."

Wang Qingyuan said with a serious face.

Ye Chen didn't answer, walked to Mr. Wang's bedside, and took out a piece of sandalwood that hadn't burned out yet.

"This isn't sandalwood, it's soul-stirring incense. It smells like sandalwood, but it's highly poisonous."

Ye Chen looked at Wang Qingyuan and said seriously.

"Is this thing poisonous?"

When Wang Qingyuan heard this, his expression changed immediately.