Feeling all players' eyes converging on him, Chen Yi silently put down the knife and fork in his hand and sipped some red wine from the glass beside him. Only then did he wipe the grease from his lips and looked up at everyone.
"Why are you all looking at me?"
"When I entered the scene, I found the victim's body. Just as I was about to take action, a knocking sound from player number 3 came from outside the study."
"There's something I need to remind you."
"Player number 3 threw away three pastries, yet the plate could hold four. One of the pastries had already made its way into the stomach of the deceased."
"Don't you think the actions of player number 3 seem like destroying evidence?"
"Would a normal person, upon discovering their father's death, firstly remove the pastries and then go to destroy them?"