"Don't wrong the innocent."
The young man in the duck-tongue hat hastily stood up, his face somewhat grave, showing a fearful expression: "I'm a good person, you just said that venom from that kind of snake would sell for a hundred thousand U.S. dollars per gram, how would I have the money to buy this venom?"
"Besides, I don't even know those two people from before, why would I poison them?"
William Cole looked at him playfully: "Then why didn't you sit back in your own seat?"
"Yeah, if you're not guilty, why sit in someone else's seat?"
The other diners all nodded in agreement, someone asked.
"There are so many of you here, and I'm just one person sitting there. If you accuse me of being the murderer, wouldn't I be unable to defend myself?" the young man in the duck-tongue hat argued.
The diners present listened, feeling it made some sense.