Then, in less than a minute, a small figure appeared beside the man who had collapsed on the ground, intently checking his condition.
First, he felt for a pulse, then observed the pupils, and then pried open his mouth to sniff for any odor.
Finally, standing up with a grim expression, he said to the man with a similar appearance who had arrived a step behind him, "No pulse, Dad. He's already passed away. There's a smell of bitter almonds in his mouth; the cause of death is likely cyanide poisoning."
The man patted the boy's head. "I've already told the restaurant manager to lock down the premises." Looking up, he addressed the curious customers gathering around, "A murder just occurred here, and the culprit is very likely among you. My wife has already called the police. From now on, no one is allowed to leave the restaurant. Please cooperate with us."
Hearing that a murder had occurred, the surrounding people grew somewhat panicked.
However, perhaps because they were used to it, the crowd soon calmed down.
At this moment, a customer recognized the man's identity.
Customer A: "Are you... are you the famous mystery novelist—Mr. Yusaku Kudo?"
Customer B: "It really is! Mr. Kudo, I love your detective novel series. Could I have your autograph?"
Customer C: "Me too! Where is your wife? Could I ask for her autograph as well?"
Indeed, this man was Yusaku Kudo, and the boy who had shown no fear whatsoever when facing the corpse, focused solely on checking the situation, was his son who was about to enter middle school—Shinichi Kudo.
At this time, the customers who recognized Yusaku Kudo immediately cast aside their fear from seeing the crime scene and crowded around him, everyone talking at once.
Stelle, who was not far from the crime scene, was pushed out of the circle by these suddenly excited people.
"Stelle, what happened?" Scotch supported Stelle, who had almost lost his footing.
He and Eri Kisaki were seated in a corner of the restaurant. After waiting for a while without seeing Stelle return and hearing some commotion, they stood up together to check the situation.
Stelle briefly explained the situation to Scotch and then couldn't help but sigh, "I told you, the specialty of your world is all kinds of cases and detectives. See, I wasn't wrong! This is already the second incident we've encountered today!" Stelle held up two fingers.
"Cough." Scotch's lip twitched. "This is just a coincidence."
However, Scotch also muttered to himself: Indeed, the frequency of encountering emergencies today is far too high.
On the other side, Yusaku Kudo, having finally calmed down his and his wife's fans, could finally begin to understand the situation at the scene.
First was the lady eating at the same table as the deceased. She identified herself as Nakamura Saki and was the wife of the deceased—Nakamura Sawa. The couple currently had no children.
They came to this restaurant to celebrate their tenth wedding anniversary. Her husband had poured a glass of red wine for each of them, and after clinking glasses, Nakamura Saki had just taken a sip when she saw her husband fall from his chair with a look of agony on his face.
Yusaku Kudo looked at the red wine on the corner of the deceased's mouth and the marks on his left ring finger from a ring being frequently taken on and off, nodding thoughtfully.
"Dad, the red wine in front of the victim also smells of bitter almonds. Someone must have poisoned his wine!" Shinichi Kudo pulled on Yusaku Kudo's hem, excitedly reporting his findings to his father.
"How can this be?! Who on earth did this?" Hearing Shinichi's words, Nakamura Saki covered her face and wept in grief.