Doomsday Wonderland

Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1062: Prison Menthol

Chapter 1062: Prison Menthol

“Come down.”

“I’m not coming down.”

“I’ll count to three, and if you don’t come down, I’ll grab you.”

“Even if you grab me, I want to know why. And why is it that you discovered the flaw in that female doctor before me? Your neural circuitry is straight! Tell me, what’s wrong?”

Unlike other Pocket Dimensions, the Descartes Spirit was filled with curiosity and a thirst for knowledge. Excitedly, it blurred Bohemia’s face with a mosaic, frustrating her. She muttered, “You d.a.m.n well come down first. I have something to tell him, and you’ll understand when you hear it.”

With a doubtful look, the Descartes Spirit hesitated before crawling down from Bohemia’s face, urging, “Hurry up and speak.”

Before Bohemia spoke, she glanced at the secretary walking in front. According to him, the meeting room’s door was a bit faulty, automatically locking when closed. He apologized to the Old Shoes inside and was leading Bohemia upstairs to his office to get the key.

And so, she found herself back in that bare corridor once again.

The secretary’s office wasn’t far from hers. As he lowered his head to open the door, Bohemia stood behind him, her gaze falling on a frosted gla.s.s panel on the door. She glanced left and right, finding a plain and empty corridor with tightly closed office doors, devoid of any interest that would invite further inspection.

“Dr. Ming saw it,” she pondered, leaning in behind the secretary and whispering.

“Huh? Saw what?”

“When you were pouring water for them… Dr. Ming saw it.”

The secretary’s face turned pale, and he tightly pressed his lips together. He glanced at Bohemia, silently twisting the doork.n.o.b and making a gesture of ‘please.’

“What?” The Descartes Spirit, who had been puzzled earlier, suddenly exclaimed, “That’s right, she saw it!”

Indeed, there was no evidence on Dr. Ming herself that could be used to determine her as a serial killer. After all, who could judge a killer based on appearance alone? Even the bloodstains, whether splattered or stained, could be explained in various ways. As long as there were other possibilities, they couldn’t be taken as evidence.

The only flaw revealed by Dr. Ming was after she left the office.

When Bohemia asked her on the phone if she had poured water for the detectives, this was how she responded: “No, your secretary did it. He had poured the water for them before the detectives arrived.”

At first, this statement seemed unquestionable because Bohemia had only opened the door to peek at the corridor once and nearly forgotten what was outside.

The reason Dr. Ming was so certain that the secretary had poured the water was most likely because she saw it happen. However, taking another look at the corridor revealed that Dr. Ming being able to see the secretary pouring water was actually quite unnatural.

The corridor was bare, and there wasn’t a complete tea area or waiting area that could be glanced at in a single glance. On the way to the warden’s office, there were only closed doors—of course, among these doors, one of them could potentially be a tea room. Nevertheless, she would have to deliberately lean in and look into one of the doors to see the secretary pouring water.

‘As she pa.s.sed by, the secretary fully opened the door, and she subconsciously glanced inside, seeing him holding a cup and pouring water. That’s how she knew.’ This explanation was also unlikely because, at that time, Bohemia had only opened the door to the corridor once and nearly forgotten what was outside.

Dr. Ming’s certainty that the secretary had poured the water was most likely due to what she saw. However, to be able to see the secretary pouring water in the corridor was quite unnatural.

The act of pouring water itself was nothing remarkable, not worth stopping and peering in silently. Dr. Ming wasn’t walking fast, and it was evident that she had noticed something unusual when pa.s.sing the secretary’s door, causing her to stop and carefully observe his actions. Furthermore, this observation helped her ascertain that the water was meant for someone else.

“What could be so special?” It wasn’t difficult to guess—the sudden spasm experienced by Detective Gell indicated that there was likely something wrong with his cup of water, and it was somehow related to the secretary who poured it.

“She should have seen it all.”

As the secretary led Bohemia into the office, she stood at the door and refused to enter further, keeping a distance that would allow her to run out the moment she turned around—she couldn’t forget that she was currently at the power level of an ordinary woman. She surveyed the secretary’s room and immediately spotted a black machine resembling a coffee maker; next to it was a row of paper cups.

The Sandwich Secretary sighed heavily, burying his face in his hands and rubbing it vigorously.

“She… saw it all?” he asked somewhat dazedly. “Then… the water I poured into Detective Gell’s cup…”

He really drugged it!

‘Pouring the drug into the water’—that’s what caught Dr. Ming’s attention; everything unfolded as planned.

Dr. Ming saw the secretary adding drugs to one of the two cups of water, and after a while, she noticed that both detectives were holding water cups when they entered. If there was still any doubt about whether this water was the same as that water, it was soon dispelled when she received a call from the warden, informing her of Detective Gell’s convulsions… With a little deduction, it led to her statement: “It was your secretary who poured the water before they entered.”

“I told you, even a serial killer can’t be prepared to kill all the time. There must be something that triggered her desire to kill.” The Descartes Spirit finally felt satisfied. “She saw the secretary drugging the water and knew that whoever drank it would be sent to the infirmary when the poison took effect… At that time, could that person still come out alive? She would have the opportunity to satisfy her desire to kill and have a secretary who poisoned the water to take the blame. If I were a serial killer, I wouldn’t let this opportunity slip by.”

The female doctor clearly noticed that the water cups were tampered with but didn’t say anything. It was this mindset of waiting for someone to fall into a vulnerable state and be handed over to her that became the flaw that exposed her as a serial killer.

“That’s a disaster.”

The secretary closed his eyes, sitting in the chair as if he had just been beaten. “I deliberately diluted the drug to a significant extent. Detective Gell would only feel uncomfortable for a while and have no lasting effects… I thought that such a small dose of the drug would be metabolized quickly and wouldn’t matter. But I didn’t expect her to see it… She reported it to you, didn’t she?”

Bohemia looked at him, furrowing her brows slightly.

The Descartes Spirit also noticed something amiss. “This person… why did he naturally confess everything? It started from earlier, without even denying it. It’s like a broken dumpling, poke him once, and everything spills out.”

“Why did you drug Detective Gell?”

Those words p.r.i.c.ked the secretary like a needle. He straightened his waist in a swift motion, glancing at her.

“Player Bohemia, one mistake. After this segment, onion stripping will be executed.”

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