"Hey, who are you? How dare you say such things so brazenly!"
After a brief silence, another round of intense commotion almost broke out in the banquet hall.
Ayanokouji Fumimaro, who was in the box outside the hall to learn about the situation from other Yakuza members, immediately led the team and rushed in after hearing the news.
Order was quickly maintained.
"Tsk, tsk, it's really not the right time to come..."
Ye Gengyi looked over there and sighed in a low voice:
"If you show up later, you can see Bourbon's skills. So many people don't know if he will be beaten. Hey, have you ever seen him get beaten..."
The second half of this sentence was naturally addressed to a certain Thousand Faced Witch.
I want to see you get beaten...
Forget it, IE must be taking the opportunity to get information about Bourbon from me, so I'd better pretend not to hear it.
Belmode ignored him.
"What's the fuss about?"
Here, Ayanokouji Fumimaro had a gloomy face. He first glanced around at the Yakuza members who were still a little bit impatient after being separated by the police, and then turned to stare at the four people at the flash point of the conflict, especially the ones in front of him. This waiter appeared out of nowhere:
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Police Department..."
On the side, a police officer who must have been on duty in the banquet hall hurriedly approached Ayanokouji Fumimaro's ear and whispered what had just happened.
Ayanokouji Fumimaro was startled for a moment, and then asked as if he didn't want to believe it:
"Really, you said this waiter already knows who poisoned the deceased?"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the crowd shouted: "Nonsense! What does a waiter know?"
Then a goblet flew in.
Ayanokouji Fumimaro was startled. Before he could decide which way to hide, an arm suddenly stretched out from his side and grabbed him firmly in mid-air.
In his sight was a slightly dark face that was obviously smiling but could not feel any warmth.
"Officer, are you okay?"
"No...it's okay, thank you."
Ayanokouji Fumimaro looked a little strange.
...If I remember correctly, I just said this to others a few seconds ago.
He was silent for a moment, shook his head, and then told the police officer:
"Go outside and call the mobile team in. Pay attention to whoever dares to damage the scene again. He will be dealt with directly as the suspect's accomplice!"
"yes!"
Wait until the police officers push through the crowd.
"And you three!"
Ayanokouji Fumimaro turned to look at Watanuki, Tamura, and Xieyu: "Restrain your members!"
After speaking, he lowered his voice and reminded the waiter beside him:
"Hey, did you really see that person poisoning?"
Ayanokouji Fumimaro originally just wanted to use this topic as an entry point. After the other party nodded to confirm, he took advantage of the fact that there were no more members attending the meeting and saw the appearance of this brave waiter clearly. He first treated him as a witness. Protect it.
result……
"No, I didn't see it."
"Okay, then you first..."
Ayanokouji Fumimaro was stuck by this sentence. After five or six seconds, he uttered a slightly different tone in confusion and confusion:
"ah?"
Obviously, he no longer knew what kind of expression to put on to show his inner emotions at this moment.
He turned around to look at the three elders of the Mud Participation Association who were staring at him because of these words.
Ayanokouji Fumimaro felt that he should say something at this time, but he didn't know where to start.
Hey hey...what the hell is going on?
"Hey, young man!"
The hook-nosed old man looked over with a stern face, "Since you didn't see me poisoning, you still dare to say such things. You must be responsible, you know..."
"Excuse me, please introduce yourself."
The waiter did not wait for the situation to escalate further and took the initiative to say:
"My name is Toru Amuro, and I am a...detective."
Detective... Ayanokouji Fumimaro stared blankly at the man in front of him who called himself Toru Amuro.
For some reason, he suddenly felt a lot more reasonable about this man's series of actions.
Of course, you still have to ask.
Ayanokouji Fumimaro said: "You are a detective? Why are you wearing waiter's clothes?"
Toru Amuro continued to explain:
"That's because my employer's car was smashed by a group of gangsters some time ago. Not only was the wallet inside taken away, but even the seal and bank card were missing. After my preliminary investigation, I can confirm that, The person who stole them is a member of the Mud Society... As for why he is wearing waiter's clothes, it is a coincidence, after all, I happen to work here."
"W-work..."
Ayanokouji Fumimaro's bean eyes.
In other words, the person in front of me is really a waiter...waiter detective.
"I can't help it," Toru Amuro smiled, "Because I'm not a famous detective, so my business is quite bleak on weekdays."
"Wait a minute, I have another question. You said before that the client lost his wallet, seal and bank card, right?"
Ayanokouji Fumimaro said with some confusion:
"If you hire you, you still need to pay a commission fee. Why doesn't that person just call the police?"
"I'm sorry about this too..."
Toru Amuro sighed:
"After all, the cameras at intersections have so far only been used to record traffic violations and fines. Such losses of personal property cannot be investigated even if the police call the police."
Ah this... Ayanokouji Fumimaro choked directly. After being silent for a long time, he changed the subject to cover up his embarrassment:
"Ahem... By the way, so you relied on reasoning to know the murderer and his poisoning methods, right?"
"That's right."
Toru Amuro looked at the three elders attending the meeting:
"I learned from the forensic officer before that the only thing that detected poison reaction in the entire banquet hall was the cup used by the deceased before his death. In this way, only the one who could complete the poisoning technique in such a short period of time was You can do it, Mr. Xieyu."
I don’t know if it was because of his identity as a detective, but the conclusion was obviously the same, but the Yakuza members who were watching were not as excited as before.
"Since you said it was me, then show us the evidence." The hook-nosed old man snorted.
"good."
Toru Amuro nodded slightly, took out a pen from the dining cart nearby, drew a circle on the back of the menu, and wrote the names of the four people, 'Bujima, Xieyu, Tamura, and Watanuki' in counterclockwise order:
"Here are their seats for the first round of games..."
Immediately afterwards, he followed the same pattern, drew another circle next to the sketch, and once again wrote the names of 'Watanuki, Busujima, Xieha, Tamura' in a counterclockwise manner, and looked up at Ayanokouji Fumimaro:
"Mr. Police Officer, you should have noticed, right?"
I don’t understand at all why detectives like to tell lies...
Ayanokouji Fumimaro was a little depressed:
"You'd better say it directly."
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