Conan, thinking that since Ran wouldn't leave, might as well enjoy his steamed buns.

He seemed to want to take the soy sauce on the table, but as soon as it was turned in front of him and he reached out his hand, the turntable started moving, and the soy sauce moved away from him.

Conan thought it was a coincidence, and after finally getting the soy sauce back in front of him, the spinning wheel started moving again.

He looked utterly hopeless. Xiao Lan didn't understand his heart; now even the spinning wheel wouldn't obey him.

Kōyū found it somewhat amusing and handed the vinegar next to him to Conan: "What's with the vinegar and soy sauce dipping sauce?"

Conan thanked him and poured some vinegar into his dish.

After all, xiaolongbao without vinegar is soulless, and eating soulless food is worse than not eating it at all.

After pouring in the vinegar, Conan wanted to stimulate his taste buds, since it was raining outside and the temperature was a bit low, so he wanted to eat something spicy to warm up.

The same thing happened again; as soon as I turned the chili oil to my face, the turntable started moving again.

This time, without Conan saying anything, Ran got the chili oil for him.

Guangyou's nostrils flared as a smell of roast duck suddenly wafted into his nose.

Sure enough, a brightly colored and fragrant roast duck was pushed up on a cart.

The cart also had side dishes like lotus leaf pancakes, so it looked like this dish was Peking duck.

The man with the goatee smiled and said to the uncle with the mouri next to him, "The Peking duck at this restaurant is absolutely amazing. You must try it later, sir."

Guangyou felt that the roast duck was rather meager; besides lotus leaf buns, a dish of sweet sauce, and a dish of scallions, there was nothing else, and the price was quite high.

But it's good enough to have something to eat. Guangyou put the roast duck into his mouth, and it tasted alright.

After taking just one bite, the man with the goatee clutched his throat in pain and collapsed onto the table.

Well, another person has died.

It looks like it's potassium cyanide poisoning again.

This made Kōyū realize once again the weakness of Japan's chemical product control, that anyone could get their hands on potassium cyanide.

Anyone could use potassium cyanide to premeditate murder.

He shook his head, ignoring the strange atmosphere on the table, and continued to eat his food.

"Xiao Lan, call the police immediately!"

Actually, Ran didn't even need Uncle Mori to say anything; she just took out her phone and called the police.

In order not to disrupt the scene, Guangyou reluctantly put down the roast duck he was eating halfway through and stood aside.

...

After the police arrived and completed a simple test, the lead officer asked the question that Guangyou really wanted to ask.

The lead officer was a seemingly serious-looking man with a buzz cut, a stern, square face, and a tall stature. He looked somewhat similar to Officer Yokogawa with his coral-head haircut, except that he had a different hairstyle.

With his hands in his pockets, the man with the buzz cut looked at the dead man and said with a slightly troubled expression, "I really don't know where the recent prisoners got these poisons from."

Guangyou also wanted to ask this question, because most of the poisoning cases he was dealing with involved potassium cyanide.

It was as if there were no other poisons.

"Sister Xiaolan, I need to go to the restroom."

"Be careful."

After greeting Xiaolan, Guangyou headed towards the restroom.

There was no one in the restroom, so Guangyou locked himself in a stall.

He took out his phone and called Chengshi.

"Sister Chengshi, I'd like to ask you to help me investigate someone."

...

Inside the Lavender Bar, Cheng Shi was wiping wine glasses.

If Kōyū were there, he would definitely complain about why the bar receptionist is always wiping glasses.

When Chengshi answered the phone, she was both delighted and a little resentful: "Guangyou, you haven't been here in a long time. I thought you had forgotten about this bar."

Guangyou quickly explained, "How could that be? I still have to go to school."

Cheng Shi laughed, but her tone was full of dissatisfaction: "You call and then ask me for help. I feel like I've become a tool."

"By the way, I sent you a gift, did you receive it?"

Chengshi picked up an unopened package from under the bar: "I received it, but I haven't opened it yet."

"Then you can open it first."

Kōyū felt a little embarrassed that he had been asking Narumi for help. He had bought the gift last time, but he didn't expect that Narumi hadn't opened it yet.

The contents inside were very simple: a talisman and a cheongsam.

Narumi's eyes were full of laughter, and a satisfied smile appeared on her lips.

The cheongsam has an excellent texture; the finest silk is truly exceptional.

The pure white cheongsam is adorned with plum blossoms, simple and elegant.

A well-fitting cheongsam can beautifully accentuate a woman's graceful figure and elevate her overall气质 (qi zhi - a combination of temperament, bearing, and style).

Holding the cheongsam, Cheng Shidu smiled and said, "Go ahead, what's the matter?"

"I'd like to ask you to help me find the name of an actress who died a year ago right after filming a movie. Her name was Li Hua. I wonder if you, Sister Chengshi, could find it?"

Upon hearing the request, Chengshi agreed without much thought.

Although the full name is not available, the scope has been narrowed down. It is challenging, but not too difficult, since the other party is not some important figure whose information needs to be kept secret.

Give me a few minutes, I'll text you in a bit.

After hanging up the phone, Guangyou went straight out of the bathroom.

As soon as he returned to the lobby, Guangyou saw Uncle Mori staring wide-eyed at Yokomizo with his buzz cut, saying, "You are Yokomizo, no doubt about it!"

"You must have gotten into trouble at work and your boss shaved your head, and you're afraid we friends will laugh at you and you'll be embarrassed, so you're pretending not to know us, right?"

Uncle Mori looked like he knew exactly what was going on, and said with a smile, "We're all friends, why would we make fun of you? Besides, your hair looks much better now."

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