Mr. Cake took a small note and began to scribble on a pen that was taken from his pocket.
"Yeah, don't mind that." Mr. Chad nodded resignedly. "The sedative pills that are normally taken are secretly swapped for steroids."
In a state of stress, usually people will exceed the limit of use. Maybe sedatives are not too dangerous, but from the word steroid, I spontaneously assumed that it was not just a drug.
"Is there a chance that someone in the house used that thing?"
Miss Belladonna shook her head slightly. “I don't know, some of us only have sedatives, well, yeah….” She rolled her eyes and narrowed her head with a small nod.
Mr. Cake turned to Mr. Chad. "What about the younger brother, Superintendent Chad?"
“Arsenic in the milk. We suspect two things, it was done gradually or a cliché in one go, I don't know." He replied confidently.
“Why can there be a forked guess?” Mr. Cake frowned.
Mr. Chad said that prior to the incident, the victim had fallen ill gradually. Even the second Mrs Ulric admitted that it was quite surprising to find arsenic. In fact, she is an ignorant daughter, eating everything regardless of her health.
“That's the truth, Miss Diana Ulric, acting on her own. She often avoids dinner, has fun, and ends up full of spree. Really apply modern times,” Belladonna explained.
“How did it happen, mademoiselle?
She said that actually long before the incident, Miss Diana wanted to ask her for advice so that it was easy to find a man. She advised to maintain an attitude and if it is possible to maintain a diet, reguler diet.
"Actually I'm not really recommending a diet, but to eat often - healthy home food. Not fast food. But, it seems people today are more creative. She ate as she pleased and then let her stomach empty for a while. As a result, the prize is gastric disease.” Belladonna held her chin, thinking and guessing. “Since that's the case, I give another suggestion to consume milk often but it must be low in fat. That's the way I do it. But as the day went on, her stomach started to feel a little queasy. Once, very early in the morning, in the dark dining room, I was surprised that Young Master Ulric was sitting asleep, while Miss Diana looked unconscious on the floor with the milk she often drank spilled."
Miss Belladonna's expression seemed a little confused.
I felt the same oddity as Mr. Chad and Mr. Cake. The pattern was the same as that of the man called Ulric. After all, why should you fall asleep? Is it really possible to kill people in a dream?
"This must be a strange case," Mr. Cake sighed as he put the notepad and pen back into his pocket. “Let's put that aside for now, how well do you know Mr. Ulric?"
"Well…, those two are quite old...," she added. “Miss Zoe, friendly and considerate. She likes the young master. While Mr. Alex, reliable sarcasm words eventhough only a joke. They are friends of Mr. Ulric since he was a kid, he said."
"He said?"
"I've only been sent to this place since middle school."
Mr. Cake exhaled gently. I could understand his expression was not very satisfied. But to be honest from Belladonna's statement and imagining the little picture in my mind it was starting to look pretty clear. For example, preconceived love triangles and the like.
"Lastly, mademoiselle, can you bring the bag here?"
The woman without further ado took the bag in one of the rooms that was used as the waiting room. A cute little black sling bag. I could see some rose stitches and knick-knacks around it.
Mr. Cake told her to take out all the stuff inside. Calmly and slowly, all the contents in the bag were removed one by one. Until the last one, she shook lightly then showed that the contents were empty.
The items were none other than her wallet, cosmetic tools, two small novels, and her cell phone.
"You only brought these things?"
"I'm a practical person."
"Oh, thank you," said Mr. Cake, then ended the question and answer session. He let Belladonna go.
One of the constables on guard suddenly came in and gave the news that the forensic team was about to come in to give the results. Meanwhile Mr Ulric, in handcuffs, sat in the place of Miss Belladonna.
“Thanks, folks! They can just enter without permission,”
"Yes, sir!"
My ears were not too far away and heard their conversation, the two people in white said that they were sorry if the result took a while. They did the test up to six times and the results were the same and matched. Then I heard something new, namely hair pins.
“That also fits? Hm….” Superintendent Chad held his mustache pensively. "Ah, Cake actually I forgot to tell you this."
He showed the hair pin and said it had fallen near the sofa opposite the victim.
“The thing is, the knife and this fingerprint match exactly. Likewise, the blood splatter belongs to the victim. This pin also has the victim's fingerprints and the perpetrator's blood," He said in a heavy voice.
Hearing that I was very worried. If that was true, then there was no other possibility than that person. The conversation just now was unknown to Mr Ulric.
"What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?” The look on his face became worried, his alternating eyes glanced at Mr. Chad and Mr. Cake is full of fear.
Mr. Chad without further ado immediately called the two constables to bring the man who was just about to be interrogated. I also feel the same way, but seeing the face of Mr. Cake which seems to refuse, this must be the end that is not the result of his deduction.
Mr. Chad explained everything to the man. This time his mouth was silent. Breathe occasionally. His face was made as if he was steadfast and strong to do that, with a faint smile he thanked Mr. Cake was willing to help him even though in the end it was impossible. It immediately disappeared from our sight. Frankly, it's a bit of a relief even though I feel a little awkward. Mr. Cake can only surrender, then freeze and argue with the contents of his mind. The problem is that it is solid evidence, on the other hand the person also admits.
“Phew…,” Mr. Chad breathed a sigh of relief then grabbed Mr. Cakes. “I didn't expect the perpetrator to be this good. At least it's a relief, thanks for your hard work, Cake."
Mr. Cake turned irritated, apart from his eyebrows touching the veins near his temples.
"No, Mr. Chad. Even in fairy tales there is nothing like it! There is no perpretator who is a fairy-hearted even in a stage drama story!" His voice is low but harsh. "Give me a delay, two days, I'll finish this."
The man with the neat mustache snorted in surprise. Mr. Chad seemed a little disappointed that he had failed to write down the little note entitled “the good-hearted perpetrator” that he wanted to stick in his memory. Because he is a good friend of Mr. Cake, arguing is useless other than agreeing. We said our goodbyes and one of the constables took us home.
In the car, I still feel the anxiety behind his expression, like a hungry lion hoping for fresh meat in a deer-free barren land.
"To be honest I found it a little strange. But all the evidence points to Mr. Ulric," I told him.
“Which part, Feline?” His voice sounded short and little dissapointed, it was a sign of a bad heart.
"Well, the forensics and the confession?"
“Even though you find it strange?”
"Right, maybe it's because it came unexpectedly. There's nothing wrong with being weird."
I mean sometimes things can meet the unexpected. Like when you hit the jackpot in Las Vegas in a row.
"Non, if it's weird, then it should be re-examined," he protested.
"Yeah, but you don't know who did it, do you?"
I don't know what's wrong with saying that, but his face is looking at me seriously without even blinking.
“You know what I was thinking, Feline?”
“You are confused and at a dead end.” I look away.
“Stupid? Non. Cake even knows the culprit.”
"Eh? Are you serious?" I asked surprised
He replied in a voice full of pride that the man with the mustache was too hasty, because Mr. Cake needed to find out the motives and evidence first.
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and then Add to home screen.