Yoruichi Toyama lay on the ground, staring in horror at the chandelier wreckage less than 20 centimeters from her body.

"How is everyone? Is everyone alright?..."

"How could the chandelier have fallen down?..."

"Waiter! Come quick and clean this up!..."

Once the crowd understood the situation, a new round of noise erupted.

Someone wanted to open the lobby door and call someone over.

Without a second thought, Toyama Yoruichi jumped up.

"Wait a minute!...Everyone, please stay where you are and don't move!"

Because it was too noisy, he grabbed the microphone from the emcee and shouted loudly.

The shout, amplified by the microphone, echoed through the hall, drowning out all other noise and causing everyone to freeze instinctively for a moment.

"I am Detective Toyama, and also a special advisor to the Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigative Division. Please follow my instructions for now!"

"We may have just encountered a murder attempt."

There were too many people in the venue, so in order to quickly control the situation, Toyama Yoru threw out all his titles at once.

But it's very likely that the phrase "attempted murder" will still be the one that will come into play.

As the crowd quieted down, he turned to look at the bewildered emcee whose microphone had been snatched away.

"Please call the police and get them here quickly."

"After all, the person they're trying to murder is a city councilor."

The emcee trembled slightly, nodded, and began dialing 110.

The two sentences transmitted through the microphone also drew people's attention to another figure still lying on the ground.

City councilor Shigehiko Tobuchi, the slick-haired man, was groaning and slumped down until Yoruichi Toyama took his arm, which helped him to his feet.

"Are you alright?" Yoruichi Toyama asked, and when she saw him shake his head, she turned back to face the crowd.

"The police will be here soon. Please stay where you are, do not move around or touch anything, and keep the scene as it is."

"Pah! Why should we listen to you?" a bald, bearded man spat angrily.

To show his disobedience, he deliberately picked up the salad on the cold plate table and ate it with relish.

"Mr. Sanping, please don't do this, the police are coming..." the emcee said tremblingly.

However, Big Beard Sanping remained unmoved.

His behavior seemed to provoke a lot of backlash, and the crowd's gazes toward Yoruichi Toyama became somewhat hostile.

“You have no right to restrict our actions!” a woman’s voice said in English, which was then translated for her by the people around her.

"Besides, this place is a mess of garbage; at least someone should throw it out..."

Her accent was heavily American, and she sounded particularly arrogant when expressing her dissatisfaction.

Thanks to this accent, Yoruichi Toyama, who was used to the British English plug-in in the system, instinctively experienced some hearing difficulties, and her understanding of the meaning was also delayed.

This prevented me from having an unconscious, unusual reaction when facing Miss Chris Vineyard.

The true form of absinthe, which I had never seen before, was now within reach.

But Yoruichi Toyama couldn't show any sign that he knew her.

She could only suppress her racing heartbeat and turn her gaze to the translator beside her, shaking her head upon hearing the translation.

“This is a murder case, miss,” he replied, deliberately using a British accent. “I hope you will cooperate.”

After saying that, he switched back to Japanese and repeated it to everyone.

"What murder!" the bald man muttered, chewing on his salad. "Do you have any evidence?"

With a "crunch," he seemed to have bitten into something hard and spat it out with considerable displeasure.

"Call the waiter! What's in this lousy salad? It almost knocked my teeth out!"

It should be said that troublemakers are everywhere.

But at this moment, Yoruichi Toyama needs someone to take the lead.

Of course, it's definitely not Miss Chris Vineyard.

“If I were you, Mr. Sanpei,” Yoruichi Toyama’s tone changed from her previous harshness to a very amiable one, with an enigmatic smile on her face, “I wouldn’t touch any of the food here.”

"When the lights were off just now, even the chandelier fell down. Who knows if someone might have put something in these foods..."

He deliberately dragged out his words until Sanping's face changed, and he threw the salad on the table as if he had seen a cockroach.

"Of course, I'm not sure what it is either."

Yoruichi Toyama finished speaking with a smile, then bent down and picked up the hard object that had been spat out on the ground.

As he expected, it was half a metal chain link, with the broken edge slightly twisted.

Because of what he had just said, and out of curiosity about what he had obtained, there was a slight commotion in the crowd, with many people jostling and pushing.

"Alright, everyone please stay where you are and do not open the doors to the hall."

"The murderer who committed the crime is very likely still here, hiding among you all."

"It would be bad if he managed to slip some evidence onto you during the chaos."

Faced with this disorganized and undisciplined mob, Yoruichi Toyama employed the art of sowing discord.

Everyone immediately stopped moving obediently.

How long until the police arrive?

"Huh?" the emcee stammered when asked, "15...15 minutes..."

"It seems I'll have to solve the case myself," Yoruichi Toyama thought to himself.

Waiting for 15 minutes in this mental state feels like 15 hours to anyone.

If a troublemaker really storms off, there's really nothing you can do to stop them.

We still need to use magic.

"Let me first explain what happened: I happened to walk under the chandelier in the darkness just now, and heard an unusual noise. I quickly pulled the person next to me to the ground, avoiding the spot where the chandelier would fall..."

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