Inspector Wensker had just arrived at the office and poured a freshly brewed coffee into his Schalke 04 cup, which was eyed critically by his colleagues. Here, one was a Bayern fan. Luckily it wasn't the Borussians from Dortmund, otherwise he probably would have been chased away with a pitchfork right on his first day. Anyway, he opened the village newspaper. Aha, Benno Klever, the owner of the flower shop had won a prize for his tuberose cultivation. He smiled cheerfully into the camera, the white flower stems flanking him on the left and right. In the background could be seen Perennial Peter, second place winner. He looked grim.
Rubert suddenly rushed into his office, "The flower Benno! Dead! Erdolcht! With an iris! Or something!"
Wensker spat the coffee across the table. "who...how...what? ...why...why?...
Yes, let's go to the crime scene!"
Off the three drove, colleague Schaller was also along for the ride. The old police VW rumbled through the rural streets, then they arrived. Resi from forensics was already there. "Hello, Wensker. Benno, he hasn't been dead long. Was discovered directly by his employee here in the shop."
"Ok but where is the blood and the murder weapon?"
"Ja mei, should the Gustl chase away the customers with the bloody sight? She has already cleaned and washed off the lily and sold it."
"what can I say? It's a bit amateurish. But the flower is hardly the murder weapon. Who acquired it anyway?"
"Your colleague Schaller."
"Schaller..."
"For my wife, she was a bit upset after last night's pub crawl."
"Bring those in please, there may be some usable trace evidence on them."
"Unfortunately no. My wife was still angry and pulled them over my head and then disposed of them."
"....egal, so the gun is missing though? Will hardly have been the lily."
"It's missing, as are the prize tuberoses. The murder was so recent and I suppose he can't be far. Perhaps he's still in the house!"
"Get me the sniffer dog, one that can sniff out tuberoses!"
"We haven't."
"Well, then, you can search the whole place yourself, just follow your nose!"
"I've got the sniffles."
"Just get in the car, Schaller!"
Wensker set off, the beguiling scent of prize-winning tuberoses over everything, and so he knew he would gradually approach his destination this way. He started walking and almost slipped.
"Who's been spreading the currants around here? That smells all right, the tuberose smells so richer and darker but did it have to be?"
"That was none of us, maybe the first clue! To me, though, it smells like currant candy at first. Then gets darker quickly though."
Wensker walked on, soon noticing that there was something olfactory in the air. "Ok, you all know I'm on a diet! Which one of you is spooning honey right now?"
"No one, this is the jasmine that Benno keeps here. It colors the tuberose scent a little sweeter, a little honey-like. But boss, what are you doing? Don't put the jasmine in your mouth all at once, chief!"
With combined efforts, they managed to dissuade Wensker from the jasmine and arrived in the deceased's bedroom.
"Interesting clothes Benno wore in private."
"You mean the jeans on the door hook?"
"No, more the lacquer and leather ensemble there on the wall. That even still smells! Reminds me a bit of the currants!"
"That's right, boss. The tuberose mingles with that coarse smell, wearing off a bit itself. It's not that new though, the leather doesn't smell strong."
"I'm too sexy for my shirt
Too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I'm too sexy for Milan
Too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan
I'm too sexy for your party
Too sexy for your party
No way I'm disco dancing"
"What was that?"
"Right Said Fred, Boss. From 2007."
"I get it, Rubert, you....ach! Where did that come from?"
"From the cupboard there, I suppose, sounded like a mobile phone ringtone."
Wensker opened the cupboard, "yes look at that, the perennial Peter! And in his hand, the tuberoses! Covered in blood! Come out!"
"I'll take over here!" said Rubert. "The thing is clear: Peter, where's the murderer gone who's got you locked up here and bloodied? Come here first, go me a warm blanket for him!"
"Er, Rubert, he's still got the gun in his hand..."
"Peter! Yes is it...?? You were able to take the gun from the murderer?"
----- silence-----
On the way back, the scent of tuberose was still on Wensker's nose, but there was suddenly something else creamy and slightly animalistic resonating in the air. "Musk? Here? There's nothing here but fields...and a tree..."
He looked at the tree and... "Lisl? Free again?"
Flos Mortis is an intense tuberose fragrance, slightly tart and dark at the beginning. After that, the tuberose is always given the protagonist role, but in the process its disposition changes from dark, sweetly seductive to creamy - depending on who is accompanying the tuberose at that moment. Thus, Flos Mortis can only be described as a successful journey through the individual nuances of this flower.
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