Unfortunately, perhaps "Funeral Silver Coin" was not here, or perhaps that person was too skilled at hiding their expression. The only response Takamori Masumi received was the faint chirping of birds from the distant hall. Inside the birdcage, two canaries were fluttering about in panic.
For two innocent little birds that only wanted to quietly incubate their eggs, the two consecutive murder cases and all the screams coming from the crime scenes were simply too much to bear.
The joys and sorrows of humans and birds did not connect. But at this moment, Takamori Masumi was not feeling much better than those two birds.
—So what Jiang Xia had said earlier really had not been something he made up on the spot.
After a brief moment of thought, he seemed to have already organized his thoughts and began explaining the case in detail.
"This was probably a cleverly designed psychological deception." Jiang Xia pointed at the wine bottle and glasses on the table. "Before the evening banquet began, the murderer casually slipped into an empty room, placed two wine glasses and an opened bottle of red wine on the table, and poisoned one of the glasses.
"After making those preparations, the murderer took advantage of the chaos at the venue to secretly arrange a meeting with the victim. So, as soon as the evening banquet began, the victim voluntarily left the banquet hall and came to the scene of his death.
"But the murderer did not come over with him. He remained at the venue, timed things carefully, and called the victim after he had sat down. During the call, he said something that would make the victim willingly drink the poisoned wine—for example, 'Someone suddenly came looking for me, so I'm stepping out for a bit. Have some wine