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.
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