The next day.

Tang Ze, dressed in a black suit, stood in front of the luxurious villa and rang the doorbell.

Then there were some footsteps coming from inside the door, getting closer and closer.

Finally, the door in front of the door opened, revealing the beautiful smiling face of the owner of the room.

"Ah, Tang Ze-san, it's been a long time."

Akana Rika opened the door and looked around, but didn't see anyone else. She couldn't help but laugh and said, "Ms. Natasha didn't come with you? Didn't you say on the phone that you had something important to say about the case?"

"Ah, I strongly requested a private visit."

Tang Ze smiled and said, "Although we're here to discuss the case, we're here to enjoy some snacks after all. I don't want to make the atmosphere of afternoon tea so serious."

"You're such a leisurely person, but I like that." Akaname Rika smiled as she opened the door and greeted him, "Imagawa ware is ready, please come in."

"Sorry to bother you." Tang Ze bowed slightly to express his gratitude, then, under the guidance of the other party, entered the room and sat down at the dining table.

"It smells delicious. Miss Akana's cooking skills are indeed excellent."

After Tang Ze sat down, he looked at the freshly baked Imagawa yaki on the plate, smelled the unique aroma of pastries filling his nose, and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"Thank you for the compliment. Please enjoy it."

Akaname Rika came over with a teapot, brewed a cup of English black tea for Tang Ze and placed it beside her. Then she extended her hand and introduced: "Here I made the matcha flavor that Tang Ze-san likes, and this one has the red bean flavor."

"Well, you're welcome then." Tang Ze smiled when he heard that, reached out and took the matcha flavored one and took a bite, his eyes lit up, "Delicious."

The freshly baked soft shell has the aroma of baked egg and milk, and the refreshing matcha filling has moderate sweetness and temperature. The three are perfectly mixed together, bringing Tangze the ultimate taste enjoyment.

"Thank you for the compliment, I'm glad you like it."

Akana Rika smiled and sat in the seat facing Tang Ze, looking him in the eye. "So, what important things do you want to tell me about the case?"

"It's about the murderer of your husband."

Tang Ze looked at the smiling woman in front of him and said politely, "Actually, the reason I came here this time is because I already know the whole picture of the case, so it is necessary for me to report to you.

"Oh? Really?"

Akana Rika raised her beautiful eyebrows. "So what's the result, Mr. Tokyo's famous detective? Did they catch the murderer who killed my husband?"

"Not yet, but I'm trying."

Tang Ze's smiling face showed no sign of nervousness about catching a criminal. It was as if what he said was just a joke with an old friend. "The criminal is you, Miss Akana Rika. You poisoned the snack."

Across the dining table, Tang Ze looked at Akaname Rika. There was no trace of seriousness on his face. He said in a relaxed tone, "This is the answer I got. What do you think? Do you want to hear my reasoning?"

"Oh? That's really interesting. I'm all ears."

Even though she was accused of being the murderer, there was no anger on Rika Akana's beautiful face. Instead, she had a calm smile on her face, as if she was listening to the person opposite her telling a story that had nothing to do with her.

The story told by Tang Ze is actually not complicated, it is even a bit simple.

The day before the incident, the husband, a writer, told his wife the content of the novel when his new book was about to be completed and published.

When they learned that this was a pure love novel adapted from the true story of a seven-year love affair between her husband and a widow, they had a big fight that day.

The next day, the wife poisoned the snacks and killed her husband.

“Is it that simple?

Akaname Rika looked at Tang Ze and smiled, "Isn't there any tricks or something? It's like in many detective cases, where the criminal used some superb trick to deceive everyone.

Do you think I'm so stupid that I can't even come up with such a trick?"

"But in reality, you haven't come up with those complicated tricks. If you had, it wouldn't be such a headache."

Tang Ze spread his hands and said, "The truth is simplicity itself. The simpler the task, the less flaws there will be after it is completed.

If it's a truly complex case, there will often be loopholes during the execution that even the criminals aren't aware of."

“What’s that saying, ‘The more you do, the more traces you leave behind’?”

Akana Rika smiled and did not discuss the previous issue with Tang Ze again. She immediately asked again: "Then why are you so sure that we had a quarrel?

"You're talking about this, it's a very simple reason."

Tang Ze took a sip of red tea and smiled: Because there is no photo in the room, all the photo frames must have been thrown away during the quarrel, and then the photos were destroyed. Otherwise, there would be no photos in the house, right?

After all, Miss Aisha was incredulous when she heard you say that Mr. Ace was short. Generally speaking, wouldn't it be better to just show her the photo?

Tang Ze raised his eyebrows: "Well, Miss Akana, is my reasoning acceptable?"

"Well~ just consider it passed~"

Akana Rika smiled and nodded, then looked at Tang Ze again and said, "But I have some objections to poisoning the snacks."

Akana Rika picked up an Imagawa-yaki, took a small bite, and then held it up: "Look, this is Imagawa-yaki, how did I poison it to ensure that I would not be poisoned to death?"

Akaname Rika looked at Tang Ze with a playful expression: "Don't forget, I also ate the snacks, and it was the half that my husband gave me. How can I guarantee that I won't be poisoned to death by the poison in the snacks?"

"This is very simple. If Imagawa yaki did not exist from the beginning, then everything would make sense, wouldn't it?" Tang Ze replied as a matter of course.

"Not exist? How is that possible? Miss Aisha saw my husband eat it with her own eyes."

"Just because Imagawa ware doesn't exist doesn't mean dim sum doesn't exist."

Tang Ze picked up an Imagawa-yaki and broke it open. He put it in his mouth, savoring the unique sweetness and glutinous taste of the red beans. He smiled with his eyes narrowed.

“Just because those of us who have never been to Neon haven’t seen it, doesn’t mean I haven’t seen similar dim sum.

Moreover, it is a perfect substitute for Imagawa-yaki, and it is a snack that cannot be detected after entering the stomach."

Seeing that Akaname was no longer smiling, Tang Ze slowly said, "So, the snack you handed to your husband was actually pre-baked taiyaki, right?"

After all, Taiyaki and Imagawayaki are almost the same snack except for their different shapes.