“Action。 Eric happily played the role of director. Chiko immediately pushed open the door and walked in as if she were a train attendant.

"And then?" Leonardo was still puzzled, "Is there a problem?" Chiko, who is also unsure, is more keen to find a chance to make amends - the situation just now brings back memories of her humiliation at Eric on the flight.

"It's the door. Caitlin noticed. Eric smiled reassuringly, there was at least one other smart person in the small space, though he was a little slower.

Eric explains: "The first time Bob came in, he was facing us, but he leaned his hands on his back and slammed the door behind him with his backhand. You can imagine that even though the old bastard's cigar triggers the smoke alarm, he just needs to glance at the door and you can see at a glance that this smoke will not cause serious consequences, so why would he close the door?"

Caitlin added, "Just like Chiko just demonstrated, normal flight attendants don't just come to the door just because they remind passengers. What's more, when Bob came in the second time, he didn't close the door with a backhand like he did the first. Therefore, it can be ruled out that this is a factor of his personal habits. ”

Leonardo was still unconvinced: "What does it mean to just close a door?"

"Maybe it's to cover up something. Eric thought for a moment, "But there's something missing right now." The door to the standard room was still open, and Eric was looking in the direction of the door, what could a square-sized field of vision hide?

If it's just to block their view, it's obviously unconscionable. The corridor of a carriage is not long, it is not short, and any person who walks out of the standard room will make his plan end in failure, not to mention that the two ends of the carriage are unobstructed. The only things that a door can cover are smells and sounds. The car as a whole is a closed environment, and the smell does not dissipate without leaving a trace in Bob's words. In the end, the only option is sound.

Eric glanced at Catelyn, and as he expected, Catelyn looked at her in the same way, and the savvy agent understood what was unusual. Chiko on the side watched the silent interaction between Eric and Caitlin, and her heart suddenly felt uncomfortable: they were both agents, and it seemed that she would never be able to keep up with the rhythm of these two people.

Leonardo was most disgusted with the detective's pretended profundity, and said sarcastically: "What else is missing? a murder is missing, so that you can completely activate your brain." It won't be so coincidental that every time you go to Bacchus there are murders. ”

However, before Leonardo's words could be spoken, a shrill fire alarm suddenly resounded through the train. Chiko immediately pressed her hand to her waist with the gun, but Caitlyn then pressed her hand on Chiko's shoulder and shook her head slightly towards Chiko, signaling him not to act rashly. So Chiko opened the door, poked out a head, and found that the corridor of the carriage was full of smoke and figures.

However, the development of events was not as bad as Chiko predicted. A moment later, a loudspeaker on the top of the train remembered a hurried voice: "Gentlemen and ladies, a fire broke out in car 303, the fire is not large, and we have extinguished it in time." In order to ensure the safety of the train, the train will stop temporarily until all hidden dangers are eliminated. Please stay calm and we will complete the investigation as soon as possible. We apologize for any inconvenience caused. ”

"303, it's not the room you just eavesdropped. Chiko looked at Eric in amazement, it wasn't like a coincidence.

"Instead of sitting here and guessing, it's better to go over and find out. Eric stood up.

"We have a special mission. Caitlin kindly reminded, "Don't meddle unless you have to." ”

"Do you know the butterfly effect? A small butterfly flapping its wings in Brazil can set off a hurricane in North America. As detective advice, never underestimate the gossip, maybe it's the little butterfly we're looking for. Eric opened the door, and he seemed sure that Caitlin would open the net for him.

By the time Eric and his son arrived at Room 303, where the accident had occurred, not only had a cordon set up at the door, but the charred door was still closed. But that still didn't stop the crowd watching from the periphery of the cordon. Two or three train attendants—Bob among them—were struggling to persuade passengers to return to their positions outside the cordon. For them, the fire, whatever its cause, was a misfortune. If the site is vandalized again, their winnings will become even thinner.

"Hello, I'm the detective of Bacchus in Country F - Eric. I think you need my help. Eric squeezed in front of the crowd and handed a business card to a flight attendant who appeared to be ranked. Seeing Eric pull out a business card with Bacchus on it as if he were juggling, Chiko couldn't help but wonder if he had prepared fake business cards for all the countries of Europe.

"No detective has the right to interfere in this matter. Bob reminded Scott, the purser who had received Eric's business card.

The purser in front of him, Scott, was thin and had long hair, and he looked like a recent college graduate who was less than 1.6 meters tall. If it weren't for his piercing gaze, it's hard to see that he could be the head of more than 50 crew members of the Eurostar train, second only to the conductor.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Detective, you should know that this is a police business. Scott respectfully handed the business card to Eric.

"I'm sorry, purser. Eric pressed Scott's hand and whispered in his ear, "I know there's an unfortunate corpse lying inside." ”

Scott raised an eyebrow quietly and asked softly, "How do you know." ”

"Detective's intuition, Mr. Purser. Just look at this closed door, a charred and hideous corpse is more likely to spread panic, and you're doing it wisely. Eric's tone was very confident, "If this murderer's purpose is not to kill more than one person, or if he is brewing something bigger - Mr. Scott, I'm sure you know what I mean." ”

Chiko noticed that after Eric's words, Scott had apparently changed his mind. He took the business card, glanced at the contents of the business card, and smiled respectfully, "I hope you are a good detective." ”

At this time, the crowd is more and more dispersed. The remaining two or three do-gooders finally dispersed reluctantly under the temptation of a few glasses of brandy prescribed by the flight attendant. Scott handed Eric and Chiko a pair of gloves and foot covers, and gave way to the entrance of the room, reminding, "The scene inside can be uncomfortable, I hope you are mentally prepared." Sure enough, as soon as I walked into the room, a strong smell of burning came to my nose. About 2 meters from the door, a charred corpse lay sideways.

However, Eric soon noticed that the bottom of the door showed obvious scorch marks, and the area and height of these marks coincided well with the height at which the deceased was lying on the ground. So, he asked, "Did the body lean against the door?"

Chiko saw Scott's eyes flicker—he seemed to be glad he had the right person. Scott replied, "According to the recollection of the first flight attendant to arrive at the fire, it did look like he had hit something when he pushed the door in. With that, Scott shouted "Bob—" out the door.

"Bob—" a second call, however, still no response.

"I'm sorry, I've put him on standby at the door, but I don't know where he's gone. Scott said apologetically, then reluctantly took out the walkie-talkie and asked Bob to come to Box 303 immediately.

"It's him again!"

Eric and Chiko glanced at each other, and the two immediately understood. This is by no means a simple coincidence.