I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

This is how things like return rate come about.

But the fragrance emanating from Mu Shuli's fingertips was obviously not the case. Although the fragrance was also very constant, it was not pungent at all, but rather quite fresh and elegant.

It's really light, so light that it can almost be covered by the remaining chocolate scent.

A more abstract example might be the background color of the canvas of a painting.

“Is this the smell of liquid foundation?”

Just as Serabelle was wondering what this familiar smell was, the female lawyer's voice suddenly sounded beside her.

It turned out that it was Kisaki Eri who had come to his side at some point, and she also leaned over, lowered her head, lifted the hair that had blown off her forehead, and sniffed it near Makururi's index finger.

And because the fragrance was very faint and spread over a small area, Kisaki Eri had to get as close as possible like Serabell, with their faces almost touching.

If the angle is slightly off, it would look like they are kissing.

Looking at the intimacy between the two, Kogoro Mori's face showed a moment of displeasure.

However, his attention was quickly drawn to Kisaki Eri's words "foundation smell".

"Foundation? Isn't that cosmetics? So the murderer is actually..."

"Hey, wait a minute, Mr. Maori, you're not going to say that I'm the murderer again, are you?"

Seeing that the war was about to spread to him again after Yaguchi Masayo and Tajima Tenko, Sakai Natsuki took the initiative to speak with an awkward but polite smile on his face.

The only thing missing is the sweating soybean emoticon.

"Oh no, I just said it's possible..."

After experiencing the first two setbacks and even being slapped twice in the face, Kogoro Mori no longer dared to say anything too decisive. Faced with the makeup artist's questions, he could only quickly calm her down.

"Maybe? First it was Miss Yaguchi, then Miss Tenko, and now you want to frame me as the murderer. Mr. Mori, don't you think your reasoning is too exhaustive?"

Sakai Natsuki sneered.

"Besides, it is normal for Miss Juri to have liquid foundation on her fingertips. When the plane takes off, people will feel uncomfortable because of the imbalance of air pressure inside and outside the body. At this time, the ears need to be cleared. In this way, when you pinch your nose, the liquid foundation on both sides of the nose will be stained on your fingers. Isn't this normal? What makes you think that cyanide comes from the liquid foundation?"

"Well said. That's what I've been waiting for."

Serabell clapped twice.

"Then, to prove your innocence, Ms. Sakai, please lick Ms. Juri's cheek."

"...W-What?"

As soon as these words came out, Sakai Natsuki was stunned for a moment.

Even the others fell into a brief moment of contemplation.

Licking a corpse's face, is this too harsh?

"Ms. Yaguchi dared to eat all the chocolate to prove her innocence, and Miss Tenko also took vitamins to prove that she didn't poison herself. Then, Miss Sakai, shouldn't you also lick a mouthful of foundation to prove yourself?"

Serabelle added.

"Don't worry, after all, it's not like you're blowing the bottle. It's just a very small amount and even if the foundation is not edible, it won't cause any serious adverse reactions."

"I……"

Sakai Natsuki gritted her teeth, and it was obvious that she was quite unconvinced, but her feet seemed to have taken root and she refused to move forward even a single step.

As time passed, other people in the cabin gradually realized that something was wrong.

Licking the face of a corpse is certainly too harsh, but after all, the person has just died and is even still warm. It is not an old mummy or a rotten corpse. It still retains a very high degree of freshness. Not to mention licking it, even having sex with it is completely impossible... ahem, that's the truth.

Besides, as Serabelle said, there's nothing wrong with licking the foundation to prove your innocence.

But you are so reluctant, is it because you know that you cannot lick this liquid foundation and you will die if you lick it?

"Xia Shu, are you really..."

Yaguchi Masayo looked incredulous.

Serabelle tilted her head.

"Well, do you want to prove yourself? Or if you really don't want to, that's fine. Next, I will use the ten-yuan copper coin to walk all over Miss Juri's face. If I find that there is a cyanide reaction throughout the whole process... I don't need to say more about the rest, right?"

Then he turned to the other people in the cabin.

"By the way, could you please lend me some ten-dollar coins? I'm afraid the one I have isn't enough."

“…No, that’s not necessary.”

Seeing that everyone started to take out coins from their pockets, Natsuki Sakai, who had been shouting two minutes ago about why he was sure he was the murderer, softened his attitude without any warning.

Her hands fell limply on both sides of her body, she lowered her proud head, and a self-deprecating smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.

"Yes, I admit that I was the one who killed him."

Chapter 292 Uncle Maori's Grassland

When the truth of the matter is laid out before people with a mountain of hard evidence, and even the person involved admits his crime, the rest of the people have no choice but to believe it.

The one who reacted the most was actually Masayo Yaguchi, who was previously exposed by Sakai Natsuki as being often insulted by Makiri. The word "unbelievable" was written all over her face.

"So it really is you, Xia Shu..."

"Yes, it's me."

After confessing his crimes, Natsuki Sakai seemed to have put down a heavy burden, and even the curve of his lips became relaxed.

"But this is what she deserves. After all, she was the one who destroyed my dignity as a makeup artist!"

"The...dignity of a makeup artist?"

"Humph, that's an understatement. Not only did she destroy my dignity as a makeup artist, she also destroyed my life as a makeup artist!"

Yaguchi Masayo asked hesitantly, "Natsuki, do you mean Juri, she always asks you to do those groceries? In fact, if you really don't like it, you can tell her..."

"No, it's more than that!"

Sakai Natsuki's tone became increasingly vicious.

"To be honest, it has always been my lifelong dream to become a makeup artist in Hollywood. In order to enter Hollywood, I even went to a makeup school in the United States for further studies. After graduation, I worked as a makeup artist for Shuli while constantly writing job applications to Hollywood."

"Then finally one day, a Hollywood actress was impressed by my makeup skills and invited me."

"Can you imagine how excited I was? That was my lifelong dream! It might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me!"

"But...that woman secretly ruined this opportunity!"

"In fact, if she had told me nicely that she wanted me to continue being her makeup artist, I would have stayed. After all, it was she who gave me this job and the opportunity to gain experience when I was at my lowest point. But Juri doesn't think that way at all!"

"She just treats me as a tool to be used at will!!!"

The painful screams of the young female makeup artist echoed throughout the first-class cabin. The hatred and resentment condensed between the lines silenced everyone.

Except for one person.

"The dignity of a makeup artist? Stop kidding!"

Kogoro Mori scolded sternly and righteously.

"You use cosmetics as a weapon, so what qualifications do you have to talk about the dignity of a makeup artist?"

"I……"

Natsuki Sakai was stunned for a moment.

Serabelle raised her hand to cover her mouth and yawned softly.

"Well, I can kind of understand the reasoning behind this."

"Eh?"

Kisaki Eri heard this from the side and couldn't help but feel a little confused.

If it were anything else, it would be fine, but now Natsuki Sakai has committed the crime of murder. Why should we empathize with a murderer?

Serabelle continued, "A lifelong dream is something very sacred and inviolable, but it's different for everyone. For example, I just want all my friends and relatives to live in peace, but if someone wants to harm my relatives and friends, I will fight him to the death as well."

"..."

"..."

Indeed, it is true.

Kogoro Mouri was able to refute Sakai Natsuki's motive for murder with great righteousness because he used to be a criminal policeman and is now a detective, but he has never been a makeup artist, so he cannot understand how cruel it is to have a makeup artist's lifelong dream destroyed.

But he couldn't use the same words to refute Serabelle.

Because he, Kogoro Mori, is a father with a daughter named Ran.

If someone wants to attack Xiaolan, ask yourself, he will also fight to the death with the other person.

There is no right or wrong, just different positions. If we really have to say who is wrong, we can probably only blame Makishuri himself for his arrogant and flamboyant personality during his lifetime. He never considered the feelings of others and used others as tools at will, which eventually brought him disaster.

"In short, let's leave everything to the police after the plane lands."

Yaguchi Masayo, who was the manager and handled most of the troupe's affairs, sighed and tried to smooth things over.

Maori Kogoro nodded silently: "This is the only way..."

Unable to say any more critical words to Sakai Natsuki, he took off his suit jacket, turned around and covered Makuri's gradually pale and cold face with it.

"Go back to your seat."

Kisaki Eri gently squeezed the boy's hand.

Serabelle hummed and then moved away.

At this moment, the floor beneath everyone's feet suddenly shook violently.

"Hey!"

Kisaki Eri was wearing high heels. She was about to go back to her seat with Serabel, but she was caught off guard by the sudden impact and her foot slipped. She was about to fall backwards.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, an arm reached out and held her back.

"Are you all right, aunt?"

In Kisaki Eri's bottom-up perspective, Serabell held the back of the chair with one hand to stabilize her body, and put the other hand around her waist. The posture of the two gave a feeling of being in ballet.

"Uh, well…I'm fine."

"But the plane might be in trouble."

Serabelle raised her head and glanced towards the cockpit, then quickly turned to the stewardess who was standing there in a daze, at a loss.

"Go check on the captain, quick!"

"Captain!?"

The stewardess was at a loss.

Serabelle explained quickly, "Didn't Miss Juri enter the cockpit before? She should have shaken hands with the captain and the others. Then I saw you bring in some coffee and snacks. Miss Juri had poison on her hands. If the poison was transmitted to the captain's hands through the handshake and the captain used his poisoned hands to eat the snacks..."

Having said that, everyone understands the seriousness of the matter.

"I, I understand!"

The flight attendant covered her mouth with her hands and screamed, then ran quickly towards the cockpit, went to the door and pressed the call button on the control panel.

"Captain? Captain, are you all right?!"

No response.

"Just enter the code to open the door! If they've really been poisoned, no one will answer you even if you shout for half an hour!"

Serabelle also came to the cockpit door at this time, and her tone was unusually irritable.

This is a moment of racing against time. The previous vibration has already shown that there is a problem with the operation in the cockpit. Although the plane is still flying level now, if the plane really loses control and plunges headfirst, the hundreds of people on the plane will have no choice but to wait for death.

Even if it is several thousand meters high, it won't take too long to fall to the ground.

"I-I know!"

In the face of an emergency, the flight attendant no longer hesitated and entered the door opening password on the control panel as quickly as possible.