Bang! The sound of Murayu Ziyin falling heavily on the ground startled the already frightened Kirishima Nanata let out a strange scream, and he got up and wanted to run away, but was pressed directly on the seat by Sosuke Takaji.

"No one is allowed to move around in their seats!" Fujiwara Yu calmly gave the order, he didn't expect the murderer to do it in front of everyone, he gently pressed Kirishima on the shoulder to give a little comfort, and leaned down to check on the village rain Ziyin who died on the spot.

He put his gloves back on and leaned down, and before he could get closer, he could smell a strong smell of bitter almonds, hydrogen cyanide.

But hydrogen cyanide does not cause vomiting blood, he stretched out his finger to pry open Murayu Ziyin's mouth, and sure enough, it was caused by biting his tongue.

"Eagle, Eagle Division, village rain he ......"

"Hydrogen cyanide poisoning, died on the spot." Fujiwara Yuzu got up and picked up the salad on the table, and smelled the familiar smell with a light sniff, he opened the salad bottle again, and it was really mixed with hydrogen cyanide, which is a little strange, you must know that this bottle of salad dressing has been used by more than one person, but why is only Murayu Ziyin poisoned?

"Who used this bottle of salad?" Fujiwara Yu raised the salad bottle and asked out loud. As soon as this sentence came out, Kirishima thought of Seventh Tai's expression became strange, and he reached out in a panic to grab the hem of Takaji Sousuke's clothes, so nervous that he was a little incoherent: "Police officer I am ...... I've eaten this salad dressing too, and I'm going to die too?! Fujiwara glanced at the salad in front of Kirishima and Nanata, and the salad had already bottomed out.

He removed the other party's hand that was holding the hem of his clothes with some disgust, and said calmly: "Don't worry, if you are so poisonous, you will die a long time ago." ”

"Goodu." Kirishima swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, he now feels sick to his stomach, obviously he has not been exposed to poison, but he inexplicably feels that he is also poisoned, and Fukugaoka Kazuya, who has also enjoyed the salad, also feels unwell, even if he knows that this is his own psychological effect, but he will still think in a bad direction, who let the same person who has eaten it already die?

"Takaji, how do you think the murderer got started?" Chisu Akihara picked up the salad bottle and examined it carefully, but he still couldn't figure out when the murderer poisoned, to say that poisoning in front of him was the most likely, only Kirishima thought about seven times who had been in fear, but if he was the murderer, then this acting skill would be able to win the Oscar.

"Habit."

"Huh?" Fujiwara Yu reached out and took the salad bottle, directly simulating what Murayu Ziyin did first after getting the salad bottle, which was to shake the salad bottle, and the amplitude and force were large, enough to make the sauce inside flow up and down continuously.

Seeing this move, Chisu Akihara also instantly understood Sousuke Takaji's thoughts, if the murderer was someone who knew Murayu Ziyin, then he could indeed kill people in this way, and even only needed to do it in advance.

Although they figured out the murderer's means of committing the crime, it was still the same as the eucalyptus of Hakushu Mako, except for learning about the method of doing eucalyptus, they could not continue to advance the eucalyptus.

Everyone could be the murderer, and no one could rule it out. Fujiwara Yu put down the salad bottle in his hand, he supported himself on the table with one hand and stared at Kirishima without saying a word, thinking about Shichita, there was no way to move forward in the eucalyptus, at least find a way to find a breakthrough, and this key was in this person - he was the third person that the murderer intended to kill, at least before Goshimada Gakua arrived, he was the third target.

Kirishima thought that Nanata felt that someone was staring at him, and he turned his head sideways to meet the deep eyes of Sosuke Takaji, and his whole person was like a student who deserted in class and was named by the teacher to do the question, and subconsciously jumped up from his seat and took two steps back.

"You, Mr. Officer, what are you staring at me? Don't you think I'm a murderer? ”

"Indeed, you are the most likely to do it." Even though Fujiwara Yu didn't treat him as a suspect, he still used this way to get him to speak, and asked him to take the initiative to mention the name: "The time of Hakushu Mayumi's death was almost Mr. Yuki's recital, and you were the only one who left the concert hall during that time." And the person who used the salad bottle in front of the village rain Ziyin also happened to be you...... Don't you feel like you're worthy of suspicion? ”

"No, I didn't, I didn't kill anyone! I'm just used to eating salad at the end, so I can't be wronged for killing someone because of that!! Kirishima thought that Nanata danced emotionally.

Bow Masatomi, who had been sitting on the main seat and had not spoken, suddenly said at this time: "Kirishima, don't get excited, if you don't do it, explain it to the police." I'd love to know as well...... Why did you leave in the middle of my performance. Kirishima thought that Shichita was stunned when he heard Mr. Yuki's question, he was a little at a loss, did he really want to tell the truth?

Then what will everyone think of themselves, and speaking out will definitely ruin their future. But if he doesn't say it, he will be treated as a murderer, he didn't kill anyone, and he must not be unjustly imprisoned!

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"I, I heard Hosheng Mizuru...... I heard her playing "The Devil's Trill...... Again, the same voice again, don't pull anymore - don't pull anymore!! Kirishima pushed away Sousuke Takaji, who was standing beside him, and ran out of the restaurant with his face covered in pain, as if the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time had finally reached a critical point, and if he didn't explode, he would be about to suffocate.

The unsuspecting Fujiwara Yu sat directly on the ground, he waved his hand at Akihara Chisu, who wanted to come over to support him, supported the dining chair with one hand and got up easily, frowned, took off his gloves to pat the dust off his body, and took out alcohol disinfectant spray to clean his hands, and only after completing this set of operations did he instruct: "Chisu, you all go to the living room to rest, be sure not to be alone, understand?" ”

"Well, then you guys come with me." Fujiwara Yu walked alone towards Kirishima Xiangqita's room, unscrewed the door directly without knocking, and when he felt something flying towards him, he raised his hand and slapped it directly, and the book explaining the music fell to the ground, and his index finger was also cut by the page A small cut, whether it hurts or not, is it a little unhappy.

"Get out!! Treat me like a murderer, what kind of bullshit cop are you!! Kirishima wanted Nanata to roar angrily, but he could see that his emotions were not so much anger as fear, and he was afraid that he would be the murderer's next target.

He had always been very clear in his heart who the murderer wanted to take revenge on, and he had realized it since the death of Hakushu Mako.

Fujiwara Yu looked coldly at Kirishima who was standing in front of the bed, raised his chin slightly, and said angrily: "Mr. Kirishima, don't you know that being alone is the best way to get off the murderer?" If you still want to stay here alone and not cooperate with the police, then you can stay. ”

"I, I'm ......" Kirishima thought that Nanata realized that the other party was here to care about him, he hung his head in annoyance, but he couldn't say those words for a long time, obviously as long as he said it, the police in front of him would stay and protect him without remembering the villain.

"Even if you don't say I'm sorry, I'll stay." Fujiwara Yu leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette case from his pocket and played with it, and said with a firm gaze: "I am a policeman, as long as I can protect the safety of citizens, even if you oppose me, I will do it." ”