Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

He felt it might be the wine that caused both of us to have stomach pains.

Latter, he even fed our cat Kate with the wine, and poor Kate started having stomach pains and dirtied my sofa.

"I shouldn't have listened to him then."

"Since there was something wrong with the wine, did you seek compensation from Hillsource Supermarket?"

"I intended to claim compensation from the supermarket, but Markway advised me not to go. After persuading me for a long time, I agreed."

"On what grounds did he persuade you?"

"He said Darcy often shopped at that supermarket and was good friends with the owner. If we claimed against the owner, it might affect his relationship with Darcy.

Considering he and Darcy were going through a rough patch, I agreed.

I really wanted to help him."

"Does Darcy often go to Hillsource Supermarket?"

"Yes."

"Has Markway been there?"

"He has. However, I don't consider Markway a suspect in the poisoning case.

I know him, he's a very kind person.

That's also why I was willing to be with him."

Little Black asked, "Do you love him?"

"Yes, I love him."

Little Black spread his hands, "That's right, love is blind."

...

After interrogating Moses, Luke and his colleague returned to the office.

Raymond and Jenny were assigned to search Moses's house.

The deputy squad and Jackson searched Markway's house.

Both teams discovered new clues and evidence.

After Luke compiled the evidence from both sides, he prepared to interrogate Markway Sakozi.

The moment they met, Markway couldn't wait to ask, "How is Moses doing?"

"He's fine. We've reached an agreement, and he's willing to testify against you in court."

"Testify against me for what? I don't know what you're talking about."

Luke slapped a thick folder, "Markway, we did a lot of preparation and gathered sufficient evidence before summoning you.

Darcy has risen to success, and he felt you were no longer of any use, so he decided to break off the partnership on his own.

You were angry, very furious.

So, you poisoned him.

Of course, there are many subplots involved, such as the Caffira brand wine and your attempt to distract the police by placing poisoned mineral water at the subway station.

We've thoroughly investigated everything."

Markway shook his head, "I didn't do any of what you're alleging."

"It seems you're still in denial." Luke pulled out a document from the folder, "Do you own a Dell laptop?"

"Yes, is it illegal to use a Dell computer?"

"No, but it's illegal to buy cyanide from a black market website using that computer. Even though you deleted the records, the police have restored the browsing history and transaction chats through technical means.

Denying it would be futile."

"Even if my computer has records of black market purchases, it doesn't necessarily mean I was the one operating it. Perhaps someone else used it."

"Your computer is password-protected, and only your fingerprints are on that computer. Tell me, who else could have used that Dell laptop?"

"That still doesn't prove I'm the murderer."

"We found a black BMW in your garage, probably your spare car.

My colleague checked the car's dashcam, and on August 24, you drove near the subway station where the poisoning took place.

We also saw young Tom helping you carry the mineral water to the subway station on the dashcam footage," Luke pointed at the document, his tone stern,

"Markway, you had the motive, purchased cyanide, had contact with someone assisting in poisoning, and visited two poisoning sites. These pieces of evidence are sufficient for the jury to convict you."

Markway fell silent for a moment and shook his head, "I am innocent, I did not do it."

"Then explain why you bought cyanide? Why did you go to the subway station? Why did you meet Tom?"

"I did not poison anyone!" Markway said firmly, but he showed no intention of explaining further.

"You refuse to confess?"

"I am innocent."

"OK, then tell me why Darcy decided to cancel the contract with you? I already know, and I know it was your motive for the crime. No need to hide it."

Markway scoffed coldly, unwilling to answer.

"Come on, I'm just curious. You can make a hypothetical statement; the court won't accept it."

Markway pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "Hypothetical statement."

"Yes."

Markway took a deep breath, "He's a scoundrel, ungrateful.

He was just a construction worker back then, with no prospects.

It was me who discovered his talent and made him into a stand-up comedian," Markway said with an angry expression, seemingly eager to vent his dissatisfaction,

"I helped him step by step to where he is now, to become a famous comedian and even get invites from TV stations.

At that time, he proposed to terminate our contract, the son of a bitch.

You know what's more infuriating?

I treasured our cooperation and friendship.

I even offered to lower my agent's fee, but he still disagreed and wanted to cancel the contract.

I asked him why?

The bastard actually said it was because I am homosexual, and it might affect his reputation in the future!"

"Bang bang bang!" Markway pounded the table furiously, exclaiming,

"He's just a comedic stand-up comedian, damn his reputation.

And I am very clear, work is work, feelings are feelings.

I've never crossed the line; he's not my type.

Moreover, he knew I was homosexual from the time we met; why didn't he worry about it affecting his reputation then?

Now that he's famous, he uses such a ridiculous excuse to dump me.

He's an absolute scoundrel.

He's insulting me!"

Seeing the indignant expression on his face, Luke pressed on, "So, you poisoned him to death."

"No, I was just making a hypothetical statement.

There are many people with grievances in this world, but that does not mean if you hate someone, you have to kill them.

I did not poison anyone.

Don't try to frame me."

"Markway, you should be well aware that even if you refuse to confess, the evidence found by the police will still lead the jury to convict you.

And this process may cause you even more pain."

Markway smiled, "Deputy Chief Luke, if I confess, can I get a favorable plea deal?

Let's hear it."

This time, it was Luke's turn to fall silent.

"I knew it.

You can't offer anything; you have nothing to give.

Even if I confess, the sentence is still death." Markway's smile carried a trace of desolation,

"I'll see you in court."