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Corridor outside the dining car.

Those who wanted to eat early came to the dining car, only to find a conductor standing there. He kept bowing and apologizing: "Passengers, I'm really sorry, the dining car is temporarily closed due to unexpected circumstances, please come back later." ”

Its voice is sincere and powerful, intended to extinguish the anger of the passengers. Although some people didn't buy it, they were helpless about it, and finally had to leave in a huff.

It's a chore, and if he could, he would like to watch the detective's mystery show in the dining car, instead of dealing with these difficult rich people here.

Inside the dining car.

The passengers in car No. 3 have arrived. Fat merchants, petty nobles and maids, and Pat and his wife. They were called by Eric and sat in the VIP seats for the show.

At this time, Inspector Edith was standing on the red carpet in the middle of the passage, looking very energetic, probably because of the good sleep. Assistant Eric sat on the couch closest to his boss, with a notepad spread out in front of him. On the other side sat the conductor and two conductors, including the little one who was the first to discover.

The detective straightened his collar: "Okay, I think everyone here knows what I'm asking everyone to come here for, not to have a good dinner together." ”

The joke made the air cool down quite a bit, and it seemed that the silent crowd did not quite understand the detective's sense of humor.

Edith straightened his waist and announced the official start of the show: "Ahem. So first, let's sort out the facts of the case. ”

"In last night's ...... Uh, last night's ......"

Eric whispered from the side, "It's midnight." ”

The little detective had told his boss most of his reasoning in detail, but unfortunately the elderly detective still couldn't remember much.

Edith disguised his embarrassment with a dry cough, but the next embarrassment immediately followed: "Ahem, at midnight last night, our poor Mr. Rich was brutally murdered in Box Five. By about ten o'clock in the morning, his body was ...... ......"

The little man stepped forward to save the scene: "I found it." ”

Edith sweated on his forehead and continued to pretend to be calm: "Found by this gentleman." Can you tell us a little bit more about that time?"

The little man hurriedly agreed, and then began to tell about his experience. But it was almost like the boring speeches of politicians - full of personal feelings, but mostly inconsequential nonsense.

"Oh no! I just want to know who killed my friend! You know, my time is precious, and I'm not here to listen to you talk about this nonsense. Mr. Justin interrupted the little man rudely, apparently not taking the detective seriously.

The already timid little man suddenly became dumb, and his body naturally ducked back.

Surprisingly, Rowan and Pat echoed the same sentiments.

Edith smiled all over his face, "Please be calm, gentlemen. I just want to try to make everyone understand the whole story of the case, and only with rigorous logic can the murderer have nothing to hide. ”

The little nobleman touched the face of the maid beside him and said, "Okay, then I wish you success, great detective." No one could tell that there was really no trace of sincerity in his words.

Ignoring the troublesome man, Edith continued: "Let's start with an alibi. Belch...... At ten o'clock in the evening, the conductor would lock the doors at the junction of the various carriages, so that the prisoner could only be the people in the carriage. And since Mr. Ritchie was killed at midnight, it was clear that my assistant and I had no suspicion of getting into the car after that. And you in boxes 4, 5, and 6 can't rule out suspicion. Even if two people live together, the testimony of a close person is not within the scope of trust. ”

Mr. and Mrs. Pat looked at each other, while Justin looked dismissive.

The fat businessman on the side seemed to be enjoying a play.

"The door to the deceased's room is the only entrance, and the lock of the magic train is sturdy. Even the most skilled thieves will be helpless if they don't have the corresponding key. Coupled with the on-site investigation, we understand that the prisoner was obviously familiar with the deceased, so he was able to swagger into the deceased's box. Inspector Edith said, glancing at his assistant, only to see Eric nodding.

"Next...... The work will be given to my assistant. At this point, the rigid statement is basically completed, and then the improvisation link will naturally be handed over to the clever Eric.

Edith could finally take a break. His long lines always hurt him and made him feel exhausted.

Eric took the stage and took the baton.

As soon as the little detective got started, he immediately threw out a question: "Please tell me the purpose of your trip to Oude." ”

Rowan was very cooperative: "For business." ”

Justin replied, "Go and visit family, you know, Duke Langton." "Even though it sounds more like a provocation to the detectives.

"Travel," Pat said. My fiancée and I wanted to visit the ruins of the cathedral in Oud. It's romantic, isn't it? ”

Eric recorded.

Then, he tapped the paper with a pen: "The deceased's belongings were lost a lot, and the prisoner threw away all the belongings related to his identity. So now, gentlemen and ladies, please tell me about your relationship with the deceased. ”

Mr. Rowan said: "I just met him, and there is no reason to kill him. And I'm happy with my life now. ”

Mr. Justin threw his arms around the neck of the beautiful woman next to him without hesitation, but the gesture made him look uncomfortable: "I will not kill my friend." And my maid has been moving under my nose. ”

The maid blushed and whispered, "I didn't kill anyone. ”

Mr. Pat also spoke: "I don't know Mr. Richie at all, never at all. ”

Triss said, "I've been staying with the young master. ”

Eric was puzzled by the title: "Young Master?"

"I forgot to tell you that my fiancée was my maid before this. Yes, I am in love with my maid. This is not unusual. Mr. Pat looked at Eric.

Triss hugged her fiancé from behind, signaling their relationship.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have anything to say about you. As far as I know, that's not something that ordinary people can have. Eric asked.

"I think you're mistaken," explained Pate, "wealthy merchant families usually have maids as well. ”

"You didn't tell me that your family was a wealthy businessman, just an ordinary middle class. ”

Pat went on to argue: "Human nature. The decline of the family background is always difficult to talk about. ”

"And, excuse me. I forgot to tell you just now. Our Mr. Rich left a message before he died, and he revealed to us the identity of the murderer. As soon as Eric said this, the audience fell silent.

The air grew heavy.

Mr. Pat was puzzled: "I see. So, what exactly does he leave behind to make you suspect a law-abiding citizen of Odin?"

"Aristocrats. Eric stared at Pat and continued. That's the hint. And the maid is a thing only that only the aristocracy has. ”

Mr. Pat replied calmly, "Then perhaps you should talk to Mr. Justin." ”

Eric shook his head: "No, Mr. Rich and Mr. Justin are friends, he naturally knows Mr. Justin's name, if Mr. Justin killed him, why didn't he just leave his friend's name as a message." ”

"I don't know! You should pry open Mr. Rich's skull to see what's going on inside. Mr. Pat finally became fierce.

The atmosphere was a bit terrible.

The little detective stopped the conversation in time: "Don't get excited, it's just reasoning." Maybe we should all calm down. ”

Eric beckoned to the conductor and asked him to bring the expensive cigarettes sold on the train.

"Come, how about a chill?"

Pat responded, "I never smoke. ”

Cold attitude.

Eric took on the role of a waiter, stood up and warmly invited the crowd, "Other gentlemen, please." ”

Rowan waved his hand: "No, thank you." I'm used to smoking cigars. ”

"Give me one. Only Mr. Justin took the cigarette. He took a box of Prometheus matches from his jacket pocket, lit it, and lit a cigarette.

Eric stared at the box of matches in Justin's hand and suddenly spoke, "Mr. Justin, can you lend me the box of matches?"

The little nobleman was stunned for a moment, and then his actions seemed very flustered: "Show you, why...... You don't have the right, it's my personal belongings. ”

"Don't be nervous, it's just a box of matches. I didn't search the nobles' luggage, I just needed a box of matches. Eric smiled, looking like a trafficker abducting children in an alley.

It seems that the confrontation with Mr. Pat was only to make the others let their guard down.

Justin's attitude was firm: "No, I refuse. No one can force a nobleman to do what he doesn't like. ”

"Well, I'm not going to look. However, I will explain why you did not dare to give me that box of matches. Eric paced.

Mr. Justin's face turned pale.

Eric's statement surprised the listeners: "In fact, the box of matches belonged to Mr. Rich. ”

"What's going on?" the fat man Rowan was curious.

"I found a porcelain pipe from Mr. Richie's belongings, but no necessity to set him on fire. And why did the murderer throw away even a small box of matches, I guess the murderer forgot him somewhere. I surmised that when you knocked on the door and entered Mr. Richie's room, you probably let his guard down by saying something like 'man, I want to smoke a cigarette and give me a match.' And when he turned around and didn't pay attention, you put the match in your pocket, took out a dagger and stabbed him......"

Justin was furious and said, "Fart!

Eric pressed step by step: "As long as you give me the match and see if there are any fingerprints of Mr. Richie on it, everything will be revealed." Don't forget that you said that the last time you saw Mr. Rich was on the platform. At this point, it's no longer credible to say that you went to his room that night to smoke. ”

Mr. and Mrs. Pat watched it all with interest.

Justin thought with a frown, and then blurted out in a flash of inspiration, "Ahhhh It was indeed his match! I asked him for a match while I was smoking on the platform, and I forgot to return it. ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Justin, I knew you would defend yourself. As if to declare victory: "Our first discoverer has new testimony to say. ”

The little man stepped forward, apparently Eric had already made arrangements.

Despite his hairy glaring at Justin, he provided his testimony: "Mr. Justin got on the train and Mr. Rich remained on the platform. He said he didn't like to get the air dirty in a confined environment, so he smoked his pipe again, and the match he used at the time was Prometheus. ”

"How did you know the brand of matches?" asked Eric.

"Mr. Rich showed me that he said it was the best brand of Pelos. ”

"Can you swear everything you say is true?"

"I swear. ”

Eric turned to Justin, "Now do you have anything else to say?"

Mr. Justin looked at the little man, and then at the little detective: "I...... I see! You're going to frame me! Conspiracy, terrible conspiracy! You have to know that framing a nobleman is enough to cut you with a thousand cuts. ”

The suspect has been driven to frustration by Eric.

"You can't doubt my statements, because they are entirely out of Detective Edit's reasoning. Eric stared straight at the major suspect in the case: "He's the detective who solved the Ode tragedy, and I can say that you are damaging the reputation of the detective." ”

"Hell, detective!" scolded Justin. And, he looked like he was going to do it.

Eric put his hand on his waist, where he hid his Kirt style. Shooting was not allowed, of course, but Eric's experience had taught him that such a brutal creature would always be scared to see the real thing.

Imminent.

Just then, Eric saw his boss step forward.

"As my assistant said, these are all my reasoning. Edith stroked the stubble on his face: "But rest assured, Mr. Justin, these statements are not meant to prove that you are the murderer." ”

Hell, that's not what Eric told his boss.