“This is barbaric, how barbaric! How dare that idiot killer!”
A loud voice filled with anger as her hands pounded very harsh on the table. Like a senior ospect in the introduction of a crazy college period. Her expression that depicted disappointment that we couldn't even look at her scarlet angry face.
Aunt Edelweiss brought a glass of iced tea which she immediately downed half. The way to drink it is almost like someone at a bar who immediately gulps down a glass of whiskey to the last drop.
For some reason, we were able to meet Caulburn in this place who was in a difficult state to calm down. If it's a challenge event, then I'm the contestant who dropped out at the start of the fight.
“During my time at work, this is the most disgusting incident! Barbaric and immoral!” then she took another sip. She didn't even notice our presence.
As soon as the glass was finished, she lowered it slowly.
"Well, that reminds me a bit of the past?" she said in surprise, her tone dropping.
"20 years ago, about the suicide incident." I said casually.
That being said, suddenly…
All their eyes were on me, Caulburn was no exception. This was indeed the plan. If I need answers, I'm happy to light a fire with gasoline.
"How dare you say that in front of me!" she looked at me sharply.
"You said you are a good student printer? Is that included?” I said challenging her.
“Mark!” Pebble whispered while tugging at my shirt. As if she was warning me not to anger the bear. Well, if Caulburn is a bear, then she must be a grizzly bear.
Her sinister face drew closer and glared at me deeply.
"That is a fact!" Her tone then rose frontally. “I have never experienced the deepest humiliation and shame since that incident! Even though I defended them, I looked for the culprits, I brought them in front of them, I humiliated them in front of their parents, But they're still cowards! In the end, what I least expected was suicide!”
She drank half of it until it was finished. Then she threw the empty glass. She throwing anger at her disappointment indiscriminately even though her students were sitting there. It was as if we were just a backdrop with a frightened expression enlivening her rage.
Her breath panting. Everyone froze. But at least this clarifies a little of what I need. I'm still me, no one can intimidate me.
"Well, I hope you recover from that."
“Yes… yes…. After that I realized, that before the incident that was the last time I had a good night's sleep,” Caulburn put money on the desk. “This is for the glass I broke. Sorry."
She stood up but staggered slightly.
It wasn't because she was drunk because Aunt Edelweiss didn't sell alcohol. But because of the rest of the flames of anger, leaving a feeling of tiredness and disturbing dizziness.
"Are you all right, Madame Caulburn?" asked Aunt Edelweiss who swiftly held her shoulder.
"Thank you, Ros."
Aunt Edelweiss escorted her to the teachers' room.
Verdamant and Pebble could at least breathe a sigh of relief. Beckey and Roddy looked a bit sleepy but not as bad as Roddy's eye bags. While I ran my eyes on the girl who had been looking down, sitting next to James. I asked her to answer my question honestly.
"What do you want to know?" her tone is a bit hoarse.
"Two days ago, you and James, with me and Foscow, saw Roddy from afar having Caulburn's temper tantrum, right?"
"No. As you can see, I am sick.”
"Then, yesterday, did you come to watch the ball?"
"I don't understand what you're talking about," she argued that even makes more complicated to me.
I can feel the aura of frustration that my friend is feeling. Until waiting for one person to explode with her words.
"If someone is guilty they should confess, right?" Isabeau spoke up.
“It's not like we're accusing you, you know! The thing is we actually saw you!” Verdamant said firmly.
Roddy added that the words 'one for all' were very hypocritical. Everyone lost control to judge her. The problem is I can't find any fixable points. There's nothing wrong anyway. They have evidence and witnesses, while this girl also shows no signs of lying.
Sonia let slip, she banged the table.
“You want me to admit to something I didn't do?! Are you guys crazy?!” the tone is so loud.
Everyone is silent.
“B-but Sonia… Thing is… you were there and we saw you…” Pebble explained with a bit of fear.
"Whatever!"
Sonia left us without a words. I can't deny the frustrated look on her face.
At that moment I smelled something strange. The contents of my head began to give light. I was just thinking is that even possible?
“Hey, Isa, what time did Foscow die? Where exactly did the poison stick to your bottle?” I asked.
The brown-skinned girl was just silent. However, because Verdamant advised her, she had the courage to share information with us.
“Um… they said between 7 and 9 in the morning. The poison was all around the bottles and caps.”
"Then when you delivered something to Foscow yesterday, was Beagle there?"
Isabeau nodded confidently.
“She is having instant noodle for breakfast. Her face was covered in sweat and she looked miserable.”
Hearing Isabeau's testimony, my head began to give me the opportunity to draw a few conclusions. Be a bit rational. The problem is, technically, how could the culprit put poison in it?
I immediately ran to the Beagle's place. As usual, the crime scene or the place where Beagle guarded the health care unit as well as Foscow as the patient. Lots of police lines, but I don't care. The problem was that two people standing guard outside stopped me. At least the noise made the people inside open the door.
"What are you doing here?"
“Um-um, Miss Beagle!”
Her disgusted face made me lose hope. Although at least I misjudged.
"Let him in, gentlemen," She said then went back inside.
I don't understand why these two people just obeyed. Maybe they're just like me. The love and got charmed by Beagle.
"So what are you doing here, boy?"
I didn't expect that there was that stiff man, both in face and tone. His white hair did not diminish the ferocity of his facial expression.
"Superintendant Mcpherson, excuse me sir, I'd like to ask Miss Beagle,"
Beagle's eyes glanced over and met the old man's. I'm a little relieved the old man nodded and went on with his business.
"What is it? I'm not in a joking state!”
“Neither do I, Miss Beagle. Did you have the noodles for breakfast yesterday?”
“Noodles? Ah that curly girl, two days ago, gave me something I can't tolerate. That fat guy has a stomach ailment, so it's only natural, right?”
"I presume you enjoyed it enough?"
She paused for a moment, then took a wet tissue from her bag and cleaned her hands with it.
"Well, I like spicy food," She nodded. “But…, of course I’m an ordinary woman that the spicy noodle yesterday didn’t give me chance though,”
"Then that's why you don't taste like you usually do?"
“Yeah, toilets, nature calls I guess? The spicy food breakfast is the dumbest thing I have to admit. I don't mind if you blame me," she said in a regretful tone.
"Oh no, no, no, everyone makes mistakes, Miss Beagle. The thing is, that day, the day Foscow threw up and I was unconscious, can you explain?"
"Did that ever happen, Pam?" Mcpherson said suddenly.
I'm confused. While they looked at each other for a moment. Miss Beagle's glance back with sharpened eyes at Superintendent McPherson.
"I-I mean, Miss Beagle?" The man named McPherson confirmed his words.
The woman sighed.
"Yeah, just like this kid said," she added. “But I don't think Foscow is what you think. At least I can know because he secretly came to my place, asking for gastric medicine. Maybe you've seen him sick for no reason?"
Come to think of it, I'm also a little weird. Last year, cooking class, he had gotten really sick from Isabeau's cooking. I thought it was very tangy, especially on salty and sour. Then I saw him apologize to Isabeau in the back. I peeked at it but at that time I had to forget. I think that makes a bit of sense.
“Your problem is quite different. Your pupils are a bit smaller, your breathing is also a little short and sometimes too fast. Didn't think specifically, but those are common signs of poisoning."
Hearing the explanation, I was shocked.
“B-but, I don't really remember! The last time was drinking a liter of orange juice, eating a burger, and suddenly I felt lightheaded.”
"Well¸ at least I was right," she added, lighting a cigarette.
"How do you deal with poisoned people?"
"Yeah, there are some procedures. Luckily, your case isn't too bad. If it's worse, I can use it…” she took me a black bottle.
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