“Cheesecake and Red velvet must be good,” She said smiling.
“Oh, we actually have a combination of the two?”
"Ah, no need, Feline, thank you." She took a sip of the charmomile tea as Mr. recommended. Cake to me.
"Okay." I immediately sent the order to Mr. Cakes.
The woman with a gray singlet blouse and a black short skirt arrived at the promised time. The scent of her shampoo emanated from her short black hair that was slightly shiny. She had prepared everything. This problem will add to my work, because I have to take care of Mr. Cakes. Gosh, there really is no cure for his flirtatious behavior.
A few moments later…
Mr. Cake brought the order to the table. The woman put on a surprised face. Well, that's not weird. Because this slick pretentious man carries two kinds of whole.
"Eh? I don't remember the full order?"
"It's even weird if that's true, isn't it?" Mr. Cake chattering, then, told me to sit down.
Actually today was not planned Mr. Cake. Miss Zoe, a woman who is as tireless as Mr. Cake to me this morning, since yesterday her face was worried. In the end we offered to visit at our place, ten o'clock.
The cake had been cut, we looked at the technical person who was also a potential customer carefully.
Then the pieces were distributed one by one filling his plate then mine.
She nodded in satisfaction with a smile. Actually I had guessed before. Not that I'm praising Mr. Cake, but his ability to build this business, Moncake, cannot be underestimated.
"I hope I can answer what you're worried about, mademoiselle."
She put the spoon down. She looked at us in confusion for a moment.
"Why Belladonna? I think it's Alex."
Mr. Cake poured tea into his cup.
"That's because you think and believe that Monsieur Alex did it."
"I still don't understand." She folded his arms and looked down.
“Sorry, Miss Zoe, but I wonder why you think otherwise?” I asked her.
She said that actually she and Miss Belladonna had been working together to find a way out of the Ulric case.
“That means you have been tricked. But don't look so bad, because Mademoiselle Belladonna really doesn't want to get rid of you. She just does what she wants right. Even if legally, it can't be justified."
Me and Miss Zoe confused what Mr. Cakes.
"Fräulein Lily, aka Belladonna, don't you think that woman is no ordinary woman?"
She nodded doubtfully.
But I honestly think so. Mr. Cake even once called Belladonna is a rare woman not found today. Was he sent by a time machine?”
“Non, that's not, stupid! No time machine! Especially the people sent through it. Think logically, Feline!” He looked at me disappointed as if he knew what I had just thought.
Mr. Cake sipped his favorite charmomile tea.
"Fräulein Lily is a German Conglomerate, Von Mohr."
"Eh?" We say that together.
Mr. Cake held out a book with a hard cover. The book was in a pile of fairy tale titles we found in an empty room yesterday. The book only had the words 'Von Mohr' written on it.
“Celine Von Mohr, Lily Von Mohr, Finn Von Mohr and Mero Belle Von Mohr. The family did not have a good life in his time, i mean Mr. Finn. His wife, Mero Belle Von Mohr, suffered from Leukemia which did not survive. Finn Von Mohr? Well, nothing more than a pawn of Jacob Ulric with the lure of facilitating his ailing wife. Although he himself is a doctor and researcher, who is also treating Mrs Pauline Ulric, he doesn't have much money for his wife's Leukemia,”
"Ah, it's really a pity," said Miss Zoe while enjoying the red velvet cake.
"That means there are only two left."
“Ah about that….” She pulled out a paper from her pocket. “Mademoiselle Celine also has the same Leukemia. I'm afraid Fräulein Lily won't be able to afford that fee."
It was a note similar to what Mr. Cake from Miss Belladonna's drawer. Written Acute Myeloid Leukemia, with details of the cost of ten thousand pounds.
Seeing this made my eyes sparkle, my mouth formed a hollow.
"I didn't expect Belladonna to have that kind of background. But why is she like a noble's servant? If it's a conglomerate, isn't there no need to do that?"
“The situation forced her. She may have practiced many times. Knowing her father, Mr. Finn, who already had a good relationship with Mr. Ulric since childhood, suddenly involved in a problem that actually adds to the financial burden. So she forced her father to introduce her to Ulric, in exchange. Although… imagining the treatment of Jacob Ulric as Monsieur Peregrine Ulric said yesterday, is a little sickening.”
Mr. Cake suspects that could be the reason why there's a steroid bottle. Mr. Finn was forced to wear it when his youngest daughter, Celine Von Mohr, and his wife were in critical condition. In the end the steroids were used for the assassination plot.
"What if the arsenic you said was different?" I asked.
“If that…”
Mr. Cake took the phone out of his pocket.
“Arsenic Trioxide, to treat cancer. And more surprisingly it also treats leukemia. So, it can be used both ways.”
"Wait, but how come when this happens there is always Ulric?" Miss Zoe looked at Mr. Serious cake.
"Well, like I said yesterday. The screenplay is done by someone who has high hatred, but on the other hand the perpetrator is also very caring. Like fire and water. After accusing him, then the perpetrator must bother to erase the accusation again. Technically….” Mr. Cake seemed to demonstrate an anesthetic movement on his neck. “Fräulein Lily administered an anesthetic containing LSD. I don't understand where she got it from. It was written on the little bottle when we were sorting out the empty bottles.”
"Eh? Is that true?" Miss Zoe was surprised.
“That's why yesterday you asked Mr. Chad to ask him to do a drug test? i asked.
“Oui, the result is positive. Lysergyde aka lysergic acid diethylamide or LSD for short. It is commonly used to make the victim hallucinate. Dream like reality. That explained why that person assumed that he dreamed of killing someone. Between conscious and not. Although Fräulein Lily might add certain techniques.”
Hearing that, I realized something. I think that's the reason it's there.
"Book of psychology?" I asked spontaneously.
"Oui. I don't know for sure. Something of a suggestion, Feline.”
After that there was no more meaningful conversation. Yesterday's incident made Miss Zoe lose her job. Rather she resigned herself to rest her brain. We asked her about Alex. She said she was no longer in touch with the man. Mr. Cake said that Alex was sentenced to between one and two years in prison. It hasn't been decided yet, but surely he will hear from Mr. Chad. Likewise the continuation of Mr. Ulric.
Miss Zoe, looking down slightly regretfully, her eyes gleamed with sadness. Every time it wanted to fall, always the tissue was ready to wipe.
"For more than twenty years… this didn't work out," she added with a somewhat forced smile. “I am planning to move to another place.”
"Eh?" Me and Mr. Cake was shocked.
She said she was planning to move to rural Scotland, Strathdon.
“It's a good idea to look around Perth or Allerdale. It's not far from here." Mr. Cake giving his advice.
"Thanks for the advice."
After finishing her tea, she said goodbye and left.
Then, time elapsed….
***
Until the wind blows with a cloudy sky, making me shiver a little.
Just like yesterday, I feel Mr. Cake is not human. After Miss Zoe came home, we had quite a few customers. That's right when the close sign is replaced with open. Despite the late opening time for several reasons, the enthusiasm of our customers is higher. Today my body feels obliged to warm water.
Instead of newspapers, today Mr. Cake glared at his cell phone coolly. Once again, I leaned against one of the customer tables. I'm a little curious about the news from Mr. Chad.
"How’s Mr. Alex?" I asked in a lazy tone.
His face was still focused on his cell phone, “Two years in prison. Several other evidences were found such as embezzlement of funds. Well, it finally increased to ten.”
I nodded slightly, it turns out that person is worse than I thought. Well, it's a bit of a relief when he gets an additional 8 years sentence. But I remember a few other things I haven't had time to ask. But I remember a few other things I haven't had time to ask.
"Oh yes, Mr. Cakes?"
"Huh?"
"You said you knew the perpetrators of yesterday's case from the start? What is the proof?"
He nodded, this time the phone was closed and put back in his pocket.
“Huh… three things. The train ticket, the clothes, and the City of Falmouth,"
"Again you say without explanation,"
"Whatever, I'm going to take a shower." He got up from his seat.
I swiftly grabbed his waist with force. Not after he explained everything.
"Come on! Do not be stingy!" I sulk and plead in a limp and disorganized tone.
He tried hard to push my forehead, but that wouldn't happen. Since I can't sleep all night, don't expect me to loose my grip.
He's still trying…
“S-stop the strange creature!”
Of course not possible.
Within minutes, he gave up.
"Fine! She once said herself that she was a practical girl. But why order tickets from Cambridge station? Wouldn't it be easier to go straight to Paddington? After all, the tickets were bought digitally. There are also no traces of checking such as physical tickets. Second, the specialty of the city of Falmouth is not mackerel, but crab. It was strange because she claimed to have lived there for 18 years. And finally… Erh!”
Suddenly his hand pulled tightly.
"Eh? Kyaaah!” I fell.
He swept through his clothes and tugged at the small creases caused by my grip.
"Did you see yesterday's newspaper? London was raining heavily, but strangely the clothes were completely dry. At least when she came back because Mr. Ulric, if it's raining heavily there should be wet marks."
Ah, so that's why he almost went too far with Belladonna yesterday? I thought.
His cell phone rang. He took it quickly. His face was not too surprised as he nodded slightly.
"Eh? What is it?" I asked surprised.
He turned around and grabbed my shoulder with a bit of excitement.
“This world is indeed so strange and beautiful!” His words sounded like he was satisfied.
He then went up the stairs and mumbled a little happily. He didn't realize that his phone had fallen. This could be a good ending to close my journal entries.
“You're right, Cake! After all that happened. This is really beyond expectation. Even the chief justice was shocked!”
“Yeah, the new version of Hamlet & Ophelia. By the way, the monsieur's house is finally for sale?”
“Because of Ann Christine? Yeah that's crazy! The debt was half the posted price, five hundred thousand pounds. The house has the potential to double. Well, debt is debt."
"Irony. But please leave my congratulations to the newlyweds, monsieur Chad."
“Understood… but your parable is indeed interesting. What did you say?"
“Belladonna means beautiful woman, but that is also the name of the most poisonous plant. Symbolically her name means death. While Zoe, in Greek is life."
"Ha ha ha! sadly it's changed! The irony is that someone prefers to drink poison!” Mr. Message. The last Chad.
"Yeah, but if life doesn't make him happy, there's nothing wrong with drinking poison."
After reading the contents of the cell phone, I remembered something.
“Eh? Come to think of it, Miss Belladonna said no. Then who disarms Jacob Ulric's car?"
THE END
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