Chapter 393: The Missed Clue
“Alright, alright.” Jessica Caron nodded seriously, “I’ll definitely do my best to cooperate with you!”
“Relax, just treat it like a chat among friends. Being too nervous won’t help you rember the details of that day.” Purple Sumrs reminded her with a smile.
Purple looked young, and her smile seed pure and innocent, which helped Jessica relax a bit.
The three of them found empty seats and sat down.
Purple started by asking so irrelevant questions to get Jessica into the right state of mind before focusing on the food they ate that day.
“The food couldn’t have been the problem.” Jessica said, “The hot pot ingredients were all cooked together, and all five of us ate it. Our drinks were the sa too.”
Purple asked, “Before you played spirit board, what did you eat and drink?”
“…Just so snacks, like potato chips and chewing gum.” Jessica tried to rember, “And there was rice wine that Cyrus Davis brought back on purpose. The sorceress said we needed to sprinkle it in the southwest corner before playing spirit board…”
“How many people drank the alcohol?” Purple asked her.
Jessica rembered very clearly, “Only Cyrus drank it. He didn’t hold the bottle tightly when he put it down, and accidentally dropped it, so none of us got any.”
Purple thought for a mont and asked, “Was Cyrus the first one to have a problem?”
Jessica nodded, looking sowhat scared, “He started acting weird when we played spirit board, laughing strangely from ti to ti. We all thought he was pretending, trying to scare us. But then his hand kept shaking, and then… Then he fell to the ground, convulsing and rolling his eyes…”
As Jessica recalled the scene, her eyes filled with tears, “Cyrus’s dad said I killed him. If it weren’t for suggesting going to the haunted village… None of this would have happened…”
Marcel Jefferson comforted her, “They died from tetrahydrocannabinol poisoning, which has nothing to do with you. Don’t bla yourself too much. It’s normal for the families of the deceased to have extre emotions when they can’t move on from the pain.”
“I understand… thank you, Mr. Jefferson. Please, find the truth. Otherwise… otherwise, I really can’t bear it…” Jessica burst into tears as she thought of the saddest monts.
Going on a happy trip with friends, only to have others die while she survives – far from feeling any joy from surviving, Jessica had to face strong feelings of guilt and bla from those around her, as well as public pressure.
Seeing her emotional state, Purple stopped asking questions and began sipping on her coffee while deep in thought.
The sorceress’ drug was given in a very small dose, just enough to induce hallucinations for a short period of ti, and it required alcohol to activate its effects.
But only one person drank alcohol, and three people died. This ant the sorceress’ drug wasn’t the direct cause of death.
So… How did they die?
Jessica sensed tension in the silence and nervously asked them, “Was I not helpful to you?”
Purple smiled, “We did gain so information.”
Jessica felt a bit relieved.
Purple then asked, “Between finishing dinner and playing spirit board, were you guys always in the room?”
Jessica shook her head, “The guys went out for a little while.”
“They went out?” Purple imdiately followed up, “To do what? How long were they gone?”
“Not too long, maybe… three to five minutes.” Jessica hesitantly replied, “I think they went out to smoke. When they ca back, I could sll the smoke on them.”
Purple frowned instinctively, “They smoked? Why didn’t you tell the police?!”
Purple’s sharp gaze caught Jessica off guard, and she looked helplessly at Marcel Jefferson, “I… I forgot. Is this important? They often smoked at school
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