Poirot didn't know why the Orient Express, which was not too crowded in this season, was actually crammed all at once. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info the train body of the Orient Express, with 8 first-class rooms, i.e., single sleeper boxes, and 4 second-class rooms, i.e., double sleeper boxes.

Normally, the expensive and long Eurostar Orient Express is rarely taken in the winter, and it is not yet a holiday or a holiday.

Poirot suddenly noticed something, "Mr. Booker, this Orient Express has been lengthened, it seems that there are more than 12 seats?"

Michelle, the conductor, pointed to the carriage mounted in the back: "There is some big man in the car, the carriage has been temporarily replaced, and a special wagon has been loaded." ”

"Well, is there a first-class room?" asked Booker, the director of the train company, with some urging, after all, he had promised to find a place for Poirot, "and you must not let the distinguished gentleman, the famous Herric Poirot, sit in the baggage car."

"Are there any seats available in the second-class rooms?" Booker snatched the registration board from Michelle's hand, which recorded the situation in the guest room.

"There was a second class room, but there was a lady from Germany living in it. Michelle shrugged, apparently everyone understood what he meant, and Poirot shook his head, saying that he would not be in the same room with the lady, which was disrespectful to the lady.

At this time, a woman with a red hat, fashionable dress, a delicate countenance, and brilliant bright black curls came over with a suitcase to register. Poirot noticed that this was the woman he had met earlier in Constantinople.

At the same time, Siwen pulled Hermione, who was dressed in warm clothes, and pushed open the door of the guest room next to them, and in the same single room, the elf-like girl still had that beautiful and soft smile: "Good evening, Siwen, Jane." ”

Little Hermione Lori twisted her muscles and bones for him behind Xiwen's back without a trace, twisting viciously. Then he responded with a big smile and took the initiative to hug his friend, Fleur Delacul.

The woman in the red hat walked over, and she asked a few people standing in the corridor casually, "Did anyone notice that there's a short man over there who wants to get in the car?" ”

The person who was chatting paused, then looked at the door, and an aunt with a strange face and an American accent walked to the door with her handbag twisted.

When Sivin walked to the door, he happened to hear the argument, and Mr. Booker noticed that Mr. 7 had not arrived, so he wanted to arrange Poirot there, but American Aunt Hubbard said that they had already booked that spot and would not accept the swap.

Poirot stood there awkwardly, knowing that he was not taking advantage of this time, and suddenly a familiar language came to his ears, "My-dear-mon-ami." He looked up and squinted at the man in the doorway.

The young man has a familiar accent, and for the detective who has his own eyes and ears, he has all the details of everything big and small since he can remember, and the young man has jumped out of the carriage and walked forward. Poirot remembered that he was one of the few people in the world who had the privilege of seeing him and knowing his detailed identity.

That was a few decades ago, and he was just a young man who had just arrived in England, not because of the war. In the home of that legendary detective, Sherlock Holmes, he had the privilege of seeing, no, decades had passed, why the person in front of him hadn't changed in the slightest.

"Oh, you, who is that?" Poirot was unconfident for the first time in the little gray cell in his head. The young man on the other side bowed slightly, "Poirot, have you learned how Sherlock is crazy and stupid?"

Poirot suddenly figured it out, the corners of his mouth curled, and he moved with his mustache, presenting a bright smile to Sivin: "Mon-ami"

"Come on, my friend and I happen to have two rooms, and I can give you one. Sivin stretched out his hand to invite Poirot.

"Then Mr. Poirot will be there for the night, and tomorrow night, the trailer from Athens will fall behind, and I can vacate Box No. 1 for Mr. Poirot. Booker also owes a salute, he knows what his job is.

When Poirot and Siwen arrived at the box, Fleur and Hermione were already seated in Siwen's room, and the vacant room was for Poirot. Poirot took off his hat to salute the two ladies, and little Hermione couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, and under Poirot's hat was an egg-like bald head.

Although Poirot felt that Xiwen and the two ladies in one room were not only crowded but also immoral, but considering Xiwen's identity, well, young man~

"How are we going to rest, it's really crowded, and, what kind of place is this?" little Hermione unhappily beckoned to Xiwen with her feet, and Xiwen waved helplessly, motioning for Fleur to sit on his side.

"Alright, now the sofa is your own, rest, and tomorrow we can see the view from Constantinople to Bulgrade." ”

Fleur is like a frightened fawn, unlike a certain Lori, always a kitten with teeth and claws. Gently holding the girl's trembling hand, she gently hummed a soft song.

The girl's crystal eyes stared at Xiwen weakly, lullaby?

Hermione, who was originally in the shape of a cute bag on the sofa, had bulging cheeks like a puffer fish at this time, and Little Lori puffed out her cheeks and glared at Xiwen angrily, and she had already simulated the implementation of a thousand ways to die in Xiwen. However, what I got was Xiwen's nonchalant expression, woo, angry!

Poirot was troubled outside, he did not expect to meet the Miss Mary de Beham whom he had met in Constantinople by such a coincidence.

In the morning, they witnessed the woman who had cheated in marriage and was pregnant with her lover's child being buried by a group of people and stoned to death. Poirot believes that even if the criminal law is flawed, he should be punished by the law if he knows that he will break it.

Miss Mary, however, seemed to feel that the stoning punishment used by those men was basically a private punishment and that it was not in accordance with the law.

Poirot did not discuss this issue in depth with Miss Mary, because he had missed love, so he was not good at relationship problems, from a detective's point of view, he felt that the current law in Britain was very good, regardless of whether it was a man or a woman, whoever cheated in marriage, the other party could file for divorce and severely punish the cheating party. In all conscience.

Poirot took out his incense and props in the box and prayed to God sincerely.

However, under God's watchful eye, an evil deed that should have been just and just is about to begin.