The "Starmeng" restaurant has just opened, and the guest remuneration event has not ended yet. The publicity is strong. It is dinner time. The restaurant is crowded, and there are many customers who have made reservations in advance and are waiting in line.

When the waiter heard the words of the waiter, the customers looked anxious and looked in the direction of the kitchen.

"What's going on?"

"We have been waiting for so long and suddenly we can't tell us that we can't do business like this."

"That's right, I originally planned to take this opportunity to confess to the goddess, but now it's fine. All the plans have been disrupted. Why am I so unlucky?"

Complaints come one after another, and the elegant and luxurious Western restaurant instantly turned into a noisy vegetable market on the street.

Just as everyone was talking, Lu Jingming and Wei Qingsong had their eyes intersected, and they stood up tacitly at the same time, walking towards the waiter under the crystal lamp.

After the waiter said that, he stood there blankly, looking a little at a loss.

He did not notice Wei Qingsong's approaching, so when Wei Qingsong patted him on the shoulder from behind, he was so scared that he almost jumped up.

Seeing that it was the guest at the table just now, he patted his heart and breathed a sigh of relief: "I was shocked... This customer, if you need a refund, please go to the cashier."

Wei Qingsong shook his head, straightened the subject and asked, "What happened to your kitchen?"

The waiter was stunned for a moment and stammered, "That's right, the chef suddenly fell ill."

Lu Jingming took out the police officer's certificate from his arms: "We are policemen. If something really happens, you can tell us the truth."

"Police?" the waiter was stunned for a moment and said anxiously, "Let's do this, you two wait here first, I'll ask the manager for instructions."

"Yes." Wei Qingsong's eyes were shallow, and a faint smile appeared on his lips, which calmed the waiter a lot.

He took agile steps and rushed to the manager's room. In a short while, he walked towards him with a young man in a black suit.

The young man should be the manager he mentioned. He went up to the two of them and nodded slightly, lowered his voice and said, "In order to avoid causing panic among customers, please don't say anything and follow me to the backstage to discuss it."

Wei Qingsong heard a little implicit, and his eyebrows were slightly restrained: "Is it a life of human life?"

The manager was walking in front of the road. When he heard this, he paused slightly and nodded with his teeth: "Yes."

"Didn't you call the police?" Wei Qingsong suddenly raised his eyes, with a hint of sharpness in his eyes.

When Lu Jingming heard this, he turned his head and looked at him indifferently.

The manager looked around and said hurriedly: "There are so many customers in the restaurant now, and our chef died suddenly. It must be because of some acute illness. There is no need to call the police. We have called 120."

"Sudden death?" Wei Qingsong thought, "Did the deceased have a related medical history before his death?"

"Uh, this..." The manager stuttered, unable to answer, and raised his hand to wipe his sweat.

Wei Qingsong's eyes were deep, and he glanced at him indifferently: "You can't even figure out the situation yourself, so it's better not to draw a conclusion first."

The manager said ashamed: "Yes, yes, but our new store has just opened. If there is a big fight, it will inevitably affect our business."

When Lu Jingming heard this, his eyes looked like a sword, and his eyes were biting cold: "Is business important, or is life important?"

The manager was scolded and blushed, his head lowered, and did not dare to make a sound.

When he arrived at the kitchen door, the manager lifted the curtain and walked in.

The kitchen had already turned off the fire, and three men wearing aprons and chef's hats stood in a row on the side, all of whom were as beautiful as a dish.

A middle-aged man dressed upside down on the ground, with purple lips, ferocious face, slightly open lips, and prominent eyes.

Lu Jingming stepped forward to the body and leaned over to observe his death.

Wei Qingsong looked at the three men standing next to him and asked, "Are there any signs before the deceased's sudden death?"

The three men did not answer immediately.

The man on the right looked the youngest, wearing silver cross earrings on his left ear and dark blue hair dyed, which looked very fashionable.

Hearing this, he looked at the silent manager at the door and said tentatively: "Manager Zhang?"

Manager Zhang curled his lips and said, "These two are policemen. What do they ask? You just tell me the truth."

The older man in the middle had a mole on his forehead and frowned: "Manager Zhang, didn't you just say you didn't need to call the police?"

"Well, we just happened to have a meal here." Wei Qingsong answered concisely for the manager.

"Oh..." The young man looked at her suspiciously, "Master Cheng died suddenly due to illness, so there is no need to alarm the police."

"If he really died suddenly due to illness, of course he didn't need to." As he spoke, Lu Jingming had slowly stood up, his sharp gaze flashed across the faces of several people, and finally frozen on the corpse.

He said coldly: "But the deceased died of cyanide poisoning. I'm afraid you won't be able to call the police."

"Assinated... poisoned?" The man standing on the far left was the thinnest. He exclaimed with a very frightened expression.

"Yes." Lu Jingming's expression was cold and cold. "The deceased's lips were purple, his earlobes were cherry-red, and his mouth was bitter almond-like. This was a manifestation of cyanide poisoning."

Wei Qingsong frowned and took out his cell phone: "I'll call Chen Jin and the others here now."

She dialed the phone, lifted the curtain and walked out.

Lu Jingming's sharp eyes locked in Manager Zhang: "The surveillance in the kitchen will be adjusted immediately."

"Ah, OK." Manager Zhang's face turned pale and completely lost his ability to think. He was like a puppet, just following the orders.

He was about to go out when he heard Lu Jingming's instructions: "Before the police arrive here, don't let others approach the scene, concentrate all the food and drinks, and wait for inspection."

He looked down at his phone and said: "It's 18:27 now. From now on, all employees and customers in the restaurant are not allowed to leave and stay here for investigation."

"Okay." Manager Zhang was sweating coldly when he heard this, and answered in a daze, turning around and leaving with stiff limbs.

Wei Qingsong passed by him and walked into the kitchen: "I have notified Chen Jin and they will arrive soon."

Lu Jingming nodded and looked at the three chefs: "Before the deceased fell to the ground, are you three in the kitchen?"

The young man wearing earrings shook his head quickly: "The store is doing very well today, and there are people coming in and out of the kitchen. When Master Cheng fell to the ground, many people saw it, but the manager asked them to go out first and asked a few of us to stay here and wait for someone to come."

Lu Jingming pondered for a moment and asked again: "What foods did the deceased come into contact with before his death? Do you have any impression?"

The thin man thought for a while and said confidently: "Master Cheng seemed to have taken a sip of water at that time, then returned to the workbench to grill lamb chops. After a few minutes, he suddenly fell down with his chest covering his chest."

Wei Qingsong looked around and pointed to a thermos cup on the workbench and asked, "Is that the water cup for the deceased to drink water?"

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