After rebirth, I became a great writer

Chapter 340 Are they all murderers? Yes, no!

At seven o'clock in the morning, Ye Feng came to Chen Tianhong's room with his hazy sleepy eyes half open. When he knocked on the door, he hesitated for a while, turned around and said to Jin Zhongrui.

"Old Jin, isn't it good to call Hongwen to wake up so early? He might have written it very late last night, why don't he sleep more?"

"It's getting late. It's said that breakfast at 7 o'clock in the morning is more meaningful than sleeping. Don't Tianhong like food very much! Let's take him out to eat."

Jin Zhongrui's eyes were also a bit heavy, but he looked very energetic. Especially when he was urging Ye Feng to knock on the door, he felt excited and excited.

"Uh, I remember that saying seems to be the sunrise at 7 o'clock in the morning is more meaningful than sleeping!"

Ye Feng muttered in a low voice, but did not refute and knocked on the door gently.

Not only Ye Feng and Jin Zhongrui, the detective writers of the past night were all sleeping late last night. The reason was naturally because they were discussing the plot of "The Murder of the Orient Express". From the big to predicting who the real murderer was, to a dialogue between a character, there was a special foreshadowing of his expression, and there was also doubts mixed in between.

I kept tossing until midnight and finally said to Lu Huaiyi, "No matter how much we say here, the story is not written by Hongwen. I think it is better to ask about his settings tomorrow!"

His words finally made everyone end the quarrel and chose to go back to their rooms.

But after they returned to the room, they didn’t know if they were still thinking about the follow-up plot of the story. Anyway, as far as they are concerned, there are Jin Zhongrui and Ye Feng.

"Dongdong.Dongdongdong"

The orderly knock on the door awakened Chen Tianhong, who was sleeping soundly in the house with a pillow in his arms.

"Who! It's early in the morning."

Chen Tianhong complained and lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

He is having a beautiful dream. Although he is thousands of miles away from Yifei, he can "dream in spring when he puts a piece of pillow!"

"Brother Ye, you go down to have breakfast first, I will go to bed later."

After opening the door and seeing that it was Ye Feng, Chen Tianhong thought he was here to shout for breakfast. Compared with delicious food, it is more important to make up for sleep.

"Tianhong! Was it too tired to write a book last night? What do you think of the follow-up story? Just say Kavin's words and we can help you with your staff!"

At this time, Jin Zhongrui, who was hiding behind Ye Feng, showed his old face with a rippling smile.

"Well, Mr. Jin is quite tired. The story is still close to the end of the last part. I have almost thought about it. There are still some details to ponder. I want to sleep for a while and then write it up."

Chen Tianhong started lying all over the sky without blinking his eyes.

Last night, he did write until after one o'clock in the morning, but he was just a fisherman. In fact, he was chatting with Liu Yifei. There was only one topic of the chat content, and he fooled Yifei to come to London to find him to play.

And under his 3-inch tongue, Liu Yifei finally agreed to come the day after tomorrow and just happened to attend Kimpler's award ceremony.

"I've thought about it! Then you say."

Jin Zhongrui was about to ask about the subsequent settings, but when he saw Chen Tianhong yawning, he turned the words he said to himself.

"Then you go to bed for a while! I'll post it first and I'll help you check it out. Tianhong, don't sleep too long! You'll have to go to the exchange meeting in the afternoon."

"I know Mr. Jin, I will send it to your TT number immediately."

Chen Tianhong walked to the desk in the room and turned on the computer to start the operation.

Jin Zhongrui was waiting to confirm that he received the document, so he asked Ye Feng to help close the door.

"Hey, Mr. Jin, aren't we going out for dinner?"

After closing the door, Ye Feng turned around and saw Jin Zhongrui walking towards his own room. He was a little confused.

"Wait a minute, I will read the follow-up story first. If not, I will also help Tianhong's adviser."

Jin Zhongrui still had the intention to have breakfast. After saying this, he had already entered the room.

"This old man."

Ye Feng was speechless. He called him up early in the morning and said he would go to dinner, but he was asked to be a tool man. Now that he has achieved his goal, he has thrown him aside.

This is still the old senior who took care of himself at the time. Perhaps it is, but the person he cared for now has been replaced by Chen Tianhong.

Reality in the world, but that’s it!

After a war between heaven and man, Ye Feng also gave up on the idea of ​​going downstairs to have a meal, but did not go back to the room to read novels like Jin Zhongrui. He, like Chen Tianhong, continued to take a break.

In fact, only Jin Zhongrui could maintain his energy and feel comfortable reading novels so early.

At this moment, he had already continued to watch the plot last night.

After listening to Poirot's account of Armstrong's kidnapping, everyone basically confirmed the fact that the merchant died of vendetta, and the murderer was most likely not alone, at least one man and one woman, so that he could explain the wound of varying strength.

Immediately afterwards, Poirot, director and doctor set up an interrogation court in the dining car. Poirot, as the leader, interrogated and interrogated the "suspect" respectively in response to the details of the case and a series of problem evidence.

The first question was the conductor, then the merchant's secretary and his servant, Mrs. Habat, Swedish nurse and other thirteen suspects (twelve passengers, one conductor).

Everyone's interrogation takes up a chapter, which is written in great detail, but it is also complicated, so complicated that it makes people unable to remember it clearly with their brains because there are too many clues and foreshadowings.

"How did this child Tianhong have a brain? His logical thinking is too meticulous. He is simply a natural detective writer!"

After reading these dozen chapters, Jin Zhongrui sighed sincerely that there were two pages of paper in his hand, and the paper was his clues and doubts about Poirot's interrogation of each suspect.

There are roughly these suspicious points during the interrogation. Who is the handkerchief found at the scene of the crime?

Whose pipe strip belongs to?

Is the time the merchant stays in his pajamas and gold watch is his real death?

How many people left behind the twelve knife wounds on their bodies?

What is the relationship between the murderer and Armstrong kidnapping?

Through the interrogation of everyone in the story, I learned several important clues.

Mrs. Habat said she suspected the murderer had sneaked into her room the night before (note: this is why Poirot heard her quarrel with the conductor before), and then when she woke up in the morning she found another button for the conductor uniform.

The pipe strip found in the deceased's room may have been the Colonel's, who was the only person who smoked the pipe in this carriage.

The handkerchief may be from the old Russian lady. She still has a hidden identity, but she has a proof of absence.

And several passengers said that they had seen the woman in a red kimono during the merchant's death, and it was obvious that this was an important suspect.

At the same time, like the protagonist Poirot, Kim made a timeline based on the oral narrative of these people and summarized the whereabouts of everyone before and after the incident, but even this still confused him and had too many doubts.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that the merchant does not know French, which means that the merchant's death must be advanced. When Poirot heard the moan that night, the murderer was in the private room.

Not only Jin Zhongrui was confused, but also Poirot, the protagonist in the book, was confused. This case was different from the case that he encountered before.

Because he is in a closed environment and cannot provide effective information with the help of the outside world, that is, he cannot determine the authenticity of the identities of the thirteen suspects, and can only reason from the information they describe. This method of judgment that relies entirely on logic is too difficult.

An old friend director made a suggestion to search all passengers' luggage. Poirot predicted that they could definitely find the conductor's uniform with few buttons, the mysterious red kimono.

Just as they were arguing for this, Mrs. Habat suddenly ran in and said that she had found a blood-stained weapon in her luggage, a imitation of Oriental dagger.

Poirot and his friends hurriedly searched the private room they belonged to and accidentally discovered that the room was a secret room at the time of the incident.

The director did not hesitate anymore and directly arranged for subordinates to search each passenger's room, but after several rounds of searches, as Poirot predicted, there was no other difference.

This made Poirot even more irritable. When a person is irritable, he will always habitually seek spiritual support. The spiritual pillar of men is nothing more than women and cigarettes and alcohol, so he returned to his private room to get cigarettes.

But after opening the suitcase, I was surprised to find that the red kimono was neatly placed on the upper floor of the box, with a dragon embroidered on it. This was a naked provocation.

The original words in the book are written as follows:

[Poirot said to himself: "It's like that, this is a challenge, okay, I'll fight."]

At this point, the second part written by Chen Tianhong ends.

After reading this part completely, then think about the content of the first part, and at the same time, combined with the clues he sorted out, Jin Zhongrui probably had a contour in his mind.

There were at least two murderers, one was a small man pretending to be a conductor (all the uniform buttons of the conductor on the Orient Express were not lost, so they were pretending).

The other is the tall woman in red pajamas (with multiple witnesses proved).

The development of the case is likely to be like this. The murderer got on the bus midway and committed the murder before twelve:30 in the middle of the night. At that time, the moans from the merchant woke Poirot up. At the same time, he heard the sound of walking and water. The murderer was cleaning the scene. As a result, he accidentally rang the electric bell, which attracted the incoming in the conductor. The murderer replied in French.

After the conductor left, the murderer passed through the connecting door and entered Mrs. Habat's private room and placed the murder weapon in her bag, but did not pay attention to leaving the button in the room.

After the small murderer escaped, the woman in red pajamas came over and found that the merchant was dead, so she had no choice but to use a few blows to vent her anger. This is the reason for the different strengths of the wounds.

Judging from the current evidence of people, this is basically a fact.

But let alone Poirot, even Jin Zhongrui thinks that not only that, there are too many doubts and loopholes.

The most difficult thing to explain is that the road was blocked by heavy snow and no one could leave the train, so why could this small man and the woman in red pajamas disappear out of thin air?

Not to mention the testimony of the thirteen suspects also has contradictions.

Jin Zhongrui was extremely entangled. He could only reason with logical reasoning from existing testimony and evidence.

If you really want to solve this mystery, it depends on how Detective Poirot uses everyone's testimony and evidence to locate the real murderer. Of course, the source is still in Chen Tianhong.

At this time, the doorbell rang, and it was Ye Feng, Lu Huaiyi and the others who shouted to go downstairs to have breakfast. The breakfast time was already past nine o'clock. It was obvious that these people were affected by last night and had been sleeping for more than two hours.

"Where is Tianhong?"

Jin Zhongrui saw that there was no Chen Tianhong among the few people, so he asked.

"Old Jin, I asked. Hongwen said that his breakfast had been sent to the room for the waiter to eat. He wanted to hurry up and finish the rest. Oh, by the way, he also told us not to disturb him easily."

Ye Feng replied truthfully.

"That's it! Xiao Ye, what do you think after reading the second part? Do you think the murderer is like the surface?"

Jin Zhongrui turned to ask Ye Feng about his opinion.

"Well, I haven't finished watching it yet. Mr. Jin, why don't we talk after dinner?"

Ye Feng was a little embarrassed. He went back to his room and took a break. He didn't even look at the second part, so he didn't know where to go.

"I haven't finished reading it yet. OK, let's have a meal first. After dinner, let's discuss it together. Xiao Ye, you can give them a few of the second part."

Jin Zhongrui didn't say anything, and he couldn't even infer it himself. Ye Feng probably wasn't as good as he could disturb Chen Tianhong, so he could only focus on his mind.

The next breakfast was the fastest meal Ye Feng and his friends had. Because Jin Zhongrui was urging them, they hurriedly took a few bites, barely filling their stomachs, and then returned to Jin Zhongrui's room and started to study.

Chen Tianhong in another room was still sleeping soundly. He slept until after ten o'clock, and remembered that there was still a task that had not been completed today. So he got up lazyly, turned on the computer casually, and wrote the final ending of "The Murder of the Orient Express" before twelve o'clock, and then copied it into the USB flash drive.

"It's ten minutes away from 12 o'clock, and it's a perfect ending."

Chen Tianhong looked at the time, pulled out the USB flash drive with satisfaction, patted his belly, and noticed hunger.

He didn't eat breakfast, and he said to Ye Feng, simply because he was afraid of disturbing and wanted to sleep more.

Now that the task is completed, you can go downstairs to have lunch. After that, you can attend the exchange meeting and let the group of Westerners see what it means to "borrow flowers and offer Buddha" and "learning the strengths of the barbarians to control the barbarians"!

After walking out of the room, Chen Tianhong thought about it and felt that there were still many people eating and were more lively together, so he knocked on Jin Zhongrui's door.

After knocking for dozens of seconds, the door was opened slowly. It was not Jin Zhongrui, but Lu Huaiyi, and he heard the fierce quarrel.

Before Chen Tianhong could hear what they were arguing, Lu Huaiyi pulled him into the room in surprise and shouted loudly.

"Hongwen is here, the author himself is here. Don't argue, just ask him what the truth is."

Lu Huaiyi's shouting finally made the room quiet again, but it only lasted for less than three seconds.

"Tianhong, I have a bold guess. Are the murderers twelve? This way the ending can create a shocking effect."

"Old Jin, you are too bold, it's impossible. I still think that the Colonel and Mary are the real murderers. The conductor and the tall American also participated and gave perjury for them."

"No, no, the murderer is the merchant's secretary and servant. Only they can let the merchant take sleeping pills. The Swedish nurse is the woman in red pajamas, and she finally repairs the knife."

"Hongwen, are they wrong? In fact, the murderer is the director, and he planned everything."

"Hongwen."

Jin Zhongrui, Ye Feng and others surrounded Chen Tianhong and expressed their guesses one after another. They had been quarreling for a long time, and no one could convince anyone.

"Cough! Cough!"

Chen Tianhong coughed twice.

Everyone in the house looked at him, waiting for him to give the answer.

"Old Mr. Jin predicted the most correct thing. Except for Poirot, all passengers were murderers!"

Hearing this, everyone opened their eyes wide incredible ways, and then they heard it again.

"But, yes, not!"

ps: I read Oriental Express novels for a day and it was a brain-burning one. I was a little late, sorry.

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