"What's going on, Fitney?" said Misé, watching his mother's situation as he watched the discussion take note of the discussion. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Not me. "I learned from the servant this morning that I was going to visit the palace today, and I thought it was an invitation from His Majesty, but after coming here, I was told that it was an invitation from His Highness Shirley. ”

Misse didn't say anything because it was true.

"Did you drink that cup of tea too, and why didn't you do anything?" Dahl asked.

"I drank, but I really didn't do anything. Fitney said.

"But you're good at using potions plants - I remember that there are some very special plants among the potions plants that can be made into colorless and odorless poisons. Boris frowned, "What's more, you weren't poisoned, if you were poisoned, then you could drink the antidote beforehand." ”

There seems to be no better explanation than that.

"Is that so rough with the Hilton Investigation's way of convicting?" Fitney's face did not change, "Why don't you tell me, if I poisoned, why did I poison and kill His Highness Shirley?"

"Familiarity with potions plants is not useless for killing, gentlemen, make no mistake. Corifo also frowned, "If the person who drank tea with His Highness this afternoon was His Highness Lucy, could it be that His Highness Lucy after poisoning was also considered a murderer because he was good at potion plants?"

"Mr. Coriford, please pay attention to your remarks. Boris said coldly.

The Cockford analogy pushes things in a radical direction.

"That's enough!" Misse said loudly, and suddenly the smell of gunpowder in the air froze, and he looked at the men, "How about I find a way to detoxify my mother now?"

Fitney didn't speak, she walked over to Shirley's bedside and asked the doctor for a clean knife, then she took a clear container, let the maid come over and lift Shirley's hand, and then she said, "It's rude." ”

Fitney slices Shirley's finger and takes a few drops of blood.

Then she asked the servant to call Dick, who handed her his toolbox, and Fitney went to the table, the same table where she had tea with Shirley.

"Who put the grizzly bear's ear here?" Fitney noticed a potted plant on the table that he hadn't seen before, "take it." ”

"I don't know...... It seems to have been brought by the maid who packed the cup, yes. The maid said, hastily taking it away.

Paying no further attention to the maid, Fitnair observed the blood, which she divided into several parts, took out some plants, and in the course of the experiment, Misse wandered around the room restlessly.

"Your Majesty, the family has something important tonight, can I go back first. At this time, Boris remembered something and said apologetically.

"Go back, you're useless here, and Dahl, I remember you still have something. ”

"Yes, I'm going to go back and sort through what I've been collecting for the last few months. Dahl said.

So Dahl and Boris left first.

After they left, Fitney ended his experiment.

"Alright. "Your Majesty, it may not be useful to prepare an antidote according to what I have written, but it can be relieved a little. ”

Misse hurried over and handed the list to the anxious doctor and maid, and then he wondered, "What the hell is this? What kind of poison is that?"

"Babelon. Fitney said softly.

Hearing these three words, Misse's body trembled slightly, and even Corifu's face showed a hint of disbelief.

Fitney could tell that it wasn't the first time they had come into contact with something like this.

"What's wrong? Your Majesty. Fitney asked.

"No, it's nothing—it's hard to unravel it, is it?" said Missé with some difficulty.

Fitney glanced at Shirley on the bed, turned his head and said, "It's better to say that it is a miracle that Her Royal Highness Shirley is still alive at this time." ”

Misse's face suddenly turned very ugly.

"Alright, you guys go back first. Misse was silent for a moment before speaking.

Fitney and Corifo nodded.

"That's right, Fitney. Just as Fitney was about to walk out the door, she heard Misse's voice, and turned her head, "I believe it was not your doing—besides, Mr. Coriford, please help me find the murderer, however long it may take." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. Corifu replied.

Fitney did not speak.

No matter how long it takes - it seems that Missé knows very well that this is not so simple.

Fitney walked out of the palace with Coriford, she didn't have a carriage, and most of the time she liked to walk because she didn't go out often.

"Let's take this and send you back first. Corifo looked at Fitney and said.

"Okay. Fitney saw the carriage that Coriford was pointing, looked at Coriford's expression, and said—and said to Dick, who was following her, "I haven't picked up my new cane yet, have I? ”

"Yes, miss. Dick replied.

So only Coriford and Fitney were left in the carriage.

Fitney got into the carriage, waited for Corifort to come up, and when he sat down, he did not speak first.

"Miss Fitney, I think you already know who the murderer is. That's Cockford's first sentence.

"I kind of know. Fitney replied.

"Please tell me something I can know. Chriff then said.

"The tea brought by the maid was already poured on the teacup, and the cup was not the same, that is, the poison was made in the morning. And Sherley's table was not in the sunlight, and the teacups were only in the shadows—the prisoner knew me, and knew that I could tell from the colour that the tea might be different. "And Grizzly Bear's Ear Grass, which absorbs smells, and which the murderer put on the table afterwards, apparently fearing that someone would smell it—he was cautious, but it was so cautious that it became a very strange place." ”

Corifo pondered for a moment, "I have a question now that I hope you can answer. ”

"If only I could answer. ”

"You seem to ...... Not going to expose this murderer. ”

"There is no cure for Babelon, I can only use some healing potions, so this man's purpose must not be simple, I want to know what he wants to do. "My presence here today may not have been something he could have anticipated, for His Highness Shirley asked His Majesty to write me an invitation very late - the purpose of his blame was not to target me, and it has no meaning to target me now." ”

"So what do you think is the most meaningful?"

Fitney looked at Corifor, paused, and spoke.