Potassium cyanide?
Poisonous potassium cyanide?
When I hear "potassium cyanide", I can't help but break out in a cold sweat.
Fortunately, Mom and Frank took very little of this poisonous substance. Otherwise, there would die.
Frances is shocked, and he tightens his hold on my waist.
He turns to look at me with lingering fear on his face.
"Fortunately, you're fine."
One will be poisoned as soon as he touches potassium cyanide. The cake is the only thing that Mom
and Frank ate but I didn't eat.
There definitely won't be such a poisonous substance in the cake shop.
What is going on?
The doctor asks doubtfully, "How did the patient ingest potassium cyanide?"
What he asks is also my doubt.
However, there are some things that are not suitable to be told to the doctor.
"I don't know either."
Mom and Frank come out of the ward. After being under medical observation for a while, they are fine.
And then we go home.
I hand the cake to Frances. He nods at me knowingly.
Even if I don't say anything, he knows that I am asking him to investigate this matter.
"Are you going to throw this away? What a pity," Mom says and doesn't want to waste it.
"It's not a pity. You almost die because of it. You don't need to feel pain for wasting this little money.
Where did you buy this cake?"
I look at Frank and ask seriously.
Frank was about to die. He survives and naturally realizes the seriousness of the matter. He
immediately says, "I bought it at the cake shop on the corner of the street. The cake shop is promoting
sales. But I don't believe that it will kill people because it's cheap."
I roll my eyes at him and say coldly, "You won't dare be greedy in the future!"
I don't tell Mom and Frank that they were poisoned by potassium cyanide and I asked the doctor to
keep it a secret.
After all, it will be considered that someone wants to kill us by poisoning. I don't want my mother and
Frank to worry, so I just let them think it is food poisoning.
Frank stops talking. I glance at him and say, "You and Mom have just returned from the hospital. Drink
some water and get some rest. Frances and I are leaving now. Call me if something happens."
I take the cake and walk towards the cake shop that Frank mentioned with Frances.
The clerk thinks we are going to buy cakes, so he greets us warmly. But when he sees the cake in our
hands, he is a little confused.
"May I ask if there is anything you need?"
"Call your manager out."
Frances says in a serious voice, his entire body emitting a cold aura.
The clerk probably senses that Frances’ identity is extraordinary, so he goes to call the manager out.
Very quickly, the manager comes over.
Frances hands the cake over and says sternly, "This cake is made in your shop, right?"
The manager looks at the cake and nods in confusion.
The manager seems to know nothing at all.
Frances continues, "Someone ate this cake and got poisoned by potassium cyanide. Who had come
into contact with this cake in the shop?"
Hearing that someone was poisoned by potassium cyanide, the manager is shocked and his face
changes. The other two clerks are confused may because they don't know what potassium cyanide is.
"How is this possible? The cakes in our shop are under strict quality control. How could such a thing
happen?"
Cold sweat kept dripping down from his forehead. He is very nervous.
"This has nothing to do with quality. It's poisoned. I need to know who had touched this cake."
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