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

Poirot said this.

Not only the Earl and his wife, but even Teacher Ma was shocked.

During the meal before, Poirot said that the countess was very beautiful, and if she was younger, she would definitely go to hook up with her.

So what do you mean now? Are you taking this opportunity to do things privately?

But Poirot can't be so tough, can he?

In front of a husband, say I want to see your pajamas?!

What's the difference between this and a gangster on the street saying to a girl, take off your clothes, I want to see your underwear?

"????"

"No, is this really Poirot's design?"

"The old ancestor really didn't lie to me, and he was sexually addicted! Even crooked nuts can't get rid of this curse at all."

"It's broken, the human design is broken! It turns out that Poirot is also an LSP!"

"Everyone here is pretending to be arrogant, if Poirot really got it, you don't seem to want to see it.

"Stop pretending, Uncle Poirot, I want to see it!!"

scene.

Embarrassed all of a sudden.

On the opposite side, the count was already glaring at him, ready to tear Poirot into pieces and eat him at any moment.

He is still here, and Poirot said such shameless words!!

Take him for what, air?!

Poirot wiped the sweat from his brow.

Although speaking from the bottom of his heart, he really wanted to see it, but he definitely knew when it was now.

However, I just talked about it.

Speak out your truest thoughts.

"Wait, my lord count, madam, I think you may have misunderstood. My look, not your kind of look, I just want to know what color some countess' pajamas are, and whether there are red patterns embroidered on them. Because I saw such a woman at the end of the carriage last night, but today I have been unable to find her."

"So it is! I thought Mr. Poirot was interested in my own pajamas and was going to sell you some original flavors! If so, then I will tell you directly that my pajamas are yellow in color and there is no pattern on the back."

"How did you two sleep last night?"

Earl: "I slept well."

Countess: "I also slept very well, because I usually take Thai chili on the night train."

"Thai pants are spicy?"

Constantine immediately explained: "Diethylaluminum dimethyl methane, a white crystal diluted with water, is a powerful hypnotic."

Powerful hypnotics?!

The moment he heard this title, whether it was Poirot or Mr. Ma, his eyes lit up.

At the time, I guessed that Ratchett lost the ability to resist before killing him.

But the corresponding drug has not been found before, and now that the name of the drug is revealed, doesn't it mean that the corresponding clue has been found?!

The countess smiled: "Why is it in your mouth, it's like poison."

"Because an overdose can indeed be poison!"

The count immediately slapped the table and shouted at Constantine, "What do you mean? Are you making me doubt my wife?"

"Don't get angry, my lord. The doctor didn't mean that. He just started from his own professional point of view... and didn't doubt what you meant. This is the end of our conversation today. Thank you, my lord and madam."

"Hmph! Old man, be more careful next time when you speak! Don't give me a bad mood!"

The count was very unconvinced, and threatened Constantine before leaving.

After the two left, Poirot bowed and apologized to Constantine.

"Hmph! I'm just telling the truth, but judging from their performance, I really doubt that it's the two of them working together to commit the crime!"

"Think about it, the twelve knives can be deep or shallow, with different strengths, and the fact that the deceased didn't resist at all, which means that they have been stunned, and they happen to have powerful sleeping medicine!"

Poirot smiled: "Doctor, do you think that if you are a murderer, you will expose the fact that you have medicine? Shouldn't the reaction of a normal person be to hold your hand tightly and "not find out with anyone?"

"Could it be doing the opposite on purpose?"

"Unless they can predict that we must know that they have this medicine, otherwise there is no need! And before that, do we have any news about this? No! So, I think the possibility of them is very small."

"Fine!"

Teacher Ma asked, "Then who shall we interrogate next?"

"Let's go to Princess Della's room. She is old and has a high status. It is not appropriate for us to call her here."

Teacher Ma and Constantine both nodded in agreement.

Soon, a group of three walked to their positions.

Teacher Ma knocked on the door, and there was a loud reading sound inside, but no one came to open the door.

Teacher Ma knocked again, but there was still no one.

"Play this set for me?"

"You have the ability to open the door, don't hide inside and don't make a sound, I know you are there! Open the door! Open the door!"

Teacher Ma got angry, and knocked continuously at a low-pitched high-frequency speed.

At this moment, it was as if Aunt Xue was possessed.

After a while, Princess Della's maid, Schmidt, came to open the door.

"So it's you two, what's the matter?" Princess Della asked in a bad tone.

"Madame, allow me to introduce you to my friend, Mr. Poirot, the most famous detective in the world!"

"Oh, I've heard of him. My bedtime stories now are all about the cases he solved. It sounds good to sleep."

Poirot coughed lightly, his face flushed slightly.

This old hag has a bit of a poisonous tongue.

"What kind of princess is this, 640 should be the pioneer of Yin Yang master?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

"This old lady reminds me of the dish name of that poisonous star who appeared in the Dragon Country Spring Festival Gala before!"

"Hahahaha, don't say it, it's really a bit of hidden thinking!"

"Will the old lady say something out of her mouth later, Poirot, you are a thousand-year-old fox, why are you chatting with me?"

"Don't talk about it, the visual sense is already there!"

"I heard that you were interrogating some murderer? What, you suspect me now? Are you coming to question me?"

Princess Della asked in a neutral tone, but it carried a kind of coercion from a superior.

In this tone, Teacher Ma suddenly felt Alexander.

what happened?

Could this royal coercion really exist?

But I've never knelt before, so it stands to reason that I wouldn't have the heart of such a slave!

Or is it because of the inherent humbleness of the character?!

At this time, Poirot stood up and said: "No, madam, you misunderstood, we just want to explain something to you."

Immediately, Poirot threw the two dogs on the bed to Mr. Ma, and sat down by himself.

"Tell me, what do you have to explain!"

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