"Silkweed is a spice that was widely used hundreds of years ago, but it has gradually disappeared. Few people today know about it. If silkweed doesn't come into contact with jasmine flowers, it's harmless. However, if it does, it produces a toxin that can cause a person to fall into a coma."
Bei Yutang finished speaking and looked at Butler Mori. "I remember correctly that the table decoration for dinner last night was a large number of assorted flowers. I think it was at that time that I inhaled the fragrance of the assorted flowers. Then, after entering the library, I smelled the silk grass that the murderer had prepared in advance, which made me fall into a coma without realizing it."
Bei Yutang found out the reason for her coma, but a question arose in her mind.
Did the murderer target her intentionally, or was it an accident?
Careless?
As soon as this answer came out, she rejected it.
If the murderer wanted to attack himself last night, why did he attack Gongsun Mingyue as well?
There is too much contradiction between the two.
What made her feel even more surprised was that despite the murderer's meticulousness, he actually failed in his first attack on Gongsun Mingyue.
There were too many unexplained reasons that made it impossible for her to guess who the murderer was.
But one thing is certain now, these things are man-made, not the work of ghosts.
After hearing this, everyone turned to look at Butler Mori and Ah Hua. They were the ones who were in charge of dinner, so now that this situation had occurred, suspicion naturally shifted to them.
At this moment, Li Mengmeng screamed, "I remember now."
"What do you remember?" Yan Jin asked.
"That poem. Do you remember that poem?"
"Just say what you want to say and don't keep us in suspense." Feng Qing said impatiently.
Li Mengmeng ignored Feng Qing's bad attitude.
She had already memorized the poem.
"If you don't understand in this life, no one will ask about the falling flowers outside the door; change your appearance and realize your past life, and after death, you will know that all things are empty. Take the first word of each sentence and put them together to form a sentence."
Yan Jin frowned, "You, door, change, die."
Suddenly, his eyes widened and he exclaimed, "You deserve to die!"
"Yes, you deserve to die." Li Mengmeng looked at Butler Sen with a cold gaze. "This poem was given to us by Butler Sen. Since we entered here a few days ago, one person has died every day. Isn't this in line with the poem?"
The people who came to the island immediately gathered together and stared at Butler Sen and Ahua with vigilance.
"You are the murderers." Li Mengmeng pointed at Butler Sen and Ahua.
Facing their accusations, Butler Mori's expression remained unchanged, maintaining his gentlemanly demeanor as he calmly said, "That poem must have been a coincidence."
"How do you explain the assorted flowers?" Feng Qing asked coldly.
"That's also a coincidence. The island is rich in assorted flowers, so it's normal for us to use assorted flowers as decoration." Butler Mori explained.
His explanation failed to convince everyone.
Bei Yutang was somewhat certain that even if Butler Sen was not the murderer, he must have had contact with the murderer, or he must have known who the murderer was.
Of course, it is also possible that he is the murderer.
However, there is no evidence to prove that he is the murderer.
"Catch them both." Feng Qing said sternly.
Ah Hua watched them approaching to arrest them and quickly argued, "We are not the murderers."
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