Chapter 788: Happy New Year in Advance
Wakamatsu Kohei was a man who liked to do things with his own hands. That day he originally wanted to install the custom tiles he designed, but he didn't expect to be murdered.
Yuya asked, "Who was the first person to discover the body?"
Wakamatsu Qinxiang was about to answer when the door of the living room was opened. Everyone looked over subconsciously and saw a young woman with brown hair and wearing an apron leaning half of her body in: "It's me! I wanted to help the master, but when I went to the bathroom, I saw the master lying on the ground covered in blood..."
Seeing that everyone in the living room was staring at her, Yonehara Sakurako realized that she had been a little rash, and quickly bent down to apologize: "I'm sorry, I heard what was said, and unconsciously..."
Wakamatsu Serika introduced, "This is the maid, Yonehara."
Yuya: "So, you were the one who saw the death message on the tiles?"
Yonehara Sakurako nodded vigorously: "Yes!"
Hattori Heiji quickly interrupted and asked, "What exactly was it about? Do you still remember it?"
Yonehara Sakurako nodded and just said that the content was English letters, but was interrupted before she could say the specific content.
Wakamatsu Ikuro said irritably, "Enough, stop talking about this. The cake we bought with great difficulty is going to taste bad! Hey, cut it and eat it quickly!"
"Yes! I'll cut it right away!" Yonehara Sakurako hurried to the food cart next to her to cut the cake. Satake Yoshimi also came over to help, "Let me put it on the plate for you."
Yuya crossed his arms and looked deeply at Wakamatsu Ikuro - he seemed unwilling to let others find out the truth about his father's death. Why?
Just as Yuya was thinking, Wakamatsu Ikuro spoke up, with a sinister look on his face: "By the way, now that all the key personnel of the company are here, let's decide on the next president."
Hearing this, Ruo Song Qin Xiang and the others' faces changed.
Seeing this, Yuya and the others wisely chose to shut their mouths.
Wakamatsu Ikuro sneered and said, "My mother, the vice president, is currently acting as the president of the company, but how about I, the heir, take over as the president?"
He glanced at Shiiaki Masafuji and Fujinami Jun'ei beside him and said arrogantly, "Although I am just a small clerk now, I will become the president sooner or later as I have inherited my father's bloodline. Am I right, mother?"
Wakamatsu Qinxiang's expression was a little unnatural. She didn't know whether it was because her son suddenly mentioned this matter in front of outsiders or for other reasons. She reluctantly replied, "Yes, yes..."
The other people had strange expressions, as if they were surprised to hear such words for the first time.
"Then things are simple. I will be the president."
Wakamatsu Ikuro walked to the dining car nonchalantly, picked up a piece of cake that was not on a plate and stuffed it into his mouth, "I believe my deceased father would have hoped for the same."
Yonehara Sakurako heard the "ahhhhhh" sound, turned around and complained in dissatisfaction: "Wait, please don't eat it before it's served, okay?"
It would be fine if there was no one else, but we have guests at home tonight and such behavior is very impolite.
But Wakamatsu Ikuro didn't care at all, instead he sarcastically said that it tasted better this way.
"Ugh..." Wakamatsu Ikuro suddenly stopped swallowing the cake, and then he let out a howl of pain. After a while, he fell on his back to the ground and was motionless.
Everyone was shocked by this scene, and for a moment they sat there in a daze, not moving.
Yuya, Conan and Hattori Heiji jumped up immediately.
Yuya checked Wakamatsu Ikuro's pulse and sighed, "He's dead."
"Huh?" The others cried out in shock.
Yuya frowned, fanned Wakamatsu Ikuro's mouth and sniffed it gently: "It smells faintly of bitter almonds. It should be a cyanide poison."
He suddenly raised his head and looked at the dining table: "You didn't eat the cake just now? Don't touch it!"
"Okay, got it!" Everyone agreed in panic, thinking that it was a good thing that the man died quickly, otherwise they would have stuffed the cake into their mouths.
"Mio..." Just as Youya was about to say something, he saw Miyano Shiho had put down the phone and made an OK gesture to him.
Yuya glanced at the still dazed Mouri Ran and Toyama Kazuha, and couldn't help but mutter: When did Shiho become more skilled at calling the police than Xiaolan and the others?
Hattori Heiji clenched his fists, glanced at the people in the living room, and said in a deep voice: "Someone actually dared to kill someone in front of the detective. This is unforgivable..."
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Inspector Megure arrived with his men soon.
He looked at Yuya and Hattori Heiji with empty eyes, feeling a bit of a headache - didn't they just solve a case in the afternoon? Why are they doing it again?
You detectives, isn't one case a day enough for you?
No, there are two detectives here, and those two cases seem reasonable, etc...
And the little detective Conan is here. He won’t come again in the middle of the night, right?
But no matter how much of a headache it is, the case still has to be handled.
"What is the identity of the victim?" Inspector Megure looked at Takagi Wataru.
Takagi Wataru had already dutifully collected basic information and immediately replied, "The victim is Mr. Wakamatsu Ikuro, 25 years old, the son of Wakamatsu Kohei, the president of a design company who passed away in Karuizawa last month."
Inspector Megure walked to the dining car, looked at the remaining cake and asked, "When was the cake poisoned?"
According to the information obtained, when Sakurako Yonehara cut the cake and distributed it on plates, Ikuro Wakamatsu came over and took the cake to eat, and soon died of poisoning.
According to common sense, the person who cut the cake is most likely to poison the cake, but it is also possible that the cake was poisoned before it was brought to the table.
Conan suddenly said: "I don't know when the poison was added, but it seems to be in a capsule."
Inspector Megure walked over with a puzzled look on his face.
Conan pointed to the cup of black tea on the table closest to him and said, "There is something like a capsule at the bottom of this cup of black tea, but it has almost melted."
Yuya speculated: "The murderer should have opened the capsule prepared in advance and sprinkled the poison on the cake..."
Hattori Heiji: "While our attention was drawn to Mr. Ikuro who was lying on the ground, he threw the capsule into the black tea. Once the capsule dissolved, there was no way to detect fingerprints."
Gao Mushi asked tentatively: "So, the person next to this cup of black tea is the murderer?"
Hattori Heiji denied: "That's true, but after I asked everyone to leave the body and not move, everyone gathered around this table, so..."
"Theoretically, anyone could have thrown the capsule into the tea during the chaos."
Hearing this, Wakamatsu Qinxiang and others all showed uneasy expressions.