When Bella and the others came out of the tea room, they saw Officer Christopher and his men hurrying through the crowd and toward the other side of the river.

From usual experience, Officer Christopher is a steady man who is only in such a hurry when he is on duty.

It seems that something is going on ahead.

"Let's go over and have a look, shall we?" Elena suggested.

As long as she encounters something to join in the fun, she is always so positive. It's the same as Anna's obsession with desserts.

"I'm not going." Mr. Kress said apologetically, "I need to go back early."

It's been a while since I've been out, and I don't know if Elsa can be busy alone.

Elena also understood the man's feelings, so she didn't force her to stay.

So Mr. Kress said goodbye to the girls and turned to leave.

The remaining three, at the active instigation of Elena, crossed the stone bridge and came to the other side of the Seine.

Officer Christopher has surrounded a shop with his men, preventing anyone from entering.

"What's going on?" Elena asked.

"It turned out to be a few young ladies." Officer Christopher heard the sound and walked over. But when he saw Queen Mary, his eyes widened, "King—"

"I'm just going to go out and hang out." Mary interrupted the officer, "It's just a guest today."

"Yes, yes." Officer Christopher pinched a cold sweat.

Today's task is after all, and the queen's appearance here at this time has added a lot of pressure to his work.

Moreover, this kind of thing happened again.

"What's wrong?" Mary asked.

"Back to Your Highness, someone in this shop has been poisoned." Officer Christopher replied respectfully, "The victim is dead, and we are investigating the details of the accident."

"Is it food poisoning?" Elena asked.

"It's not entirely certain yet." Christopher replied, "But I've confirmed that the rest of the ingredients in the store are fine. Therefore, there is a greater possibility of being poisoned."

"Poisoned?"

Today is the annual Seine Food Festival, and poisoning is not a trivial accident.

If it is not handled well, not to mention the reputation of the Paris police department, the image of the royal capital will also be damaged.

Even just a common food poisoning can affect the holiday spirit.

According to Officer Christopher, the deceased's name was Gibson, a traveling merchant who was passing through the area and made a living selling cloth. He was accompanied by two other people, one named Steinbeck and the other Wesley, both business partners.

Yesterday they had just arrived in Paris, just in time for a gastronomic festival on the banks of the Seine, so they planned to stop by.

This morning, they came to this restaurant for dinner.

According to eyewitness accounts at the scene, Mr. Gibson suddenly showed symptoms of nausea, vomiting, and weakness in his limbs when he was halfway through eating the steak on his plate. Soon, he had trouble breathing, slurred his speech, and fell into a coma.

"By the time we got here, he had no signs of life." Officer Christopher concluded.

"It looks like it's an acute poisoning phenomenon." Bella said.

"We then examined all the food at the site and found that only the glass of red wine that Mr. Gibson drank had toxin residues." Officer Christopher added, "The food and alcohol for the rest of the people are safe."

"Do you know what kind of poison is used?" Bella asked.

"Nope." The officer shook his head regretfully, "It smells like a little fishy, which is not very noticeable in red wine."

"Fishy ......," Bella thought.

What kind of poison could it be?

"What does the store say?" Elena asked.

"The person in charge of this shop is Mr. Kostel, who insisted that there was nothing wrong with his ingredients, and offered to let us check all the red wines that had been opened." Officer Christopher replied, "As a result, nothing was found."

"In other words, only the cup of wine that the deceased drank was poisonous?"

"That's right. We therefore speculate that it is likely that someone secretly poisoned Mr. Gibson's cup while he was not looking."

"So, the people who had access to Mr. Gibson's glasses were Mr. Steinbeck and Mr. Wesley, who were sitting next to him, right?"

"Well, there's a waiter, to be exact." Officer Christopher pointed to a neatly dressed young man not far away and said, "He was the one who brought the drinks to Gibson."

"So, there are three suspects." Elena said.

Judging from the current situation at the scene, all three have a chance to be poisoned.

Immediately afterward, Officer Christopher called the three of them over in turn for questioning.

Mr. Steinbeck appeared to be in his forties, wearing a black fur hat and carrying a dark brown package.

"Mr. Steinbeck?" Officer Christopher questioned as he took out his notebook and pen to take notes.

"Yes." The other party replied.

"What is your relationship with the deceased?" Officer Christopher then asked.

"Gibson and I have been friends for many years, and this time we went out to run a business together." Steinbeck said.

"Where were you when Mr. Gibson was poisoned?"

"I sat down at his right hand to eat."

"Did he eat anything before he had an accident?"

"Hmm...... Since I was busy late last night, I slept until almost noon today. Woke up to find both Gibson and Wesley already up. Then we went to this restaurant for dinner. I don't know if he ate anything before I got up." Mr. Steinbeck replied.

"Can we check your belongings?" Officer Christopher asked.

"This ......"

"That clears your name, right?"

"Okay then." Mr. Steinbeck said, handing the package to the officer.

Christopher opened it and took a closer look, there were quite a few gold coins inside, no wonder he was a little nervous. But there was nothing like poison except possessions. He was then examined again and found no suspicious items.

The officer handed the package back to Mr. Steinbeck.

Mr. Wesley also appeared to be in his forties, wearing a black tricorne hat and a dark brown cane.

"Is Mr. Wesley right?" Officer Christopher asked, "What is your relationship with the deceased?"

"Mr. Gibson and I are regular partners." Mr. Wesley said, "Because I'm in the dye business, I occasionally sell with Mr. Gibson's cloth. This time, I also came to Paris to discuss business, so I went together."

"You were here at the time of the crime, weren't you?"

"Yes, I'm sitting on Mr. Gibson's left-hand side, directly across from Mr. Steinbeck."

"Excuse me, did Mr. Gibson eat anything in the morning?"

"Actually, we wake up late. After Mr. Steinbeck got up, they came here to dine together. I hadn't eaten anything before, but ......" Mr. Wesley seemed to stop talking.

"Huh?" Officer Christopher asked, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, no, nothing." Mr. Wesley denied it, "Probably ......"

"If you have any questions, you can say them." Officer Christopher said.

"Actually, when I woke up in the morning, Mr. Gibson drank a glass of milk at the hotel front desk." Mr. Wesley said, "But I also had a drink, so there shouldn't be any problem."

"Yes."

The officer then ordered his men to go to the hotel where they were staying to investigate.

"Can I check your belongings just to be on the safe side?" Officer Christopher asked.

"Yes." Although he was not carrying any luggage, Wesley cooperated with the police to search him.

As a result, there were no special findings.

The rest is the waiter.

"Excuse me, Officer Christopher," Elena asked with sudden curiosity, "wasn't the poison in the wine?" Why look elsewhere?"

"Well...... Because we can't be sure for the time being, it's a matter of the glass of red wine." Christopher replied, "I've had cases where I've been poisoned in more than one place. That glass of wine could also be a disguise. It's better to be cautious just in case."

"I see." Elena understood the officer's consideration.

If the glass is a trick and the real poison is elsewhere, there is a high chance that the time of the culprit will be miscalculated.

"What's your name?" Officer Christopher asked.

"Josep Lodvico Lagrangeia, now studying at the University of Paris." The young waiter replied.

"You're a student?"

"Yes, officer."

"Why are you here?"

"Because Mr. Costel is an old friend of my father's family, and he used to take care of me a lot, so I came to help today."

"So......" Officer Christopher looked at him thoughtfully, then continued, "So, you don't know the deceased, do you?"

"Hmm." Josep replied, "Just listen to them talking, as if it were Gibson."

"Did you send him that glass of red wine?"

"Yes."

"So, you're very suspicious, huh?" Christopher said with a smile.

"Officer, I don't think I'm suspicious." Josep said confidently.

"Oh?" The officer was slightly surprised, "Why are you so sure?"

"First of all, not to mention whether I recognize the victim or not, even if I really want to attack him, it is impossible to choose this way." "On the one hand, it would be a problem for Mr. Kostel, and on the other hand, it would be easy to expose yourself. Because time and place are not good for you. If it were me, I would definitely choose to start when no one is around, or use some chronic poison, or disguise it as a scene of murder for money. Anyway, it's better than that, right?"

Josep said it righteously, much to the surprise of Officer Christopher.

"Anyway, can we check your belongings?" The officer asked.

"No problem." Josep replied.