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Chapter 50 β8 Detective Poirot

"People who did evil things during their lifetime will inevitably be cast aside after death."

—— "Julius Caesar"

"Murder on the Orient Express (Murder on the Orient Express)" is the masterpiece of British female detective novelist Agatha Christie. It tells the story of the world-renowned Belgian detective Hercule Poirot who solves a complicated case for the British military when he visits Istanbul.On the way back to London, he met Mr. Bouc, director of the Old Friends International Coach Company. Mr. Bouc booked the last first-class sleeper ticket for Hercule Poirot on the Orient Express.

On the train, Poirot met all kinds of passengers, including a "beast-like cruel person"-the original words of Hercule Poirot, the rich American businessman who made Hercule Poirot come to this evaluation Mr. Samuel Ratchett told Hercule Poirot that his own life was threatened , he was willing to pay a lot of money for Hercule Poirot to protect himself, but was rejected by Hercule Poirot.When waking up the next morning, Hercule Poirot found that the train was trapped in a snowstorm, and Ratchett had died in his compartment.Later, under the appointment of Mr. Bouc, detective Poirot accepted the assistance of Dr. Constantine and launched a series of meticulous and detailed investigations into the murder.

And the story we want to watch turns on the day after the murder, when Poirot was about to start the investigation, the Orient Express greeted two fresh and strange guests.

As soon as Poirot came out of the private room of the deceased Sam, Mr. Bouc urged him to meet the two guests before he could do anything to help solve the case.

Bouc said: "You look at them first, two Americans, suddenly stood in front of the express train and asked if they could come in and take a rest."

"That sounds a bit odd," Poirot said.

Bouc said, "Maybe, do you think they are the murderers?"

Poirot didn't agree with him, he chose to see the two guests by himself.

The two guests, according to their own words, they are backpackers who came here for a self-driving tour. The car broke down at night. Helper, unfortunately, the road was blocked by heavy snow, and there were no police booths or people anywhere. They finally found the Orient Express that was forced to stop on the track. Afterwards, they come back to find their broken car.

During Mr. Bouc's rambling, Poirot walked to a second-class private room - not their compartment - a slightly larger private room that was temporarily requisitioned to let Mr. Detective handle business.But even so, after a few more people inside, it still seemed very crowded.

Poirot looked at them, observed the researchers quietly, and gradually perfected his conjecture in his mind, every detail was evidence that he could contribute to this.

One of the two young people is a mixed race with black hair and black eyes. His facial features are profound and reveal a bit of classical beauty. He is a good gene of Spanish aristocrats. His eye sockets are deep-set, his eyelashes are thick, and the corners of his eyes are slightly raised. They are a pair of graceful and beautiful He was idly looking at the surrounding furniture and walls, but every now and then he would turn his gaze back to the person beside him.Whenever at this time, some sincere smiles will be put on his gloomy and uncertain face, which makes him break out from the mysterious and difficult young handsome elegant nobleman, and become a slightly stern A cold but charismatic artist.

Poirot said to himself: "This is a painter, you can tell this from his eyes and his old fingers." Moreover, he doesn't care about the opinions of the people around him, he looks very confident , the place where the eyes stay the longest is on the companion. Poirot followed his gaze to his companion.

He was a young man full of bookishness. You said he was in his early twenties, and you said he was in his late thirties. He was very talented as a scholar, with a small head, high IQ and a shy expression. Not good at communicating with people-isn't it the common fault of those scholars?There are some exceptions... Poirot felt a surge of interest in his heart, he looked at the young man with brown hair, he greeted himself politely, his eyes were curious but not aggressive, he was gentle, harmless, with wisdom shining in his eyes This is by no means a superficial and ignorant scholar.

Also, he wasn't as obvious as his companions, but Poirot could see that he cared as much for the young man as he did for the other - a deeply affectionate same-sex couple - both well-educated and born unconditionally. Poverty, financial situation is very good, well-educated... what else, Poirot smiled and omitted those secret things, he has no intention of exploring more privacy of others.

Poirot said: "It's really rare to see each other, Mr. Clement."

"Yeah, I haven't seen Detective Poirot for a long time." Clement said, "The last time I saw you was many years ago."

Poirot's two upturned beard tips trembled, he smiled in a very senior manner, and said, "Excuse me, would you like to introduce this young gentleman to me?"

Clement also smiled and said: "This is my partner, Spencer Reid, you can call him Dr. Reid."

Poirot said, "Doctor?"

"Yes, Detective Poirot."

Reid said cautiously: "I have a doctorate in chemistry, mathematics and engineering, as well as psychology and sociology, and I am currently studying a bachelor's degree in philosophy."

"A young man who knows everything." Poirot said in praise: "Hercule Poirot, I belong to the whole world."

He observed Reid's expression, and said with a smile: "It seems that Clement told you about me."

Reid said: "Well... I said, Clement likes you very much."

He glanced sideways at Clement, with an unconscious indulgence on his face.

Clement looked at them with his head tilted, his expression relaxed and pleased.

Poirot said: "It's like this. We met him when he was a teenager. It was his uncle who brought me to meet this talented little painter. I didn't know that he has grown so tall and thin over the years."

Clement and Reid both laughed.

Bouc said, "You know each other?"

Poirot said: "Old acquaintance."

He introduced Clement to Bouc: "A young painter whose family background is ancient and mysterious...and I was lucky enough to see his paintings. I have to say that they are miracles worthy of most people's pursuit."

He reached out to introduce Reid again and said, "Here, his same-sex partner, I don't think you should have any bad thoughts, Bouc." He laughed: "He's a doctor and a—— .”

He asked, "Am I right, Dr. Reid?"

Reid said: "You are right, Poirot

Detective, I'm a police officer with a branch of the FBI. "In the era when Murder on the Orient Express was written, the BAU had not yet been established, so Reid did not specifically identify himself as a profiler.

Bouc interjected: "Detective Poirot lives up to his reputation."

He quite recognized Poirot's talent and ability.

……

Reid asked Clement, "Is this really just a book?"

He looked at the carriage and the scenery inside the carriage. Poirot and Bouc were walking in front of them, talking in low voices. Reid showed surprise, and said: "Detective Poirot and Mr. Bouc, and even the conductors, they are all like real people, micro-expressions and the feeling of these things... Clement, it's like you take me through In another world."

He asked with a smile on his face: "And, Detective Poirot knows you?"

Clement unfolded the scarf that he had brought in before entering the book, signaling to Reid to come over. The two of them habitually wear a scarf together, and it is also convenient for them to get together and whisper.

Clement said: "This is a book, but we can't say that the book is not a world."

"It's like Detective Poirot." Clement said patiently: "It's like this. When he appeared in front of us, he was alive, dexterous and wise. But we don't even know how much he has gone through when we don't know. We can think of it. And unthinkable adventures. Although in this book he only has such memories, it seems to be a game that repeats forever."

"That's the feeling," Reid said.

Clement said very Adams: "However, he can give us outside the book a completely different reaction every time, even if it is the same question, the same checkpoint, once I say something different, ask the same question but it is not the same. He will use his wisdom and past performance to prove to me that it seems to be a question with infinite mystery...he is a person who can think and change."

"You never know what storms are going to blow up in his head," Clement said.

Reid looked at him sideways for a while, the corners of his lips were sunken, and he smiled naturally: "You really like Detective Poirot."

Clement said, "Don't you like it? I remember you also read his story several times."

"I like it." Reid said, "But you also know that I have always admired Detective Holmes, and my favorite writer is Conan Doyle."

"Of course I know, you are also good at using Holmes' deductive method, discovering details to infer information." Clement kissed his nose intimately, and it was fleeting, because Poirot in front of him coughed twice in an unpleasant way.

Clement stopped fumbling and said, "Ah, my idol has always been Detective Hercule Poirot written by Agatha Christie."

When Clement talked about this matter, he was full of joy as if he had caught a small snake in his hand, with a purity that asked very little and was very easy to satisfy.

Clement said: "Detective Poirot's deduction process is always delicate to every tiny situation, never letting go of any possible details. The legendary Holmes detective has left a legacy in books in many languages ​​one after another. His stalwart life track, Hercule Poirot detective's personality charm is also beyond doubt. He is a bearded weirdo, but his rational self is not lacking in occasional narrowness. He advocates justice, but he is not an ordinary fool who can't stir up water. He is wise And erudite, reasonable, is second only to UncleGomez's reliability."

Reid's eyes widened as he listened, and said, "As far as I know, Clement, this is the first time you've praised someone so much."

"Not for the first time, you are the Spencer who can turn all my flashy compliments into reality."

Reid pursed his lips and smiled embarrassedly.

Clement bent his eyes and added, "To tell you the truth, Spencer, this is a message written by Aunt Morticia on the bookmark inside the book."

"I think so too—she's always so caring." Clement watched Reid's face gradually become weird and suppressed a smile, and reminded: "Don't let Uncle Gomez know, he will be jealous, and neither of us will." Better off."

Reid suppressed a smile and said, "Okay, I will definitely not say it."

"But the book has always been on the shelf, no one has touched it?"

Clement raised his finger, swiped at his eyes and said, "I always put this book on the shelf of 'Don't move', and my family will take good care of it for me, and they won't read it lightly."

The four of them sat in the dining room, and the short, dark-skinned Dr.Constantine also came here later. Dr.Constantine was the only doctor in this express train, and he could help a lot in the autopsy.

However, there is another saying called "long illness becomes a doctor" or "near Zhuzhechi", Poirot said, and asked Clement's opinion: "Is the idiom I used still correct?"

Clement, who is quite knowledgeable about Chinese, said, "That's it."

Clement said: "Your job is a world-class detective, why show off in front of me."

Poirot smiled kindly, "Young man."

Bouc and Dr.Constantine also smiled.

This episode blended the atmosphere between several people very well, and Poirot told Reid about the clues they had found about the murder so far.

"Dr. Constantine believes that Mr. Edward Ratchett died around one o'clock in the morning," Poirot said.

"And I, a detective who has seen a lot of corpses—similar to a 'long-term illness'—can also roughly talk about those wounds, just as Dr. Constantine said, there is nothing wrong with that."

Dr.Constantine complimented: "Detective Poirot found more than I did. He used the metal mesh on the lady's old hat box, a small alcohol stove, and curling irons to restore the writing on the burnt paper, and unearthed what happened many years ago. An old case in America—”

"You know what? Two American gentlemen."

Reid and Clement looked at each other, and Reid said, "We know that it was a tragic case, it was too tragic."

Clement naturally recounted what he saw in the story: "An event that shocked the world."

["A few years ago, Colonel Armstrong—he was British, a Medal Crosser, and he was American because his mother was the daughter of Wall Street millionaire W. C. van der Hood. He Married herself to the daughter of Linda Arden. Linda Arden was the most famous American tragic actress of her time. They lived in the United States and had one child—a girl—whom they loved dearly. In three At the age of [-], she was suddenly kidnapped, and the kidnapper demanded a large sum of money, which was almost impossible, as a ransom for her release."

Reid deleted the original words of Detective Poirot from his memory and said: "The important thing is that after paying a large ransom of 20 US dollars, the girl's body was found. She has been dead for more than two weeks. The public Her righteous indignation reached explosive point. There was worse to come. At the time, Mrs. Armstrong was pregnant with another child. After being stimulated by this, she gave birth prematurely, gave birth to a still fetus, and died herself. And Her grieving husband also shot himself."

"My God! What a tragedy. I remember it too," said Mr. Bouc. "If I remember correctly, one of them died."

"Yes—and a French or Swiss nanny. The police authorities thought she had knowledge of certain circumstances of the crime. They ignored her hysterical denials. Finally, in desperation, the poor girl committed suicide by jumping out of a window." .It was later established that she had no complicity in this crime and was completely innocent."

"It makes me uncomfortable just thinking about it," Mr Bouc said.

Poirot continued: "About six months later, this Christie, was arrested as the leader of a child abduction ring. They used to use this method: as soon as the police authorities seemed likely to find their tracks, they killed the kidnappers. Boy, bury the body and keep extorting as much money as you can until it happens."

Poirot said: "Well, let me explain this to you, my friends. This Edward Ratchett is Christie! But relying on the large amount of money he accumulated, and through the secret communication of various people, using certain legal He was acquitted of all charges. He was acquitted nonetheless. He could have been lynched by the public, which was never kind enough to let him slip through. Now, I think it's clear what happened. He changed his name, and left America. Since then he has been a gentleman at his ease, traveling abroad and living off his interest income.”]

"Ah! What a beast!" Mr. Bouc's tone was full of hatred: "He deserved his death, and I don't feel sorry for it at all!"

"But," Mr. Bouc changed the topic again, and said selfishly because of his sensible status in international buses: "Why did he die on the Orient Express? Is there another place?"

Everyone smiled, and dismissed the carelessness harmlessly.

"Let's keep calling him Ratchett," Poirot said. "His death was undoubtedly a murder, but we don't know yet whether it was done by his former opponents of the trafficking ring? Or private revenge. ?”

"That should be the next thing to investigate," Reid said.

The author has something to say:

Regarding the last chapter, you all said that it was too fast 2333, so I will add:

In other words, the stories in Addams’ second part are full of coincidences and dramas, as well as the first one. This is the tone of Addams, naive, weird and coincidental, and they don’t care about the simple romance of the world.Quiet Mimi said something they don't like to hear - that is, the core of the story is similar to Disney animation, from small to large, but more Gothic exaggerated rather than glamorous, fulfilling the dreams of big children, they are also living The magical characters in the fantasy kingdom have an extra layer of villain (false) color that is unattainable by others, which also adds a bit of indescribable charm and a completely different variety.

Moreover, in the first story, I wanted to describe the silhouettes and characteristics of each of them, which slowed down the pace in comparison, but it was still quite fast. Basically, it was a one-stroke plot and focused on their getting along with the characters. It’s the same as chapter α—I’m not going to write a long story, so the appearances of everyone in BAU are short and crisp, and the focus is on Clement and his relationship with Reid. In the case that I never forget, these three points are also the reasons why I wrote Friday.

But Debbie, there's a scene in the movie where she's watching TV and it's showing her previous crimes, so it's a classic star case, and the FBI probably has a hand in it and knows that ...There is no doubt about the follow-up, and I don't want to. I didn't think about repeating the plot in the outline, because there is nothing to write about. The movie is already good enough, so I need to add more things to the snake. In short, I can't, I'm too bad Already, Standing Hands Deng Yao.jpg

>The synopsis at the beginning of this chapter was adapted from the movie introduction. 【】Internal reference to the original text.Continue at night.

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