He sniffed Su Mingyuan's mouth and nose again and caught the faintest trace of medicine. It was so subtle that one would never notice it without smelling carefully.
Lin Taichu's heart stirred as something suddenly occurred to him. He took a Silver Needle from his medicine case, lightly pricked Su Mingyuan's tongue tip, then pulled it out and examined it closely.
The needle's tip carried a faint whitish tint. It was not a sign of poisoning, but rather like he had taken some medicine that suppressed the pulse and breathing.
"No, Su Mingyuan isn't dead. He's faking it," Lin Taichu said with certainty.
Wang Xiaohu froze. "Faking it? How is that possible? Just now, he didn't even seem to be breathing."
"He took some medicine that can make a person's pulse and breathing extremely weak, making them look just like a corpse."
Lin Taichu said, "Look at his wound. Its edges are neat. It was obviously made deliberately, all so we'd think he had been murdered."
"Then why is he pretending to be dead?" Wang Xiaohu asked.
"To make me give up investigating him."
"He knows I've been investigating him all along and have ruined his plans several times. He's afraid I'll keep digging and interfere with his plans, so he wants to fake his death and make me think he's dead, so I'll stop investigating him."
He stood and looked outside the cave. "The person who delivered the note, as well as the one who watched me yesterday, were both his men. He lured me here on purpose so I would see his corpse."
Wang Xiaohu grew anxious. "Then what do we do now? Wake him up and arrest him?"
Lin Taichu shook his head. "No. We have no evidence that he's faking his death. Besides, his men must