They ask each other. I was trying to think if there was something in that yellow coat? Or it could be that Mr. Cake sees is different with Mrs. Sonia sees?
I ventured to argue.
“Could it be what Mr. Cake sees different from what Miss Sonia?”
"Perhaps," he raised his finger.
"Perhaps,, it's not a yellow coat?"
Reply Mr. Cake shook his head disapprovingly, “Non, non. It's the Yellow Coat, Herald. Sonia and I really see the same thing. Then, when the yellow coat is removed, I believe you guys saw what we saw too, right?”
Everyone nodded in agreement, except Mr. Fishchenich.
"No. You don't really see it. Because before being handed over to the police, the object was handed over in an irregular position, so something was not visible," he added while taking a small walk around. “Only I know, while it hasn't been said at all and this person has said it. The stupid thing is I realized it after a while and that's because I uttered incomplete. After all it becomes easier to find the culprit in the end,”
His small smile became a bit wider, but her face was very serious.
“Not Sonia, not even anyone who's looking, except myself. Red Chinese writing,”
They looked at each other. That was enough to prove that it was exactly as Mr. Cake.
"Why not?" asked the drill hair woman.
“Chinese writing? Does that mean she is a China girl that Mr. Juan mentioned before?” Miss Pussett raised her voice.
“Ah, Becky! I forgot to explain that. Not a single Chinese girl involved. But if the sentence is replaced 'that person brought a china girl' there is no problem. China girl is another word for Fentanyl. They have a lot. Another example that is like candy is Apache. They are a class of illegal drugs that are surprisingly dealing with this case,” Mr. Cake turned to the drill lady. "That's because the person wearing it doesn't show it, either intentionally or not. Another thing that supports it is because of the very heavy rain and at night. It's natural for our eyes to catch something striking, like yellow."
"So who is this person?" the tone of the woman Mcpherson called was impatient.
“The one - the most unthinkable. The most manipulative figure, both physically and psychologically. A serial killer by definition a murderer without a face, a smell, and a gun. This man was responsible for so much, for Foscow, Gertrude, Rita, two people at the hospital and probably more. One of the cabal of unknown organizations? Possible,"
Mr. Cake was silent for a moment. Then he walked towards me. At least it wasn't me that was aimed at, but that golden brown haired woman.
“Slandering Miss Sonia Gutierrez. The appearance is also very similar. Except with those glasses,”
He paused at the moment.
"Pebble," he said quietly, but enough to make everyone wonder.
They were silent, but their faces expressed astonishment. Although Mr. Cake briefly told me his story first, he only mentioned the name very little.
“Huh? It makes even more no sense. You're not playing a guessing game, are you?" Miss Pusscat's tone was full of ridicule.
“And the thing that makes even less sense is the absolute place the culprit is hiding. However there are some things that are most suspicious about it, including what I said earlier about the red chinese writing,"
He then placed a container that I thought was shaped like a glass container right on the table of his guests.
“Firstly, there isn't a single student named Pebble. I've checked that against the attendance records that Miss Mchperson lost when she was a Beagle. The data is where one class was expelled because there was an same name. There are at least two names. They think someone is trying to cheat. It's strange that Pebble isn't there at all,”
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The drill-haired woman raised her hand.
"Yes, Verdamant?"
"How can you be sure, Mark?"
"I'm pretty sure that I'm very sure. All right, have you ever seen Pebble called by Madame Caulburn do a hard problem? Or whoever the teacher is,”
The drill-haired woman glanced at Miss Pusscat and Miss Pussett,
“Eh? No wonder i-I think she was very, very lucky,” Miss Pussett replied.
Mr. Cake stopped right in front of them.
““Then where did the name Pebble come from? You all still remember Erica Hutchins who confessed to killing the girl before? The girl physically matched him. It's not strange at that time there was someone who claimed to be his older sister with a big suitcase. It's easy to imagine what was in that big suitcase and what it was used for. After all, the hospital is also experiencing a funding crisis,”
“Hey, wait a minute,” added Miss Pusscat. “She bribed a sizable amount of money, submitted fake proof of identity, then…”
“Petrina Blewett. If you take the initials…” said the woman next to Miss Ephey.
“Peble. Or we might call her Pebble,” added Mr. Cake. "Then why does it have to be so important to change his identity, why does it have to be a woman who is chosen?
Mr. Cake back towards me. She pointed to the golden-brown hair of the woman who had disguised herself as an old grandma.
“Because of this golden brown hair. Belongs to Miss Gutierrez. That's why I told you a week ago to get some information on Gutierrez, Gwen. Well, even though I was suspicious long ago,"
Miss Pusscat explained to them all that she and Mr. Cake investigates this to the matter of Gutierrez mentioned just now.
“Twin sisters who are polar opposites carry the Gutierrez legacy into the future,” add Miss Pusscat.
Mr. Cake opened the glasses box.
"That's why, you can confirm for yourself."
Everyone tries on the glasses. Not to wear, but just to see through the glass I think.
“In carrying out her actions, this girl must build a reputation for someone who is suitable to be made a scapegoat which must be done gradually. As you know, Gwen, back in Alnwick Park, about the rhubarb. It had been intentionally inserted which when Sonia or anyone else prevented it, she immediately accused, made the scene look like it was caught off guard. This is the same way when killing Foscow,”
"You mean she uses a twin face?" Miss Pusscat pointed at the woman named Sonia.
Mr. Cake nodded.
“She created a situation that really weighed her down and even turned the facts around before us. Luckily they are not both left-handed. But regarding Getrude and Rita, her plan fell even faster because Sonia had been stalking her. Because of that she had to make her faint. Now, for the last problem…”
"The last?"
“She put poison on the fork which was actually Sonia's job at that time. Because that place was often passed by many people, she was nervous and then it hit everyone. In the end, she also got poisonous by herself. Story finished,"
That ending… well I'm not sure that's a good story? I mean, how could that accident have killed him? How careless is this Pebble? It left a slightly bitter ending.
"Just like that?" asked Miss Pusscat somewhat disappointed.
“After knowing the tricks, any magic will look boring. It's like skinning a hedgehog naked," Mr. Cake smiled thinly.
"At least the mystery won't bother us anymore," said the drill haired woman.
The atmosphere became momentarily silent rather than tense. Several people nodded in agreement and were satisfied with Mr. Cake. Time has shown almost midnight. They finally said goodbye.
"You want to stay?" I asked her.
“Oh? No, no. Someone will pick me up.”
To be honest, I'm actually a little dissatisfied with the ending. Looks like it forced.
“Hey, Mark, that wasn't bad at the ending. Well, but I know Pusscat is suspicious too,”
"You don't need to worry about Gwendoline. She's a sensational, astute person," he added, "Tell me, it wasn't really on the fork, was it?"
“Eh? No, that's true. At least I change the situation, then she's reckless it will work. Well, but I didn't expect it to be a disaster,"
Mr. Cake headed to the back of the kitchen to clean all the equipment I also helped him. The woman walked up to us
Mr face Cake wasn't too happy.
"You're not coming home, Sonia?"
The woman looked around for a while, her face a little sad even if only for a moment.
"Okay, one question and I won't bother you."
“Go on,” Mr. Cake washed the glasses and dispenser while I did the dishes.
"That still hasn't been answered about the strange attendance data. Two attendance data, one has been missed. The other one?"
I can understand that Mr. Cake objection.
"Who else if not a girl with a distinctive laugh, like a queen- not anymore. Because it's the real thing,"
The woman looked at her watch.
"Well, that's not what I was asking I guess,"
“Groeneweg.” replied Mr. Cake.
Then the lady thanked us and walked away from us.
“So who is Gutierrez on the roll call? ask back Mr. Cake
She stopped for a moment as she reached for the doorknob. She turned around with a big smile.
"Of course, Sophia."
She left.
After everything was finished cleaning, both the kitchen equipment and the tables, Mr. Cake told me that tomorrow the shop would be open at noon.
“Mr. Cake, the end of the story was a bit-"
He interrupted.
"Weird, yes it is. At that time she was the one who found a bottle of charcoal as an antidote, then luckily the only one who had time to eat it survived, Miss Verdamant, I mean Groeneweg,”
“Thank goodness it was so lucky it was there,” I said somewhat relieved.
“You can just believe that charcoal bottle is there?” he furrowed his brows.
“Eh? It isn’t?"
"Since when do kitchens store medicines, huh?"
Then later Mr. Cake whispered something to me.
"If someone carries an ace card that guarantees life's safety and then it is discovered by other people, it means that the person knows that negotiations are needed, or the person is not safe,"
My face didn't change that Mr. Cake understands my face which expresses incomprehension.
"A little example. If you want to exterminate a swarm of bees, you need at least some protection. If you want to poison a lot of people, then…”
"Is it true?" I said a little surprised.
Mr. Cake took the button tucked in between the third and fourth buttons.
"Did you hear that, Gwen?" said Mr. Cake on the black button.
It sounded like there was interference like a signal radio sound. It was so shocking that I didn't understand what exactly was going on.
“Well, what a rare record." sound coming from the black button.
“Eh, wh-what exactly happened, Mr. Cake?” I asked him confused.
Like, seriously, what exactly it is about?
Mr. Cake turned to me with concern with a sigh.
“Ah, you know that detective you said was a cat lover? Or what is it, like in the movie puss in boots? What did you say that cute dwarf? See, people as smart as they are sometimes need my help. So why should I be afraid of rivals?” said Mr. Cake scoffed.
"Ah, don't be so arrogant! But, wait- LITTLE? WHO SAID THAT!?” the voice on the radio sounded very angry.
"Hey, you brought up the 'little' part on purpose, Mr. Cake!”
Yeah, I can hear Miss Pusscat grumbling over the little radio like a spy. I was quite surprised that I saw the device with my own eyes apart from the movies.
Anyway, I learned a lot today, and a lot of surprising things.
That's not really what I'm asking, though I'll ask later. But about the buttons and what for? The sound of the button continued to sound. For what reason, exactly?
Looks like I need to ask another time. Because today I was just shocked because the grandmother earlier, was not an ordinary person. After thinking about it, somehow I feel chills.
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