Bang!
The sound of Murasame Shion falling heavily to the ground startled the already frightened Kirishima Soshita, who let out a strange cry. He stood up and wanted to escape but was pressed down on the seat by Toji Sosuke.
"Everyone stay in your seats and don't move!"
Fujiwara Yu gave the order calmly. He didn't expect that the murderer would do it in front of everyone. He gently pressed Kirishima's shoulder to give him some comfort, then bent down to check on Murasame Shion who died on the spot.
He put on his gloves again and leaned over. Before he got close, he smelled a strong scent of bitter almonds—hydrogen cyanide. However, hydrogen cyanide wouldn't cause vomiting blood. He pried open Murasame Shion's mouth with his fingers and found it was indeed caused by a bite to her tongue.
"Taka, Officer Takashi, Murasame..."
"Hydrogen cyanide poisoning, died on the spot."
Fujiwara Yudan stood up and picked up the salad on the table. He smelled the familiar smell with a light sniff. He opened the salad bottle again and found that it was mixed with hydrogen cyanide. This was a bit strange. You know, this bottle of salad dressing had been used by more than one person, so why was only Murasame Shion poisoned?
"Who has used this bottle of salad?" Fujiwara Yu raised the salad bottle and asked.
As soon as these words came out, Kirishima Soshita's expression became strange. He reached out and grabbed the hem of Takashi Sosuke's clothes in panic, and was so nervous that he was a little incoherent:
"Officer, officer, I, I, I... I also ate this salad dressing. Am I going to die too?!"
Fujiwara Yuu glanced at the salad in front of Kirishima Shoshita, which was almost empty. He removed the hand that was grabbing his shirt with a hint of disdain and said calmly,
"Don't worry, if your portion was poisonous, you would have died long ago."
"Gudu."
Kirishima Xiangqita swallowed hard. He felt uncomfortable in his stomach. He had not come into contact with the poison, but he felt that he was poisoned.
Fukuoka Kazuya, who had also enjoyed the salad, also felt unwell. Even though he knew it was a psychological effect, he still thought about it in a bad way. After all, someone who had eaten the same salad had already died.
"Takashi, how do you think the murderer did it?"
Akihara Chisuku picked up the salad bottle and examined it carefully, but still couldn't figure out when the murderer poisoned the person. The most likely person who poisoned the person in person was Kirishima Soshita, who was always in fear. But if he was the murderer, his acting skills would win him an Oscar for Best Actor.
"Habit."
"Um?"
Fujiwara Yu reached out to take the salad bottle and directly imitated what Murasame Shion did the first thing after getting the salad bottle, which was to shake the salad bottle with great amplitude and force, enough to make the sauce inside flow up and down continuously.
Seeing this action, Chisugi Akihara instantly understood Sosuke Takagi's idea. If the murderer was someone who knew Murasame Shion, then he could indeed kill people in this way, and he might even just need to make some preparations in advance.
Although they figured out the murderer's method of committing the crime, it was still the same as the case of Mayumi Shirasu. Apart from understanding the method of committing the crime, they had no way to move forward with the case.
Anyone could be the murderer, no one can be ruled out.
Fujiwara Yu put down the salad bottle in his hand, supported himself on the table with one hand and stared at Kirishima Soshita without saying a word. There was no way to move forward in the case, but at least he had to find a breakthrough, and the key lay in this man - he was the third person the murderer intended to kill, at least before Gotoda Manabu arrived, he was the third target.
Kirishima thought Shichita felt someone was staring at him, and when he turned his head, he met the deep eyes of Touji Sosuke. He felt like a student who was absent-minded in class and was called upon by the teacher to do an exercise. He subconsciously jumped up from his seat and took two steps back.
"You, Mr. Officer, why are you staring at me? Do you think I'm the murderer?"
"You're indeed the most likely perpetrator." Even though Fujiwara Yuu didn't consider him a suspect, he still used this method to get him to speak, to get him to mention the name. "Shirasu Mayumi died around the same time as Yuge-san's recital, and you were the only person to leave the concert hall during that time. And you also happened to be the one who used the salad bowl in front of Murasame Shion... Don't you think you're worthy of suspicion?"
"No, I didn't. I didn't kill anyone! I'm just used to eating salad at the end. You can't accuse me of murder because of this!!!" Kirishima Xiangqita said excitedly, gesticulating.
Yuge Masami, who had been sitting in the main seat and remained silent, suddenly said:
"Kirishima, calm down. If it wasn't you, explain it to the police. I also want to know...why did you leave in the middle of my performance?"
Kirishima Sōshita was stunned when he heard Yuge's question. He was at a loss as to what to do. Should he really tell the truth? How would everyone view him then? Telling it would definitely ruin his future.
But if he doesn't tell, he will be treated as a murderer. He didn't kill anyone, so he must not be imprisoned unjustly!
"I, I heard Mitsuru Hosou... I heard her playing 'Devil's Trill'... It's coming again, that voice again, stop playing - stop playing!!!"
Kirishima suddenly pushed away Sosuke Takagi who was standing next to him, covered his face in pain and ran out of the restaurant. It seemed that the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time had finally reached a critical point, and if he didn't burst out, he would be suffocated.
Unprepared, Fujiwara Yuu fell directly to the ground. He waved to Akihara Chisu who wanted to come over to help him, and easily stood up with one hand supporting the dining chair. Frowning, he took off his gloves and brushed off the dust on his body. He took out the alcohol disinfectant spray to clean his hands. After completing this set of operations, he instructed:
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