Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 844

After freeing his stomach from the petrification, Perfect moved his body, feeling the stiffness in his body gradually dissipate.

Her face was still a little pale, but her eyes had regained their former sharpness.

She rubbed her abdomen gently, as if to confirm that her body had fully returned to normal.

Then, she raised her head and scanned the people in the room, finally landing on an agent next to her. Her tone was calm but with unquestionable majesty: "Have all the people in the hotel been controlled?"

"Yes, Regent." The agent immediately bowed and responded in a low and respectful voice, "Including the chef, servants, cooks, and everyone who has come into contact with your lunch today and related ingredients have been detained and are currently being interrogated."

The agent spoke quickly, obviously not wanting to waste any time.

There was a hint of nervousness in his eyes. After all, this incident was completely beyond their expectations, and Perfect's safety was their most important responsibility.

The people around Perfectot were agents from the Northern Intelligence Agency. She had brought them along on the floating city specifically so that they would be useful when intelligence was needed during this journey.

These agents are mainly responsible for collecting intelligence from enemy countries, infiltrating hostile forces, and even carrying out some assassination missions.

However, no one expected that their mission this time would turn from an intelligence war into an internal investigation, and they even had to do the work of the Gestapo.

Although the agents were a little uncomfortable, they did not hesitate at all in response to Perfecto's orders and immediately took action.

"Have you tested for poison? What is the poison in?" Perfect frowned slightly, with a hint of regret in his tone.

She still enjoyed her lunch very much, but she didn't expect someone to poison it.

This made her feel angry and helpless, after all, she rarely had the opportunity to enjoy such delicious food while traveling.

However, what she is more concerned about now is who poisoned her and how.

The agent nodded, quickly took out a preliminary test report from his arms, and handed it to Perfect: “Regent, we have conducted preliminary tests on all the ingredients and dishes for your lunch.

The poison was confirmed to be an unknown highly toxic substance that was colorless, odorless and extremely difficult to detect.

It was put in beef bone broth, and almost every dish that used that broth had a toxic reaction.”

Perfect took the report, quickly scanned its contents, and frowned more and more.

Her mind quickly replayed every detail of the lunch: the plates brought by the waiter, the sauces prepared by the chef himself, and even the seemingly innocuous side dishes.

Every link may become a breakthrough point for poisoning.

She raised her head, her eyes grim: "Who made the soup? Have you found any clues of poisoning?"

The agent quickly replied: "The soup stock was made by the cooks. We have interrogated them and they insisted that they knew nothing about the poisoning. They also said that they tasted the soup stock during the cooking process but were not poisoned.

We speculate that the toxin may have been added after the cook tasted the soup.”

"Bring the man here, I want to interrogate him personally." Perfect's eyes turned cold and he decided to interrogate him personally.

So, including the chef, all the people who had come into contact with her lunch today were brought in front of her.

Perfect's eyes fell on the cooks, and his tone was calm but with a hint of scrutiny: "You said you tasted the broth, so why didn't you get poisoned? Who tasted it?"

A cook was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly explained: "I... I just took a small sip to confirm if the taste was right... Maybe I drank too little, so I didn't feel anything unusual." There was a hint of uncertainty in her voice, and it was obvious that she was also uneasy about this explanation.

The agents quickly conducted a physical examination on the cook and found that there was indeed no toxin residue in her body.

This discovery further complicated the investigation.

If the cook was not poisoned, then the poisoner most likely added the poison to the broth after she tasted it.

This means that the timing of the poisoning was very precise and the poisoner was well aware of the kitchen's operating procedures.

Perfect's eyes swept over everyone in the kitchen, from the cook to the assistant, to the servants and the cleaners.

Her eyes were cold and sharp, as if she could see through everyone's heart.

She knew that the poisoner was among these people, and their target was not just her, but Victoria's rule over France.

“Check,” Perfect’s voice was low and firm. “Check everyone’s whereabouts. Check who they have come into contact with recently. Check if they have any unusual behavior. I don’t believe this is an accidental incident. There must be someone behind this.”

Perfect's eyes swept over every person brought before her, from the cook to the assistant, to the page and the cleaner.

Her eyes were cold and sharp, as if they could penetrate their hearts and see through the secrets they hid.

She slowly walked up to the cook who claimed to have tasted the broth, and said in a calm but oppressive tone: "You said you tasted the broth, but you were not poisoned. So, did you notice anything unusual about the taste or color of the broth?"

The cook shook her head tremblingly, her voice weak: "No... no, Regent! The taste of the soup stock is the same as usual, and the color has not changed. I really don't know why it is like this..."

Perfect didn't respond immediately, but turned to look at the chef.

The chef's face was pale and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He lowered his head, not daring to look Perfecto in the eye.

Perfect asked coldly, "Did anyone get close to the soup pot while the stock was being cooked? Especially when you were away from the kitchen."

The chef hesitated for a moment, then answered in a low voice: "I... I did leave the kitchen for a while to check the preparation of other dishes. During that time, only my assistant and two servants were in the kitchen, but I really don't know if they approached the soup pot..."

Perfecto's eyes turned to his assistants and attendants.

The assistant's eyes flickered and his fingers twisted together unconsciously, while the two servants seemed relatively calm, but their breathing was noticeably faster, and it was obvious that they were not at peace inside.

Perfect walked up to the assistant and said in a cold tone: "Have you ever been near a soup pot?"

The assistant raised his head suddenly, his voice trembling: "I... I just followed the chef's instructions and checked the heat, but I definitely didn't add anything to the soup! Regent, please believe me!"

Perfect did not respond immediately, but turned to the two attendants.

Her gaze was as sharp as a knife, as if it wanted to cut open their hearts: "What about you? Have you ever been near a soup pot?"

One of the servants gritted his teeth and whispered, "Regent, we just served the dishes according to the procedures and never approached the soup pot! We don't know why this happened..."

(End of this chapter)