"Why did you kill Professor Lucio. ”

"Why? No, why. Bob lowered his head and toddled with his fingers.

"Do you know this kid?"

Bob looked at the picture in front of him. The photo shows a seven or eight-year-old girl with a worn-out piano in front of her, and several keys are recessed, but the little girl doesn't seem to mind, her little dimples are still filled with bright sunshine. After seeing this photo, Bob's nose began to twitch slightly, and his eyes were full of love. After a while, this rich love revealed an endless sadness.

"You know her, don't you?"

"She's my daughter, Alice. Bob caressed the girl's cheek with his fingers.

"She's still in the hospital, she's fine, there's a detective who paid all the medical bills for her. ”

"Oh, he's such a nice guy. A flash of surprise and excitement flashed in Bob's eyes.

"Why did you kill Professor Lucio. ”

"Doesn't he deserve to die?" a hint of contempt crossed Bob's lips.

"Because of the charity project of "Unforgettable Children's Voices"?"

Bob didn't answer, and the sadness in his eyes turned into an abyssal hatred in an instant.

"Your daughter has a great talent for the piano. At her age, she was able to play Michel Finnessi's English Country-Tunes in its entirety – it was incredible. ”

"If she has a good piano, a first-class piano teacher, she can play better. There was a hint of sadness in Bob's voice.

"So you killed Professor Lucio because he canceled the charity project for Unforgettable Children?"

Bob didn't answer, and he continued to gently stroke the girl's cheek with his fingers.

"But it's not about Professor Lucio, is it?"

"Is it really irrelevant?" said Bob's eyes with a cold murderous intent.

"As far as we know, Alice is suffering from a congenital genetic defect. You already knew she had this disease, didn't you?"

Bob closed his lips tightly, his hands began to tremble slightly, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

"The cure rate for this disease is almost 0 at the moment, so why would you go to the trouble of killing Professor Lucio, what does this have to do with Alice's illness, he is not a professor of medicine. ”

"This disease can be cured. Bob struggled to spit out a few words.

"Oh?"

"For more than a month before that charity project was terminated, Alice was happy. She called me every night and told me that she had learned a new track, a new knowledge, today. On Saturdays and Sundays, she would play me new songs. Bob's eyes were full of love again.

"Yes. ”

Before that, Alice needed to take more than two dozen pills a day to keep her condition stable. But when she participated in this project, music, piano, seemed to cure her pain. After a regular physical check-up, her white blood cell index reached normal for the first time, and then she took fewer and fewer pills, and all indicators returned to normal. Bob's gaze was like two flaming torches, full of hope.

"It's a miracle. ”

"But he, it was he who strangled Alice's hope with his own hands. The torch was extinguished, and Bob couldn't contain the hatred in his chest, and he slapped the table in anger, the shackles on his hands shattering.

"Please calm down. Just for Alice. She's — doesn't want to see you like that. Is it. ”

Hearing Alice's name, Bob suddenly fell into his chair like an old man on the verge of decay. His face turned pale and he muttered, "After the project was cancelled, although Alice still had a smile on her lips and she still played a different piece to me every day, I knew that Alice was sad and disappointed. Her condition began to deteriorate and she eventually had to rely on a breathing oxygen cylinder to maintain her vital signs. With that, Bob choked up and hid his face and wept.

But this is not Professor Lucio's fault, the Children's Voices Unforgettable Project is suspected of corruption and violates the purpose of public charity, and it is the right thing for him to stop the project in time. ”

"Right, what's right, that greedy 70 families and plan executors were punished only a little bit, and my innocent daughter paid for it with her life! It's not fair! That bastard damn him! Damn!" Bob snarled and slammed the table, the shackles on his hands and feet making a rapid clatter.

On the phone, Scott gives Eric a rough overview of the outcome of Bob's interrogation. Because country E very much did not want to see Leonardo's whereabouts detected by the General Directorate of External Security of country F, which is the same name as the six special intelligence departments of country E and belongs to one of the six major intelligence organizations in the world, the four of them quietly got out of the car after setting foot on the territory of country F.

"What do you think, Mr. Purser. Eric said lazily in a taxi.

"Well—how to put it—I actually have a daughter, and I love her very much. Scott was very hesitant.

"So, let's change the question. If you are not a purser now, but a Eurostar train conductor. One day, when the train is traveling to a junction, you find that 10 children are suddenly playing in the middle of the track not far from the direction of the train, and there is only one child on the other crossing track. The premise of the problem is that the train has no time to brake and you have to choose to follow the original route or change direction to drive the train onto the cross track. How will you choose. ”

"That's ridiculous!" Scott said in a plaintive voice over the phone, "I have no choice. ”

"Oh, sir, you're the conductor, you have to make a choice. Eric wasn't going to let Scott go.

"This—this—" Scott muttered, but at last held back only an indignant conclusion, "you're such a bastard." ”

"A lot of people have said that. Eric laughed, "But I think I already know your answer, and I wish you a good job, Mr. Purser." ”

Scott, who was hung up, still had a grieving face, and he vowed that if there was a moment in his life when he didn't want to be a good conductor, then this moment was the right moment. He put away the phone, looked at car 3 behind him, and regained his spirits. "This train has been delayed long enough. Scott muttered to himself.

"Yes, I think you need to write a lot of reports. ”

Scott turned around and saw Mr. Sandys in room 301 smiling at him.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sandys, but the train is expected to be delayed by 5 hours. Scott cleared his throat, "But as compensation, we'll provide every passenger with a free and delicious dinner and supper." ”

"Young people, don't be discouraged. Sandys patted Scott on the shoulder, "I'm sure you'll be a great conductor in the future." Because you are very discerning. ”

"Because I'm willing to believe the detective?" Scott suddenly recalled the question Eric had left him with - 10 children, and 1 child, had to choose one side - either choice was a bloody ending.

"That's just one aspect, and more importantly—" Sandys said in a sudden low voice, "if you're a train conductor, you don't choose to change lanes." With that, Sandys hummed an unknown tune and turned and walked into his room.