There were no needle holes, so Zhao Xun could think of only two possibilities.
First, a special item had been used to poison the milk through the plastic container.
Only Fan Xiaodan, as a player, could have done that.
Second, the needle used to inject the poison had been extremely fine, and the poisoner had been so skilled and quick at inserting and withdrawing it that the plastic had returned to its original shape, leaving no visible puncture or leak.
An ordinary person could not do that. Either the killer had practiced specifically, or their occupation had given them opportunities to develop that kind of speed and dexterity.
And Fan Xiaodan was a suspect on that count, too.
After all, she had looked quite professional while examining Grandpa Feng's body. She might be a forensic pathologist.
Of course, Zhao Xun did not suspect only Fan Xiaodan. It was simply that, given what he knew so far, she was highly suspicious.
At that thought, Zhao Xun spoke. "Let's each tell everyone what we do for a living."
When Grandpa Feng had introduced everyone earlier, he had given only their names and nothing else.
"Hey, hey! I'm saying you're a suspect. Didn't you hear me?" Dou Yaohui shouted at Zhao Xun. "Why are you acting like you're in charge?"
Then he turned to glance at Fan Xiaodan. Although he said nothing, his meaning was clear.
He suspected Fan Xiaodan as well, but she had not responded either.
"What's the point of spouting that nonsense?" Zhao Xun said bluntly. "So far, nobody here has been cleared of suspicion. If you suspect me, produce some solid evidence instead of just running your mouth. I suspect you too, but I haven't said a word about you."
Dou Yaohui was instantly at a loss for words.