"He's throwing up again?" The doctor looked at the Honda that was sent again, obviously a little helpless. "What's the matter, he's drinking again?"

"Absolutely not this time," the male reporter B, who accompanied him, immediately denied. "He didn't touch any wine this afternoon, and he just ate a little fish."

"Eat fish?" The doctor frowned. "What fish?"

"Sea bass and cod," replied Male Reporter B after thinking about it. "If I remember correctly, he ate grilled sea bass and grilled cod."

"......," the doctor nodded thoughtfully after a moment of silence. Got it......"

"So what are we going to do?" Reporter B asked. "He's dangerous, isn't he?"

"Hmm—" the doctor said after a moment's thought. "I'm going to give him a dose of vomiting right away, and I'm going to let him spit out what he's eaten – the patient doesn't have dentures or anything like that, right?"

……

A few minutes later.

"Well, let's put him here for a rest," the doctor told reporter B. "He's very weak now, and it's still reluctant to go back, and I think it might be better to rest on my side until tomorrow morning."

"Okay," Reporter B nodded. "Then please."

In this way, the doctor looked at the departing figure of reporter B with an impeccable smile. When Reporter B disappears around the corner of the hallway, the doctor's smile disappears. Immediately after, a somewhat solemn look appeared on his face.

This situation is somewhat delicate, perhaps...... With that in mind, the doctor looked in the direction of the dining room.

At the same time, in the cabin of Motota and Mitsuhiko.

"......" with a rather helpless expression, Qian Yu glanced at Gray Yuan Wai.

Gray Yuan Wai just glanced at Qian Yu, and then shrugged his shoulders.

"So, are Chiba and Ashbara-san going to investigate together?" Mitsuhiko asked.

"Qianyu and Xiao Ai are coming together!" Ayumi also pleaded. "If you two come too, you're going to find something!"

"Why don't you call Conan over," Thousand Feathers raised an eyebrow. "It would be much more efficient if he had him, hey......"

"Because Conan will stop us," Yuan Tai said. "But Chiba, you and Graybara-san won't do that, will you?"

The corners of Qianyu's mouth twitched, and then he looked at Gray Yuan Wai again. "That ......"

Gray Yuan tilted his head and acquiesced to Chiba's thoughts.

……

Monitoring room.

"What?" The security guard in the monitoring room looked at the little ones at the door in amazement. "No! Don't come to this kind of place to make trouble! ”

"It's really possible that uncle was poisoned!" Mitsuhiko's tone of argument was very firm. "Every time he eats, he has a disease, and the food must be poisoned!"

"......" The security guard's eyebrows twitched, revealing a rather speechless expression. You ......"

At this moment, the security guard noticed that several children standing outside the door behind the little boy (Mitsuhiko) who was arguing with him were all looking into the corridor to their left. Seconds later, an adult appeared behind the children—he knew the man, the doctor on the airship.

"Uncle," the doctor said to the security guard after glancing at him. "I'd also like to see the footage."

"Huh?" The security guard was obviously a little surprised, because he didn't expect the doctor to make such a request.

"They have a point," the doctor said calmly. "I'd like to confirm that as well."

"......" The security guard hesitated for a moment, nodded, and then operated a few times on a console that was apparently placed on the display screen of the restaurant's surveillance, and the screen began to play back at high speed. Is it lunchtime? It's about what time it is—ah, it's here! ”

At this point, that screen was roughly rewind back to the moment when Honda had symptoms. The probe is in a pretty good position, and the table where the Honda is sitting is right within the probe's viewing range.

"Keep going," the doctor said. "The important thing is that when he brought the plate back, if someone poisoned it, it must have done it at that time."

Right in front of them, the screen was played upside down, and soon it was already where Honda was walking to his seat with a plate, and the security guard pressed the front button.

"Go back a bit?" Qian Yu said worriedly. "I think it might be a little more rigorous to start with Honda picking up the plate?"

“？” The security guard turned to look at the doctor.

"Do as he says," the doctor nodded. "I think it makes sense."

The video was then replayed in reverse until the image of Honda holding up a plate appeared in the video.

"Has his companion been sitting there......" The doctor looked at Reporter B, who had been sitting in his seat, and frowned slightly. I thought they were eating together......"

If they hadn't picked up the meal together, the video footage of Honda picking up the meal would have been of little significance - it was impossible for reporter B to do anything to Honda's dinner plate more than ten meters away while sitting in his seat.

Chiba's eyes were focused on where Honda should be sitting - if reporter B poisoned Honda, then his possible solution now is what Honda might use, such as using paper towels or spraying some chemical spray on Honda's seat.

But in fact, reporter B is quite honest and did not make any unusual movements during the meal at Honda.

"Did you find any problems?" The doctor frowned and looked at Honda, whose symptoms had already begun to flare up.

Everyone started shaking their heads.

"Well, that doesn't look like it's going to work......" the doctor sighed. That ......"

Just then, the doctor's cell phone rang.

"Hello?" The doctor answered the phone, and after a few words, his expression became subtle. "Are you sure?"

In this way, the group looked at the doctor's expression and became quite bad.

"......" The doctor hung up the phone with a heavy heart, and then realized that everyone was looking at him with strange expressions. Ah, it's fine, it's just that my assistant found the condition of the Honda a little strange. ”

"Can we go with you?" Motota asked.

"You guys?" The doctor was a little surprised, but then thoughtful. "Well—if you go with me...... It's okay, but you'll have to do me a little bit of a favor then. ”

……

When they returned to the infirmary, they saw a young man who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old sitting in a chair with a complicated expression—no doubt this was the doctor's assistant.

"Where's the stool sample?" The doctor asked as soon as he entered.

"Uh......" the corner of the assistant's mouth twitched. That one...... The taste was ......"

"Of course I do," the doctor said slowly, rolling his eyes. "But it can't be helped, if ...... Want to see—"

"I took a picture." Before the doctor could continue, the assistant interrupted.

"Hmm!" The doctor raised an eyebrow, and his tone immediately lightened. "If that's the case, it will save a lot of trouble, let me see."

The assistant handed the doctor a few pictures, and the doctor looked at them twice and sighed.

"Somebody can't think of oilfish as cod, right?"