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Poirot pondered for a long time.

In the end, he nodded in agreement.

In fact, as Teacher Ma said, as long as someone dies, no matter who died, there must be an explanation for this matter.

And handing over this kind of matter to the Yugoslav police is likely to be the so-called torture, closing the case indiscriminately, and finally letting an innocent person on the train replace the real murderer

This, obviously, is another kind of unfairness and injustice.

Teacher Ma grasped Poirot's heart accurately, and at the same time bravely put this moral burden on his shoulders, which dispelled Poirot's doubts and let him start the investigation again.

Regarding Poirot's idea, Mr. Ma said that it was impossible not to agree.

In the past, he saw a lot of cases on the Internet, but the final result may not be satisfactory.

Because, it is those bandits and bullies who are obviously doing evil, making many ordinary people like you and me miserable.

As an ordinary person, there is no solution at all except to fight with them with your life.

However, in the eyes of the law, this kind of being forced to do it with one's life is always the first one to do it first, and it has caused heavy casualties, so it must pay the corresponding penalty price.

Among them, the most typical 877 case is ZQQ.

With less burden in his heart, Poirot handled the case more seriously.

Just as Poirot was about to go out to interrogate other people, Constantine suddenly picked up a white lace handkerchief from the ground.

"Hey, why is there a handkerchief here? There is an H on it." Constantine said.

Poirot took the lace handkerchief and stared at the "H" carefully for a while, but he didn't know whether it was a Christian name or a surname initial.

"Christian name?" Teacher Ma was a little puzzled.

Poirot explained: "Well, many Christian believers will be baptized when they are babies, and they will be named by priests or parents and friends. They are called the Christian name. It is different from the original name."

After explaining, Poirot went out, and Teacher Ma and Constantine followed immediately.

Several people walked to the soft seats of the Athens carriage, and Cecher was just packing up.

Seeing Michelle, Poirot handed the card to Michelle and said, "Hello, Michelle, you are here! You can help me to call the others one by one according to the order of this list later." How about coming here?"

(bheg) "Oh, there is no need for Princess Dragomirovna. She is not only a noble royal family, but also looks not too young, so don't work so hard."

"OK! I'll do it, sir."

Michelle took the card and stuffed it into her jacket pocket.

When he was about to call someone according to the card, Poirot stopped him again.

"Michelle, since you happen to be here, why don't we start our conversation with you?"

With his back to Poirot, Michel froze slightly.

But he turned around quickly, with a smile on his face, and said very cooperatively: "Of course it's no problem, doctor.

"Michel, your full name is Pierre Paul Michel."

"Yes, sir."

"Your name, which shares the same name with two saints, seems to be blessed by the gods.

"Of course, this world is under the shroud of gods, as long as you have a sincere heart, you will definitely be blessed by the gods.

"Since you are so lucky, why did you take away your wife's photo in your passport? Could it be that she passed away?"

"Yes, sir, because our only daughter died of scarlet fever, and she was overwhelmed with grief, so . . . "

Poirot withdrew his passport, got up and patted Michel on the shoulder.

"Sorry, this topic is a bit heavy."

"So, I'm going to change the subject to something lighter."

"Which passenger was the last to return to his room after the train left Belgrade on the night of the murder? Show me the picture."

As Poirot said, he took out from his pocket the Calais carriage map that Michel had prepared earlier.

On it, the check-in information of each passenger is also marked.

Michelle looked at the map, pointed, and said: "Uh...at about 1:30, I remember seeing the British colonel saying good night to Mr. McQueen outside rooms 3 and 4 , and then he went back to his box No. 15 and never came out again."

"And after that?"

"There was a lady who came out after that, but I was a little distracted and didn't notice which room she came out of. Anyway, when I saw him, she was walking towards the dining car."

"Then she's back?"

"I didn't pay much attention because I seem to remember someone was ringing the bell."

"Speaking of ringing the bell, I remembered that I heard a bell last night. It was Mr. Ratchett. After you knocked on the door, the other party said that he had a nightmare. Immediately, it seemed that someone else's doorbell was rang."

"Yes, sir. After Mr. Ratchett finished pulling, Princess Dragomirovna also called me, saying that she wanted me to help her servant over."

"OK, let's stop here, Michelle [thank you!"

Michelle nodded and got up to leave.

When Michelle left, Dr. Constantine couldn't help but said: "Mr. Poirot, I think Michelle is the murderer? Only he has a spare key, and he can enter and leave the room at will, and no matter how he enters and exits, he can be without witnesses." witness."

"But what about the knife that killed Mr. Ratchett?"

"Isn't it easy, just take a handful from the kitchen or the dining table!"

"What's the motive? What's the relationship between Michelle and the Armstrong family? And, don't forget, although he has a spare key, the door is still chained. I opened the door with him, and it can't be faked!"

The second interrogator was McQueen.

"McQueen, I now know the real identity of your boss!"

"What identity?" McQueen looked curious.

"He is the murderer who killed the five members of Armstrong's family! And you have served a devil for a whole year."

"What? Sir, is what you said true? My God! If I had known this, how could I work under him? I'm dirty! I wish I could kill him myself!" McQueen was angry, mixed with regret.

"And did you do that, Mr. McQueen!"

"What do you mean, sir?"

McQueen looked up abruptly, his eyes fixed on Poirot.

Poirot smiled.

"It's nothing, I mean, even if you are the murderer, you can't handle the situation on the scene alone. However, your performance has cleared my doubts from me.

"Meaning..... I can go?".