"But how is it possible!? But it could be possible if Hypoglycemia isn't detected during the autopsy?"
"Meh... it's hard to believe considering your forensic team also detected Pneumonia. It's the same thing. Well, Mr. Marsh isn't going anywhere. You can ask him later at the hospital."
I explained again what I understood. I used the method of throwing questions. It doesn't mean I know everything, nor is it because I give quizzes that Feline always misinterprets. I just want opinions from what other people think. Opinions that come out of how their minds think about the clues I provide, resulting in ideas that are truly thought out. Not waiting for initiation from me.
For example, does this chicken lay eggs? My answer is yes, because it's time. Feline could also answer because the male has fertilized, so it's time for the female to lay eggs. Or maybe Inspector Sharp might say it doesn't need to be fertilized; the chicken can still lay eggs. However, the eggs won't hatch into new chicks.
See? How those variations of answers can produce different information. There's nothing wrong, and it's not wrong. Regardless of which answer, the chicken still lays eggs when it's time.
In this case, the climax is two objects. Two people who both died at the same time because the gap might not be much. So, I called it at the same time. Also, in the same place.
These two people are known, Mlle. Howell and also M. Gill.
Both hold poisons with two different types. Both are deadly. Both have their own ways and placements.
After knowing how the poison was inserted, then the answer is certainly open by itself. Then how did the poison enter?
I asked that to Feline and also Inspector Sharp.
"Well, based on the data-um... we know that Ethylene Glycol is in the slushies owned by a victim named Alwen Howell. Proven from the Glucagon bottle brought by Miss Howell, which contents have been replaced. Maybe Miss Howell inserted Ethylene Glycol much earlier?"
"Eh? I think that's impossible, Inspector. Th-that's because the slushies were bought by Mr. Marsh and Miss Voyles at the same time when they were about to ride the Ferris wheel. Even the time was short. Miss Voyles and Mr. Marsh almost missed the ride," Feline retorted.
"O-oh, y-yes.... That's based on the statement earlier," he added, turning to me. "Could it have been inserted while riding the gondola-wait, I think that's impossible, sir?"
"Why not? Are you a fortune teller?"
Inspector Sharp folded his hands while leaning on the chair to the maximum. He seemed doubtful of my statement.
"Well, the people in front of him-uh... who was it again? Mr. Gill? Ah, right. Mr. Gill could have seen it, right?"
I just nodded briefly, with a confident thin smile. For a moment, slowly, Inspector Sharp began to straighten up again.
His expression tightened again.
"Woah, woah, woah, wait a minute, wait a minute! Is that possible!?"
"Oui,"
"B-but, Mr. Cake, doesn't that mean Mr. Gill would be suspicious?"
"Remember, they're dating, right, Feline? Which means they have spent quite a long time together and know each other. What if... What if Mlle. Howell lied not only once but several things?"
I argued that way, even making two people doubt my statement. Even though that statement might be true.
"Isn't it that when dating, both individuals should be open and care about each other, or am I wrong, Mr. Cake?"
"Miss, it's not like that. But... well..." Inspector Sharp sighed for a moment, his eyebrows raised as if he was contradicting his own statement. He continued, "It should be like that, but apparently they prefer not to be like that rather than being honest or at least burying the past and becoming better people, uh-huh!"
Then he turned to me.
"You shouldn't make up for that, sir."
"Peut être (maybe), but let's go back to the case..."
For a hidden purpose, Mlle. Howell should have done this. Let's say that she didn't lie at first. Then later got an idea and did it.
I talked about Glucagon.
Because there's been too much discussion about medicines, at least Glucagon has the same important elements. This information is at the top of the secret, meaning I have Miss Rachel Flemming who is always honest with me about her medical knowledge.
Both are not just random medicines; both have special needs. Fomepizole, intended as an antidote, while Glucagon exists due to hypoglycemia. In simple terms, hypoglycemia is when blood sugar levels are too low, causing people to feel weak.
Mlle. Flemming told me that people with hypoglycemia should avoid drinks containing caffeine, such as coffee, tea, and some caffeine-containing sodas. Not only that, but they also have to be prepared with sweet foods nearby or glucagon.
In the form of a spray or injection.
"Not only that, Mlle. Flemming said that if Glucagon is consumed orally or swallowed, then the substance will not be active because it will be destroyed by stomach acid."
"When said like that, it must mean that Miss Howell lied about Glucagon and-uh... that's why Mr. Gill didn't know that Glucagon should actually be injected, sir?"
Feline contradicted Inspector Sharp's statement again, "For such an important medicine? I think that's weird."
Although this time, Inspector Sharp was more accurate.
"That's also true, but that's not what I meant, monsieur. Mlle. Howell lied about having hypoglycemia. That lie can't be built overnight. Because building a habit is a necessity. She has to drink and eat something sweet."
A demonstrated habit. No need to overdo it, the most important thing is enough. That alone perfectly proved that Mlle. Howell with something unusually sweet, then someone quickly comes to a conclusion. I don't know Mlle. Howell really likes sweets, or indeed he has to eat sweets which in this case I almost think he has Hypoglycemia.
Both agreed with a nod, slow loris Feline and the butt-chin Sharp.
"Yes, slushies with a many variants-um... that's a bit excessive."
This was also proven from the first time when Feline and I lined up to enter this playground. The two people fed each other cotton candy. Or when Mlle. Howell told the story about being in Hunstanton Playground, Spectrum Park, she admitted that she was on a culinary tour. Especially what I underline is consuming various types of ice cream, from cones or other types such as gelato.
"Nevertheless, there are two things that bother me about all of this. First, she bought non-sugar tea instead of the flavored ones."
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"O-oh, the tea that you felt unwell with!?"
Feline has a strong memory, although not everything is in the right position. Especially, she gave me apple tea instead of the plain tea without sugar that I requested at that time. Nevertheless, Mlle. Howell ordered that. All bottled tea products without flavor variations usually contain some sugar and sufficient caffeine. Moreover, the non-sugar variant.
Again, referring to the information from Mlle. Flemming that I mentioned earlier, people with true hypoglycemia always try to avoid caffeine. However, they must also maintain their condition by at least consuming something with sugar, especially when in an amusement park and riding thrilling rides. Thrilling means it can consume energy. Energy comes from sugar.
It would be impossible for someone with hypoglycemia, feeling tired from a ride, to sit down and order non-sugar tea. Unless, of course, she is making a statement. Unless she really wants to create a pause to enjoy something sweet in the next scenario.
The second thing is when Mlle. Howell drank black coffee belonging to M. Gill. Even though that was the last time we chatted with her.
There were many things Inspector Sharp wanted to ask since I said that M. Gill didn't have Pneumonia. Or someone added that statement.
"There are so many things I've learned this time, hm... But... but if what you say is true-um... when Miss Howell poured that Glucagon bottle... what did she say to avoid suspicion?"
"Since M. Gill doesn't know the facts about glucagon, anything goes. For example, she could say that it's like a supplement? Or is it just liquid sugar?"
"Even though if one of them is very knowledgeable about medicines?"
"Mlle. Howell could easily say 'please keep this a secret from friends, just like you kept your pneumonia a secret, okay?' like that."
"Blimey! That could be it!"
I continued about the issue of why M. Marsh said that M. Gill had Hypoglycemia? Because there are moments like this.
When M. Marsh added that testimony, it means he was digging his own grave.
"W-what do you mean-Mr. Gill or the male victim who said that!?" Inspector Sharp exclaimed.
"Since we all know that what M. Marsh said about the rum bottle is true, there's nothing that could make him a suspect. Moreover, when you searched M. Gill's brown blazer, which contained many bottles of medicines, right? It seemed deliberately difficult to find. It's impossible for M. Marsh to slip in a bottle or give a bottle containing hemlock while the bottle itself looks old and used?" I continued. "Returning to the facts earlier, what happened is only one thing, making M. Marsh believe that M. Gill has Pneumonia and Hypoglycemia. Because Mr Marsh holds job profile data especially in the part of health history, knowing that M. Gill has a history of pneumonia is true, then it's easy for M. Marsh to accept that fact when M. Gill says he has Pneumonia, plus his lie about Hypoglycemia."
"Doesn't that mean M. Gill knew about his death, sir?"
"Oui! It means M. Gill knew about his death. But with one more person, perhaps?"
All of it fits when positioned like that. I wouldn't position it that way without hearing stories from Mr. Marsh and Mlle. Voyles. Their fourth meeting at MannaLand Great Yarmouth, then their third at Norwich Market when they had job problems, their last meeting at this place, and...
Their initial meeting,
However, there is continuity between their meetings at Happywood Hills Theme Park. Or the death of Miss Davies, a year later.
Or about the romantic philosophy of the Ferris Wheel.
Then I referred to one person. Her grievances conveyed made me understand.
That was when the two of us sat with the same frequency and thoughts. Nevertheless, that peculiarity…
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