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The hall was completely silent, and the guests were all speechless.

That's the apple of the Wonka family's eye!

Normally they would be too busy currying favor with someone, but now they are serving a waiter like dockworkers.

In front of the bar.

Nathan couldn't help but cover the lower half of his face with a rag, desperately suppressing the twitching corners of his mouth.

Noah pushed the Bloody Mary away a little, turned his head and asked silently.

Nathan answered in a muffled voice:

"...This industry is highly competitive, and he has a very advanced service mindset."

Clang.

The wheelchair landed on the ground, right in front of the cylindrical water tank, the sound startling the petrified crowd in the hall.

Sean managed to sit still in the water tank, after all, he hadn't been sitting in the Abyss Rift prison for nothing.

As soon as he opened his mouth, bubbles rushed out:

"Captain, get out of here right now! Something's wrong with this ship! We're almost at the Ghost Islands!"

"Don't rush, don't rush."

Ren Yi didn't understand mermaid language, so naturally he couldn't understand what Sean was saying with his mouth opening and closing. He could only comfort him:

"I'll come and get you when I'm done with my work, and I'll get you a bigger fish tank."

Sean: "..."

In despair, he banged his forehead against the glass.

Ren Yi ignored the agitated mermaid and looked past the crowd to the bar.

Nathan and Noah were pouring and drinking wine, and judging by the frequency of their whispers, they must have been having a very pleasant conversation.

very good......

Let's see if Noah, the old fox, is more cunning, or if Nathan's natural charm is superior.

He beckoned to the boy in the twins: "Mikaje, go and invite the supervisor in black at the door over."

Mikaje blinked. "The one with the stern face?"

"Yes, that's him."

He nodded casually. "Tell him he's needed at the crime scene."

Delphine asked curiously:

"Why not call the other one? The one in red looks stronger."

That way, we can lift the wheelchair, and we won't need her and her brother anymore!

I glanced at the doorman, Ivan, who was struggling to breathe, trying to keep the last few buttons from popping off.

If you make him bend over to lift the wheelchair...

It's so spicy it hurts my eyes.

"A good detective needs an equally meticulous assistant, not a thug," Renyi explained to the two little monsters in a serious tone. "The one in the red shirt is good at smashing doors, but now is the time for us to use our brains."

No stamp!

They are excellent detectives!

Mikaje immediately ran off to summon his meticulous assistant.

Delphine looked at him, then at the composed Ren Yi in his wheelchair, and muttered softly, "Then why don't you walk by yourself?"

"A good detective knows how to feign weakness." He closed his eyes, looking unfathomable.

Delphine nodded, seemingly understanding.

When Klaus saw this scene, especially his captain being carried in a wheelchair by two children and striking a pose that said "I'm about to die," the veins on his forehead throbbed uncontrollably.

"Let's go, supervisor."

"Let's go to the crime scene."

......

The second and fourth floors are guest rooms.

Heck's room is number 266, located on the far end of the second floor.

A bodyguard in black stood guard at the door.

Upon seeing Ren Yi, he silently stepped aside to make way, then turned and left.

Klaus was the first to push open the door.

As soon as the door was pushed open, a gust of wind rushed out, carrying the salty smell of the sea and the woody scent of the room, but notably, there was no smell of blood as expected.

The room was simply furnished.

Directly opposite the door is a viewing window that opens outwards, and the wind makes the curtains flutter.

Heck was sitting in a single sofa facing the window.

He was impeccably dressed, even more presentable than he had been at the banquet the night before. A slight smile played on his lips, and his face was filled with contentment and peace, as if he were in the middle of a beautiful dream he didn't want to wake up from.

There were two empty sofas on either side of him, it seemed...

Before he died, he was sitting face to face with someone, reminiscing.

"Boss, this place... is so tidy."

It's more than just clean.

It's like a meticulously arranged exhibit.

He closed the door behind him, then wheeled himself to Heck, put on the gloves he'd taken from Aurora, and first lifted Heck's chin and turned it from side to side.

— You can feel resistance in your neck.

Then he raised his arm, which was stiff and difficult to bend. Finally, he bent down and tried to move the deceased's calves and knees, and the joints were still movable.

"He died this morning, sometime between four and six hours after he got up."

At this temperature.

Rigor mortis usually begins in the head and face, then the neck, torso, upper limbs, and finally the lower limbs, and complete stiffness takes about ten to twelve hours.

My legs aren't completely stiff yet.

Combined with the clue that the twins heard Heck snoring around 2 a.m. last night...

"It's eleven o'clock now, so that's between five and seven in the morning, isn't it?"

The timing was perfect.

The ship's crew had started work, and running upstairs at this time would be too conspicuous, so the killer could only be a guest or Wonka's family.

"What was the cause of death? Were there any external injuries?" Klaus asked.

"No." Ren Yi had just carefully examined Hek's eyelids, mouth, nose, and nails, and found no signs of poisoning or suffocation, nor any strangulation marks on his neck.

This is the strangest part.

"Besides the deceased, there are two empty seats."

He picked up an empty glass from the table and sniffed it. It had contained vodka, but there was no strange smell.

"The guests on the ship didn't get off until almost ten o'clock. Heck is dressed so early, perhaps he made an appointment with someone to come to his room at this time."

He turned his wheelchair and stopped it by the window.

The thick fog looked like a thin layer of cotton covering the outside, and the churning black seawater could be vaguely seen underneath.

"This person must be of very high status."

"At least," Renyi continued, "Hek would never dress this well when meeting those suspects who have a grudge against him."

"He took this meeting very seriously, and was even... a little nervous."

"So he poured himself a glass of vodka for courage," Klaus added.

He has checked every corner of the room, including door locks, windows, and vents, but found no signs of damage.

"Then, his guest arrived. They chatted for a while, and Heck was delighted, feeling that one of his wishes was about to be fulfilled."

Klaus followed his train of thought, his brow furrowing even more deeply:

"And then? His guest killed him when he was completely unprepared? By what method?"

"I don't need to know the method." He casually moved his left hand, which was wrapped in thick gauze.

The engineer's face clearly showed his disapproval.

How can you identify a suspect if you don't know the method of murder?

Without a chain of evidence, what grounds can there be for accusation?

"Old Ke, we're standing...sitting here to survive." Renyi tapped the armrest of his wheelchair with his fingertips. "The court needs a chain of evidence; what we need is space to survive and leverage."

"If you think about it, how many people on the entire ship are of such high status that an arrogant businessman like Heck would dress up neatly in the morning and even pour himself a glass of strong liquor to calm his nerves?"

"I know! I know!"

Mikaje raised his hand high, "It's Dad!"

Delphine quickly covered her brother's mouth, their two identical green eyes staring intently at them.