The manager thinks back seriously and then says, "There are two cake masters in our shop. This cake
was made by Master Lee. When it was made, I packed it myself and handed it to the customer. But I
promise, it has nothing to do with me. I didn't do anything."
The manager is so anxious that he almost cries.
The panic in his eyes is real, and his panic is from fear.
I can feel it in his eyes that he didn't poison.
In that case, the master who made the cake is the only one under suspicion.
"Where's Master Lee?"
I ask.
In fact, I have the urge to run to the kitchen and cut the cake master into pieces.
"Master Lee? He said that he had something to do and he needed to go home. He asked for leave just
now."
Damn it!
He must flee for fear of being punished.
"Do you have his address or phone number?" Frances asks.
"Yes." The manager nodded.
He immediately writes down the master's address and phone number to us.
Frances and I look at each other and hurriedly walk out.
We don't call the master for fear of alarming him.
Of course, he may not answer the phone even if we call him.
According to the address given by the manager, Frances and I arrive outside a rental room.
We knock on the door, but no one answers or come to open the door.
However, I can hear the sound of tables and chairs moving inside.
There must be someone inside.
Frances gives me a look and signals me to step back.
I take a few steps back, and Frances directly raises his foot and kicks the door open.
When we enter, we saw a man crawling up to the window and he is ready to jump down.
No! How can he escape like this? My mother and Frank almost lost their lives! If he escapes, whom
should I get even with?
"Don't..."
Just as I am about to speak, Frances shakes his head and stops me.
I don't know what he means, but I feel that it's good to listen to him, so I obediently shut my mouth.
Frances walks up with a smile and says to the man who is in a panic, "You can jump down, so that no
one can hold you accountable. But you have to see clearly that this is the sixth floor. You know the
consequences of jumping down."
Now, I understand what Frances means. I say, "If you jump down from the sixth floor, your body and
brain will shatter. But that's not the scariest thing. If you fall down but you survive, you will be paralyzed
or in a vegetative state. In that case, you're really suffering and dragging down your family."
The man is frozen for a few seconds before he bursts into laughter and comes down from the window.
And then he sits down on the ground.
"I know why you come to me. But it's none of my business. I just took money from someone who asked
me to do it. I know what potassium cyanide is, so I didn't add it to the cake as much as the dosage that
person said. I reduced half of the dosage. Are they alright?"
I know that Master Lee was directed by someone else. Even if he didn't do it, someone else would do
it.
Speaking of which, I would also like to thank him for reducing the dosage so that my mother and
younger brother managed to survive.
And I was lucky that I didn't eat the cake.
"Who is behind you?"
Frances looks at Master Lee and asks with a gloomy expression.
His rage scares me, let alone that man.
"Whitney! Whitney asked me to do this!"
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