The investigation has not progressed for a long time, and the customers in the store are a little irritable waiting.

A man walked past Mr. Wesley and knocked his cane to the ground, and he reprimanded him. Maybe it's because after sitting for a long time, the anger is bigger.

And Mr. Steinbeck also hugged the package in his hand tightly and sat on the chair next to him.

Only Mr. Josep, who looked very relaxed, seemed to be looking at the officers with great interest.

Officer Christopher's men returned from the hotel to report that no new clues had been found.

As for the other guests, Officer Christopher only asked for a little testimony and did not investigate much.

It seems that the current suspicion is mainly on the three people in front.

"Now, Bella, what do you think?" Elena asked.

"I guess it's one of the three." Bella replied.

"I think so, too, but who could it be?"

"Who do you think is most likely?"

"I think Mr. Steinbeck is more suspicious." Elena said.

"Oh? How so?" Bella asked.

"It seems unnatural that Mr. Steinbeck carries so many gold coins with him." Elena said, "And you're not sure that the gold coins are his, are you?"

"You mean, he did it to Mr. Gibson for money?"

"Hmm." Elena nodded, "For example, these gold coins may be assets owned by him and Gibson in cooperation, and now that the business is done, he has the idea of owning this property. There should be such a possibility, right?"

"There's some truth to that." "But have you ever wondered what would happen if he did?"

"Consequences?"

"That's right. Since he and Gibson have been friends for many years, they must have worked together many times, right? Why do you suddenly have an interest now? Moreover, since we are friends, we will definitely continue to cooperate in the future, and if we do this now, won't we make our future business go to waste?"

"Could it be that I made more money this time?"

"If you have to think so, it's not impossible. But doesn't that seem far-fetched?"

「……」

"Rather than speculating on this, it would be more common sense to believe that there was some accident that made someone have to do it?"

"That's what I said......

"If you ignore the question of motivation, from the perspective of timing alone, there is a high probability that all three of them."

"Isn't Mr. Josep the most advantageous?"

"Nope." Bella shook her head, "From the point of view of plausibility, Mr. Josep is the least suspicious."

"Why?"

"As he himself said, it's not the right time to do it here. Whatever the reason for what he said, it made sense. And, even regardless of this factor, wouldn't it be more advantageous for the two people sitting next to Gibson from the point of view of the way they did it?"

"You're saying they sat next to the victim and could have poisoned Mr. Gibson's cup at any moment?"

"That's right."

"However, if it's at the dinner table, isn't it possible that the other party will find out at any time?"

"Well, it depends on what type of poison it is."

If it's the kind that isn't easy to detect, there are still many ways to achieve it.

"However, no matter what kind of poison, if you make strange movements, it is always easy to be exposed, right?" Elena analyzed, "As long as the other party notices the action of adding something to the cup, it is easy to get suspicious. If you think about it that way, it's more likely that the glass will be poisoned before it's served."

"Indeed, if under such premise, Mr. Josep is the most suspicious." Bella said.

When the analysis of the two was in an embarrassment, a familiar person appeared behind the crowd of onlookers.

"Mr. Pasteur." Bella stepped forward and said hello, "What a coincidence, you're here too?"

"I heard that there was a murder here, so I came over to take a look." Mr. Pasteur replied.

"You're here for dinner too?"

"Ah, no, I'm working part-time next door." Mr. Pasteur said, gesturing to the fresh fish shop behind him, "Because the owner has brought in a new batch of puffer fish from the East, and no one here knows how to cook them, he asked me to come and help."

"Fugu?"

"Hmm." Mister Pasteur nodded, "It's a freshwater fish from the East. It's not very common here."

"Is there any special way to cook?" Bella asked, confused, "Do you need professional manpower?"

"Yes. This is because this puffer fish is highly poisonous all over its body, and if you are not careful and do not deal with it, it will be very dangerous!" Mr. Pasteur said solemnly.

"Huh? Is it a very poisonous fish?" Bella asked curiously.

"That's right." Mr. Pasteur nodded, "Because this fish contains special neurotoxins in its body, and even a small amount can kill people."

"Yes......" Elena seemed to be lost in thought.

"Why would anyone eat such a poisonous fish?" Elena asked, puzzled.

"Hehe, I don't know." Mr. Pasteur smiled, "Probably nutritious, right? I can't say whether it's beautiful or not, at least in the East, there are many people who eat it. When I was in school, I heard international students mention it, and I happened to be researching this area, so I came over to help. But looking at it like this, it's quite popular."

The fish shop next to it is really good business.

It may also be that everyone has never eaten it, so they all come to taste it fresh.

"Excuse me, is the blood of this puffer fish also poisonous?" Bella asked.

"Yes, puffer fish blood is highly poisonous! With just one spoonful, poisoning a person is certainly a breeze. And not only the blood, but also the internal organs and everything else are poisonous."

"So, where do you put all the blood and internal organs that you remove when you dispose of the pufferfish?" Bella then asked.

"Well, because it's poisonous, I don't dare to throw it around, let alone throw it directly into the Seine, so I put it in an iron bucket and plan to take it to the suburbs and bury it later."

"Where is that bucket?"

"It's right in the back."

Monsieur Pasteur took Bella and Elena to check it out.

"By the way, Mr. Pasteur, do you know a man named Josep?" Bella asked, "Looks like a student at the University of Paris, too."

"Josep?" Pasteur replied, "Of course I do, he's my classmate." He happened to be helping out at the shop next door. Why, is he involved in the case too?"

"Hmm."

"I see......," said Monsieur Pasteur, as if he had thought of something.

"Do you have anything to say?" Bella said.

"It's not anything special, it's just that Josep is a man who only knows how to study mathematics all day long. This time, Mr. Costel was too busy to ask him to come and help. I don't think he could have been a prisoner." Mr. Pasteur replied.

The tone was firm.

"Well, it's up to Officer Christopher to judge."

That being said, Bella has also ruled out Mr. Josep.

When they returned to the scene of the crime, they saw Officer Christopher standing to the sidelines, helpless.

"When?" Mr. Wesley said impatiently.

"Are you in a hurry?" Officer Christopher asked.

"Even if it's not urgent, it's not a pleasant thing to delay here, right?" Mr. Wesley said.

"Please stay quiet."

In order to prevent the situation from becoming out of control, Officer Christopher ordered his men to record the identities of the other guests and then let them leave on their own.

In the end, except for a few onlookers watching the excitement, only three suspects, Steinbeck, Wesley and Josep, were left in the store.

Mary and Anna were like-minded and were eating crepes they had just bought from the door at the table next to them. When he saw Bella and Elena returning, he invited them to sit down with him.

"You eat so leisurely." Elena was incredible.

"Well, what's the matter, anyway, it's the officer's business to catch the prisoner, and we can't help much." Mary replied casually, "You said yes, Anna?"

"Hmm." Anna nodded, then took a bite of the crepe in her hand.

Just then, a vendor shouting marshmallows walked outside.

"Ah, wait a minute——! Anna hurriedly stood up and hesitated slightly, "Sister Mary, help me get it."

After handing Mary the crepe, she trotted to the door.

After a while, he came back with a marshmallow in his hand.

"Give." Mary gave her back the crepe in her hand.

But Anna didn't take it at once, but looked at the crepe for a moment, then pouted.

"Hmph, Sister Mary has a bad heart." Anna puffed up, "Obviously that piece is mine."

"Huh? You've found out." Mary smiled and handed her the crepe in her other hand.

"I just took a bite, and you've eaten half of it. Don't try to lie to me!" Anna took the crepe and grimaced.

"Really, Anna is so keen on this kind of thing." Mary couldn't help but be amazed.

"Of course, you don't know, two days ago in Madame Roland's salon, a large plate of cookies, more than 20, I only ate one piece, and she found out!" Elena said meaningfully.

"Oh? It's amazing!" Mary also looked amazed, "That's amazing. Is there one piece missing?"

"yes, just one piece. I can't see any difference on the plate." Elena continued, "Bella, did you say yes?"

Bella was silent, as if thinking about something.

"Bella, Bella?" Elena shook her shoulder, "What do you think? I look distracted."

"Huh? Oh, nothing." Bella came back to her senses, "I was just wondering how the prisoner got the poison into the cup."

"Did you figure it out?" Elena asked.

"Not yet, but now, almost." Bella said.