I Develop A Detective Game And The Police Call Me To File

Sitting on the sofa, McQueen asked: "Mr. Poirot, please allow me to ask first, in what capacity are you interrogating me?"

"I entrusted him with full responsibility." Teacher Ma took the initiative to speak.

"Yes, as you can see, I have been entrusted by Mr. Bianchi, the director of the train, to investigate this case."

Poirot spread his hands: "Mr. McQueen, if you have no objection, shall we officially start?"

"Um, ok, got it."

"Mr. McQueen, what's your relationship with Ratchett?"

"I... I'm his secretary! Actually, it's a bit inappropriate to say that, because I'm more of a translator with him. Because his other languages ​​are terrible, he can't understand people when he communicates, basically I need to translate for him.”

"How long have you been with Ratchett?"

"About a year."

"Where is Ratchett from the beautiful country?"

"I don't know, he never mentioned his background."

"Then what do you think he left the beautiful country for?"

"I guess he was 17 to avoid something, or someone?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Because he often receives anonymous threatening letters."

As McQueen said, he took out two cards from his pocket.

Poirot took it over and looked at it. The first one said: I will kill you, murderer! The second chapter reads: Prepare to die, scum!

Teacher Ma looked at it carefully, and couldn't help saying: "These anonymous letters look so simple."

"It's very simple, but from another perspective, the simpler things are, the more complicated they are! For example, Bianchi, have you ever thought about why 1+1=2? Is it very simple, but the process is very complex."

Teacher Ma: "...

Poirot put the note away and continued to ask: "I noticed that you sent a telegram in Belgrade around eight o'clock last night.

"That's right, because that's what Mr. Ratchett asked me to do at breakfast; and after sending the telegram, I went back to report to Mr. Ratchett. Oh, no, I went back to my room first, and it was Beddos who knocked." The door told me to come over. Then I went to tell Mr. Ratchett what I had sent by telegram. After the report was over, I never saw him again.

"By the way, do you have any other threatening letters here? Because Ratchett told me today that he is very dangerous, so there shouldn't be only two letters?"

"That's true, but he won't show me some threatening letters, and he will burn them himself."

"Burn?"

Poirot frowned.

Isn't that just what he was about to verify, the piece of paper on Ratchett's desk that hadn't been completely burned to ashes.

At this moment, Michelle came back with the courtesy box.

"OK, Mr. McQueen, thank you for the information [I'll go and look at the burnt content first.

"Look at the burnt content?" McQueen frowned slightly.

"Yes, this is a little trick I know! Excuse me first."

Poirot got up and left the room with Mr. Ma.

McQueen stared at the back of the two leaving, brows suddenly solved the case.

Why can I still view the burnt content?

In this way, will there be any handle left?

But he couldn't follow. If he followed at this time, it would only increase Poirot's suspicion of him.

Thinking, McQueen lost to the control army.

"Damn it, what kind of method is this? Why can Poirot see the burned content?"

"Or, Poirot is actually trying to frighten McQueen with a trick to scare the snake?"

"Look at McQueen's flustered look, the whole plot begins to make sense."

"Originally, they changed the plan temporarily because of the heavy snowfall. Now if information is found on the burnt paper, then I guess the killer team will have to change the plan again."

"My mother, the members of the killer group really started in hell, it's too difficult."

Poirot and Mr. Ma returned to Ratchett's room.

Constantine is still examining Ratchett's wounds in detail.

"Well, doctor."

"I checked carefully and determined that there were a total of twelve cuts, five of which were deep, three were fatal wounds, and the rest were shallow, and two of them were just scratches."

"What do you mean? You mean, there are two murderers? One of them is strong and the other is Wanfu?"

While communicating with Constantine, Poirot took out the top hat and the contents of the box and arranged them.

"I guess it should be the same. The one is thin and weak. I think it's more like a woman."

"It is reasonable to say that killing people usually only needs to stab people to death, but why do they stab so many knives? Is it to vent their anger, or deliberately use this kind of scars of different shades to paralyze our judgment?"

"Besides, if there was no resistance at all for the entire twelve cuts, it can be said that when the murderer was stabbing, the other party was already unconscious or lacked any ability to call for help or resist."

As Poirot spoke, he took out his handkerchief again, and took out a small silver pistol from under Ratchett's pillow.

"My God! Gun, how do you know?" Constantine looked surprised.

"I didn't know this. Ratchet told me that he even planned to use money to hire me to protect him, but I refused. Bianchi, you said that if I agreed to him at that time, wouldn't it have happened? Such a thing?"

050 Teacher Ma smiled: "That's true, but if you agree to him, you won't be Poirot."

Poirot also smiled.

After preparing all the preparations, he turned around, carefully picked up the ashes that had not become fragments with tweezers, carefully placed them on the courtesy box, and then covered it with another courtesy box.

After a while, Poirot set fire to the oil bottle he usually used to groom his beard.

Immediately, Poirot put the courtesy box with the burnt paper on top of the burning oil bottle.

In an instant, the burnt paper immediately turned fiery red, and vivid letters jumped on it like fire elves.

"A-I-S-YA-R-M-S..."

After only burning for a while, the paper immediately turns into powder, and nothing can be seen anymore.

"What do you mean?" Teacher Ma couldn't help asking.

"This thing represents Ratchett's true identity and why he left the United States!"

Poirot stared at Ratchett's body with a gleam in his eyes.

"Don't worry, let's look at the other clues in the room, don't miss anything."

As he spoke, Poirot walked to the table again and observed carefully.

"Two burnt matchsticks, a pipe cleaner, and a cigar...".