Fujino Yasuo instantly understood that look in his eyes—he was filled with regret. He should never have acted impulsively and provoked the other person just because they were more handsome than him and stole his thunder!

But even now, he still clings to a sliver of hope: "A motive alone isn't enough to convict someone. Do you have any evidence?"

Yuzuru suddenly changed the subject: "I heard you won the title of 'Cake Prince' with your chocolate wood cake, although..." His gaze swept over Natsumi Kosaka, "...this title is not quite worthy of the name."

How can a fake prince compare to a real princess?

Fujino Yasuo shouted, "Are you going to say I killed someone with a wooden cake? That's absurd!"

Yuzuru ignored him and instead said to Inspector Megure, "Inspector Megure, could you please send someone to check out Fujino Yasuo's control panel? I believe there will be a pleasant surprise."

"yes!"

Inspector Megure immediately signaled to the officers to go inside and search.

A short while later, the police officer came out, carrying an evidence bag containing some sawdust.

"Report: We found these sawdust under Fujino Yasuo's workbench."

Upon seeing the wood chips in the officer's hand, Fujino Yasuo's expression changed drastically.

“These sawdust…” Inspector Megure took the evidence bag and examined it carefully. “They look like…”

“Chocolate wood chips,” Hanyu Nan picked up the conversation, looking at Fujino Yasuo with amusement. “To be precise, specially treated chocolate wood chips. Mr. Fujino, aren’t you quite skilled at making chocolate wood cakes?”

Kosaka Natsumi suddenly exclaimed softly, "Ah! Could it be...?"

“That’s right.” Yuzuru gave her an approving look. “The shop manager was ‘killed’ by the chocolate wood cake.”

The scene erupted in uproar.

Inspector Megure looked puzzled: "Master Yuzuru, what's going on? Can chocolate kill people?"

"Chocolate certainly can't kill people."

Yuzuru said unhurriedly, "But wood can kill."

"Xiao Lan".

"exist!"

Xiao Lan, who had appeared next to the house at some point, heard Yu Sheng Nan's call, stood in a fighting stance, took a deep breath, and punched the wall in front of her.

"Bang!!!"

With a loud bang, the cake shop seemed to shake a few times.

As Xiaolan withdrew her fist, a fist-sized gap appeared where she had just struck, and the outer biscuit coating was broken, revealing the wooden structure inside.

Yuzuru's voice rang out at the right moment: "Although the exterior of this building is a cake house, and it looks like you can eat anything, it is actually just covered with a cookie coating on the outside. The inside is still a wooden house."

“I think, Fujino Yasuo, you got your inspiration from here, to wrap the murder weapon in a cake.”

Xiaolan withdrew her fist and shook her wrist, which showed no reaction.

The conspicuous hole in the wall made everyone gasp.

"This...this..." Inspector Megure stared in shock at the hole. "So the murder weapon was a chocolate wood cake made of wood?"

Yuzuru nodded: "That's right, Fujino Yasuo used his specialty, chocolate wood cake, as a disguise."

Natsumi Kosaka said softly, seemingly lost in thought, "So those sawdust..."

“It’s the remnants of the murder weapon.” Yuzuru took over her words. “Mr. Fujino, you specifically chose a special type of wood—iron birch. This wood is as hard as iron and can be used as a murder weapon.”

Fujino Yasuo's face was deathly pale, and large beads of sweat kept sliding down his forehead. He struggled to say, "Nonsense! So what if there are sawdust? What does that prove?"

"The garden."

"Here it comes! Here it comes!"

Sonoko excitedly ran to the crowd with a plate in hand. Three exquisite chocolate wooden cakes were neatly arranged and looked exactly the same.

She placed the tray on the table, put her hands on her hips triumphantly, and said, "Finally, it's my turn to make my appearance!"

Yuzuru gave her an approving look, then looked at Natsumi Kosaka, "Natsumi, could you, as a pastry chef, identify which of these three cakes is 'special'?"

“I’m not worthy of the title of master; I’m just a little bit smarter than others.” Natsumi Kosaka smiled playfully, then elegantly picked up a knife and gently tapped the surface of the first cake.

“This sound is too crisp…” She shook her head, then turned to the second one, “This echo is too muffled…”

When the tip of the knife touched the third cake, she suddenly stopped. The knife lightly grazed the surface of the cake, making a peculiar sound.

“This one,” she pointed to the cake in the middle without hesitation, “the sound is off, and it’s noticeably denser than the other two.”

Yuzuru nodded approvingly: "No wonder he is a pastry chef who graduated from Le Cordon Bleu in Paris."

He took the knife and, under the tense gaze of everyone, slowly cut open the cake that had been identified.

The blade encountered significant resistance after cutting in about a third of the way.

"Look carefully." Yuzuru Nan applied a little force with his hand, and with a crisp "crack," the cake was split in two—inside was a hard, dark brown piece of wood, with dark red marks still remaining on the edges.

"Blood...bloodstains!" Inspector Megure exclaimed.

Fujino Yasuo's legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees, stammering, "I...I..."

“This is the murder weapon.” Yuzuru put down the knife and wiped his fingers. “Wrap the ironwood block in a special chocolate shell and strike the manager on the back of the head while he’s tasting it. Afterward, disguise the murder weapon as an ordinary cake and prepare to dispose of it when you have the chance.”

“But you didn’t expect,” Natsumi Kosaka added with a smile, “that just because of a moment of impulsiveness, you would provoke someone you shouldn’t have, completely ruining what should have been a flawless plan.”

Sonoko looked at Fujino Yasuo, who was kneeling on the ground, burying his face in his hands and crying, and gave him a look of silent sorrow.

Of all people to mess with, why did they have to provoke Nan?

Didn't she know that her son Nan is the most stingy?

Inspector Megure, having finally sorted out his thoughts, asked, "Yasuo Fujino, do you have anything else to say?"

Fujino Yasuo suddenly burst into hysterical laughter: "Hahaha... That old bastard deserved it! He promised to let me start my own business, but he kept my recipe for himself... The chocolate wood cake that I painstakingly developed has become his cash cow!"

His laughter gradually turned into sobs: "I...I just want what's rightfully mine..."

Inspector Megure sighed and gestured for the officers to handcuff him: "Yasuo Fujino, you are suspected of murder. You are now formally arrested."