Chapter 215 Case File 3: Twin Butterfly Dance at Rose Villa (3)
The delicious and expensive chocolate desserts made the guests' mood much better. Even though the murder case was still a lingering cloud in people's hearts, the guests' brows were no longer furrowed, and in addition to grief, they also had other expressions.
Valentine pushed his plate aside and was the first to jump up. He called out happily, "Butler, I heard our skeleton chef is good at mixing drinks?"
"Yes." Butler Richard replied.
"That's great. Let her make me a few drinks. By the way, do you still have those spider cookies? I want some more."
"I'll go ask." The butler leaned forward slightly and nodded.
"Please send it to my room." Valentine glanced at the heavy rain outside the window. "I want to enjoy the rain on the balcony tonight."
Not all the guests were in the same good spirits as Valentine. Victor muttered, "I'm tired," and returned to his room. Mrs. Samantha glanced vaguely in Winston's direction, but abruptly avoided it when Winston subconsciously looked up. "I'm going back to rest, too."
Her footsteps were hurried, as if a ghost was chasing her. Winston wanted to catch up and ask a few questions, but Madame Butterfly stopped him, "Count Mordor, would you please come to my study and talk to me?"
Winston hesitated for a second before making his choice: "Please."
The guests dispersed, some went back to their rooms to rest, some went to sit in the living room, and some went in groups of three or four to chat somewhere unknown. However, Jiangyou's food delivery map kept ringing, and orders for various drinks, biscuits and snacks continued to come in.
"Luckily, I baked a lot of extra cookies when preparing the meal today." Jiang You muttered, and skillfully mixed cocktails one after another, placing them on their respective trays together with the snacks specified by the guests and handing them to the servants who delivered the meal. The chocolate spider cookies were obviously very popular with the guests, and many people also liked the tea jelly and gold thread rolls.
The best part was, perhaps out of habit, or perhaps because the guests realized that continuing to order after dinner meant extra work for the chef, the puppet servants brought back a lot of golden tips along with the plates. The money-loving skeleton chef happily put the gold coins into his leather purse, muttering to himself as he counted them: "One, two... fifteen..."
The rain outside was getting heavier. Andre was worried about the horses, so he changed out of his butler's clothes and went to the stable to check on Diego.
When he came back, he was soaked all over. His black tank top was soaked with rainwater, and large beads of water condensed on his beautiful arm muscles. Leila took out a thick, soft, white bath towel in time and handed it to the black-haired knight.
Jiangyou's sight was inevitably attracted by the water droplets, and he followed the rolling water droplets as they slid over the mountain-like ridges and valley-like depressions, and finally fell into the soft bath towel.
"Wow." She sighed sincerely, feeling that most of the fatigue of the day was cleared away in this instant. Then she weighed the bulging purse, stuffed it into her skull, and suddenly felt revived.
——The skeleton’s happiness is so plain and simple.
"It's raining so hard outside. The stables are waterproof and rainproof, so it's very dry inside." Andre wiped the rain off his body and said to Jiang You, "But if the rain doesn't stop, I'm afraid the mountain roads will be difficult to travel and we won't be able to leave the villa."
"Oh." Jiang You nodded. She didn't really care about these things. There were still a lot of ingredients in the storage room. There was no big banquet tomorrow, so she just needed to prepare some simple meals, which was very easy.
If the housekeeper could get the ingredients she needed on time, she would make some Cantonese-style snacks. If not, she would make something else... After a day of sandwiches and noodles, maybe the guests would be interested in clay pot rice or fried rice tomorrow?
As Jiang You was thinking, he prepared the ingredients for tomorrow. Suddenly, the kitchen door knocked twice. Andre looked up and smiled: "Here I am."
He opened the door and a figure flashed into the kitchen. It was Baroness Chandler.
She clutched her handkerchief tightly, her eyes warily scanning Andrei and the skeleton chef, her voice trembling with nervousness: "Andrei Lu Huntington?"
"It's me." Andrei showed her his ID. "Knight of the Kingdom, at your service."
He brought a chair and said, "Please sit down."
Mrs. Eleanor Van Chand glanced tremblingly at the terrifying skeleton chef. She didn't sit down, but stood by the door, looking as if she wanted to rush out. "You, your note said that I would be in danger?"
"Yes," Andre said, "We suspect that Baron Chandler's murder may be closely related to the notebook he sold."
"You mean someone wants to kill us and get these bonds worth 600,000 gold coins?" Mrs. Chandler said with an annoyed look on her face. "I shouldn't have said that at dinner."
"No, although money is tempting, I don't think Baron Chandler was murdered for his treasure." Andre shook his head. "Baron Chandler has a severe allergic reaction to nuts. This has been an open secret among the aristocracy ever since he had a minor accident at a royal dinner five years ago and was successfully saved by the court doctor. If the perpetrator wanted to kill him for the treasure, they could have done it before Baron Chandler sold the notebook.
"Ever since Baron Chandler arrived at the manor, he has been actively trying to sell the notebook. Historians Mr. Gently and Madame Butterfly have testified to this. However, it wasn't until a few hours after Baron Chandler sold the notebook that he was murdered."
Andre said, "I think the murderer is probably the person who obtained the notebook. This person must be a very wealthy nobleman—I don't know whether this person is a man or a woman yet, please allow me to refer to them as the neutral term 'it'—I suspect it also sincerely wanted to purchase the notebook. However, after it obtained the notebook, it must have seen some key information in it and realized that this information could not be known to anyone else. So, it suddenly decided to kill the baron.
"Choosing a nut allergy as a method of murder is a risk with both advantages and disadvantages. Nut allergy attacks are highly uncertain. For example, the duration of an attack varies from person to person, ranging from a few minutes to an hour or several days... Of course, in a case as severe as the Baron's, an acute allergy usually occurs within an hour.
"Furthermore, exactly how much nuts would cause the victim's death, and how they would be ingested... these uncertainties would all affect the final outcome. If one of them goes wrong, the Baron wouldn't die.
"However, there are also advantages to using nut allergies, such as making it look like an accident or obscuring the time of the crime to create an alibi."
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