Jiang Xia said, "In other words, the sequence of events was roughly this: when the waiter pushed out the food truck carrying the Peking Duck from the kitchen, the murderer immediately realized the moment had come and secretly began smearing Potassium Cyanide onto the underside of the lazy Susan.
"Unexpectedly, at that exact moment, Conan began turning the Round Table to get the dipping sauce and Chili Oil for his bun.
"Startled and nervous, the murderer could only keep turning the eggs back in front of himself and continue applying the poison. That was why, the moment Conan let go, the lazy Susan immediately returned to its original position. It looked as though there were springs installed beneath the plates."
"I see..." Inspector Yokomizo felt as though he understood everything. Like a student who had just learned a formula and was now trying hard to plug numbers into it, he reached out and spun the Round Table. "In other words, when the dipping sauce was in front of you and the Chili Oil was in front of the screenwriter, whoever the two plates of eggs were pointing at was the murderer."
As he spoke, he held down the tabletop and rotated it.
Soon, the lazy Susan stopped in the same position as before.
The two plates of eggs on the table formed a blunted arrow, pointing directly at the stunned director.
"Him?" After his initial amazement, Inspector Yokomizo suddenly recalled a doubt. "But the victim's wet wipe had a large amount of Potassium Cyanide on it. Judging from its distribution and quantity, it didn't seem to have gotten there when the victim wiped his fingers. It was more like poison had been dripped directly onto it."
—If not for that, he would never have been so certain earlier that Jiang