Seeing that everyone present was looking at him, Amemiya repeated his words again.
"Since it has been confirmed that Mr. Schindler died of poisoning, and it is suspected that the poison was caused by eating cake, have you examined the food residue in Mr. Schindler's mouth and stomach?"
Obviously not.
Otherwise, the other party wouldn't be stunned by his words.
"But the same toxin was indeed found in this cake..."
The policeman who answered the phone looked very young. Initial judgment showed that he was a new policeman who had just joined the job not long ago. When handling the case, it was obvious that he was not very proficient in his work.
So as soon as he finished speaking, he was glared at by the policeman who was caught by Jacob and crying in the beginning.
"If there is a toxin in the cake that caused the death of the deceased, does that mean the deceased must have died from eating the cake?"
"What else?"
After meeting the young policeman's clear yet somewhat foolish gaze, he held his forehead with his hand helplessly.
"Go check it out..."
He was too lazy to explain too much to the other party. Anyway, as he worked for a long time and experienced more cases of all kinds, he would naturally gain experience in this area. No matter how much he said now, it would not be as profound as his own memory after experiencing it himself.
but……
He held his forehead and slowly turned his gaze to the man in a black suit who looked like a bodyguard.
I always feel that this person is not simple...
Of course, he knew that some wealthy people would like to hire mercenaries or retired soldiers as their bodyguards. He had seen some of them before, but the feeling they gave him was different from the man in front of him.
But he couldn't quite put his finger on what exactly was different.
In short, there is a feeling that one has to investigate the case thoroughly and check every detail carefully, otherwise one might be slapped in the face.
The final examination results also made him feel a little relieved.
After examination, the food residue in Thomas Schindler's mouth did not contain any toxins.
In other words, the poison in the cake was not there from the beginning, but was put in after he ate it.
After learning the result, the police present were somewhat relieved.
Especially the old policeman who led the team. Fortunately, he understood what the man meant when he spoke, and sent someone to check without saying a word.
Otherwise they might really wrongly accuse a good person.
But since there was nothing wrong with the cake when Thomas Schindler ate it, then problems arose later. Obviously, someone wanted to frame Hiroki Sawada, who gave the cake to Thomas Schindler.
But who could this person be?
He slowly turned his gaze to Jacob, but saw that the other party's eyes seemed a little dazed, and his expression did not look right.
"Mr. Wilder? Mr. Wilder? Are you okay?"
By this time they already knew that Jacob's last name was not Schindler, but Wilder, his mother's last name.
"Huh? Um? Officer Jones? What's going on?"
In a trance, Jacob seemed to hear someone calling him. He quickly came to his senses and saw Officer Jones looking at him inquiringly. After seeing that he had come to his senses, he opened his mouth as if he was ready to speak.
Jacob was so frightened that he said quickly:
"I'm just wondering, if my father didn't die from that cake, then why was there poison in it? Could someone have deliberately framed Sawada? And if my father wasn't poisoned by eating the cake, then what caused his death?"
Coincidentally, his question was also the same as Officer Jones's.
So after he said that, he didn't dwell on his expression anymore, but followed his words and nodded.
"I've been thinking about this too. If Mr. Schindler wasn't poisoned by eating poisoned cake, then where did the murderer put the poison, leading to his death?"
"Maybe it wasn't poison."
Seeing that they really couldn't think of it, Amemiya frowned and said in a low voice.
"you mean……?"
Officer Jones's tone was hesitant.
He was wondering whether he could believe what the other person said, but what he heard next made his eyes light up instantly.
"To be honest, I don't quite understand what Mr. Wilder did when Mr. Schindler fell to the ground."
There was something so slow and measured in Amemiya's tone that just by listening to it one felt as if their brains were being straightened out along with him.
"Although Mr. Wilder said he was worried that we would get close to Mr. Schindler, causing him to become troubled even though he was originally fine, what if the opposite is true?"
What if Thomas Schindler died because of Jacob Wilder's proximity?
Thinking of this, Amemiya and Officer Jones looked at each other, and both thought of that possibility.
"Quick! Go check the deceased for any pinholes or anything like that!"
If anything...
That means he must be the murderer.
Officer Jones's eyes gradually locked onto Jacob, and as time passed, large beads of sweat began to appear on Jacob's face.
It wasn't until the examination results came out that they found a small pinhole on the back of Thomas Schindler's neck, in an area hidden by his hair.
"You still don't plead guilty, Jacob Wilder?"
Officer Jones snapped.
"I…I don't know what you're talking about."
Jacob knew he couldn't just give up.
Since that person was able to inject poison into half of the cake right under the police's noses, he must have another trick up his sleeve.
Maybe the needle he just threw under the table when no one was paying attention has been hidden by someone?
And even if it isn't there, the police might not be able to find it, right?
So don't be afraid, as long as he doesn't admit it...
As long as he doesn't admit that he murdered Thomas Schindler...
However, just when he was about to die and knew nothing, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice came again.
"Eh? Why is there a needle here? Could it be the murder weapon?"
What? !
Jacob's head turned away in an instant, his eyes wide open, his face full of disbelief.
How could that be!
Why is it him again!
Jacob looked at the man in front of him who questioned him as soon as he opened his mouth and then did not speak for a long time, making him forget his existence. But now, as soon as he opened his mouth, he found his murder weapon. If his eyes could turn into sharp knives, he would probably have been cut into pieces by him.
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