Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 895 - 124

Having restored her stomach from petrification, Perfikot moved her body slightly, feeling the stiffness within her dissipate gradually.

Her complexion was still somewhat pale, but her gaze regained its usual sharpness.

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

Then she lifted her head, her eyes sweeping across everyone in the room, finally landing on an agent beside her. Her tone was calm yet carried an undeniable authority: "Have all hotel personnel been rounded up?"

"Yes, Regent." The agent immediately bowed in response, his voice deep and respectful, "Including the chef, attendants, cooks, and everyone who came into contact with your lunch and the related ingredients. They are all detained and currently undergoing interrogation."

The agent spoke quickly, obviously unwilling to waste any time.

His eyes showed a hint of tension. After all, the occurrence of this incident completely caught them off guard, and Perfikot's safety was their utmost priority.

The people around Perfikot were agents from the Northern Territory intelligence agency. She had specifically brought them to the Floating City for the purpose of utilizing intelligence if needed during her journey.

These agents usually focused on gathering intelligence from enemy countries, infiltrating hostile forces, and even carrying out assassination missions.

However, no one expected their mission this time to turn from intelligence warfare to internal investigation, even stepping into the realm of Gestapo work.

Though the agents were somewhat unaccustomed, they hesitated not a moment in executing Perfikot's orders.

"Has the poison been tested? What was it added to?" Perfikot slightly furrowed her brow, with a hint of regret in her voice.

She was quite fond of the midday meal, yet didn't anticipate someone poisoning it.

This made her feel both angry and helpless, as she rarely had the chance to enjoy such delicious food while traveling.

However, now she was more concerned about who poisoned it and how.

The agent nodded, quickly retrieving a preliminary test report from his pocket and handing it to Perfikot: "Regent, we have conducted preliminary testing on all ingredients and dishes of your lunch.

The toxin was confirmed to be an unknown, highly toxic substance, colorless and tasteless, extremely hard to detect.

It was added to the beef bone broth, and almost all dishes using the broth show toxic reactions."

Perfikot took the report, her gaze quickly scanning its contents, her brows tightening more and more.

Her mind swiftly replayed every detail of the lunch: the tray served by the attendant, the sauce personally prepared by the chef, even those seemingly harmless side dishes.

Every step could be a breakthrough point for poisoning.

She raised her head, her gaze cold: "Who prepared the broth? Were there any clues found about the poisoning?"

The agent quickly answered: "The broth was prepared by the cooks. We have interrogated them; they insist on having no knowledge of the poisoning and claim to have tasted the broth during preparation without being poisoned.

We speculate that the poison might have been added after they tasted the broth."

"Bring them to me; I want to question them personally." Perfikot's gaze turned icy, deciding to interrogate in person.

Thus, everyone who had contact with her lunch today, including the chef, was brought before her.

Perfikot's gaze fell on the cooks, her tone calm yet scrutinizing: "You say you tasted the broth, yet did not get poisoned? Who tasted it?" 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

One of the cooks hesitated, then promptly explained: "I... I just tasted a tiny bit to check the flavor... Perhaps the amount I drank was too little, so I didn't notice anything unusual."

She spoke with a hint of uncertainty, clearly uneasy about her own explanation.

The agents quickly conducted a physical examination of the cook, discovering there was indeed no residual toxin in her body.

This discovery complicated the investigation further.

If the cook wasn't poisoned, then the poisoner likely added the toxin after she tasted the broth.

This implies the timing of the poisoning was extremely precise, and the poisoner had an intimate understanding of the kitchen's operations.

Perfikot's gaze swept over everyone in the kitchen, from the cooks to the aides, to the attendants and cleaners.

Her eyes were cold and sharp, seemingly able to see through each person's heart.

She knew the poisoner was among these people, and their goal was not merely her, but Victory's rule over France.

"Investigate," Perfikot's voice was deep and resolute, "Investigate everyone's movements, check those they've recently contacted, determine if there's any unusual behavior. I don't believe this is a coincidence; someone is definitely manipulating things from behind the scenes."

Perfikot's gaze swept over everyone brought before her, from the cooks to the aides, to the attendants and cleaners.

Her eyes were as sharp as blades, seemingly able to penetrate their hearts, uncover their hidden secrets.

She slowly walked over to the cook who claimed to have tasted the broth, her tone calm yet with a sense of pressure: "You say you tasted the broth but did not get poisoned. Then, did you notice anything unusual about the flavor or color of the broth?"

The cook trembled, shaking her head with a weak voice: "No... no, Regent! The broth tasted the same as usual, there was no change in color, I really don't know why this happened..."

Perfikot did not respond immediately but turned to look at the chef.

The chef's face was pale, sweat beading on his forehead.

He hung his head low, not daring to meet Perfikot's gaze.

Perfikot coldly asked: "During the broth preparation, did anyone approach the pot? Especially during the time you left the kitchen."

The chef hesitated for a moment, then answered lowly: "I... I indeed left the kitchen for a while to check the preparation of other dishes. During that time, only my assistant and two attendants were present, but I truly do not know if they approached the pot..."

Perfikot's gaze shifted to the assistant and attendants.

The assistant's eyes flickered erratically, fingers unconsciously entwined, whereas the two attendants seemed relatively calm, but their breathing was noticeably quicker, clearly not at ease internally.

Perfikot approached the assistant, her tone icy: "You, did you approach the pot?"

The assistant abruptly raised his head, his voice somewhat trembling: "I... I just checked the fire as per the chef's instructions, but I definitely did not add anything to the broth! Regent, please believe me!"

Perfikot did not respond immediately but turned to the two attendants.

Her gaze was as sharp as a blade, seemingly ready to dissect their hearts: "What about you? Did you approach the pot?"

One attendant gritted his teeth, answering softly: "Regent, we were just serving the dishes according to protocol, we did not approach the pot! We also do not know why this happened..."