Black friday

Chapter 52 β10 Final Conclusion

"Is justice delayed, justice?" It was the ending of the "Murder on the Orient Express" that prompted Reid to ask this question.

Clement smoothed his hair, didn't say much, he knew - he always knew, what a determined and powerful person Spencer was, maybe looking at his shy face and saying this didn't convince him at all force.But Clement never needs to convince anyone, he will only accompany his partner, sow the seeds of black magic where he can help him, and accompany him to explore the results of the problems he cannot solve.

It's just that simple.

At this time, Detective Poirot finished the first conclusion, as written in the book - this conclusion failed to convince everyone, Dr. Constantine even punched the table hard, making everyone jump .

"No!" Dr. Constantine said, "No! This is wrong! It is untenable! There are too many loopholes and mistakes in this conclusion!"

Detective Poirot gave him a deep look and said, "Don't worry, doctor."

"That's what I'm about to say, and I have a second conclusion," he said.

【"But don't forget this conclusion too quickly. Maybe you will agree with this first conclusion later."】

Detective Poirot's second conclusion is very complete, it relies on all the people involved in this case, Detective Poirot fully demonstrated his meticulous thinking at this moment, he reasoned the case from language and living habits .With the help of Christie's hand hidden under the pillow|snatch to expose the lie of the male servant-Mr. Ratchett didn't take sleeping pills before going to bed. He knew that he had many enemies, and he even found them in the first time on the express train The famous Poirot detective, wants to hire him to protect himself.

However, Detective Poirot had such a bad impression of Ratchett that he refused the job as he wanted to.And so, Ratchett followed his own premonition into danger - and died for it.

From this point of view, both the male servant and the secretary are very suspicious. Who drugged Mr. Ratchett?

"We can postpone this issue," Poirot said.

Poirot said: "My ears once happened to catch a bit of gossip - the conversation between Colonel Arbuthnot and Miss Debenham, whom he affectionately called Mary. Obviously, this shows that the relationship between the two It's intimate."

"But on the other hand, they pretended that they only met a few days ago on this train, unfamiliar and polite... just shouldn't have that kind of intimacy and familiarity."

"This is also a very strange thing."

"Let's talk about another witness. From the testimony of Mrs. Sweden, she was lying. Her testimony told me that there was a reason for her to fabricate an event that never happened. It just proved that several people Suspects in the testimony that don’t match everyone’s conditions—and don’t exist at all.”

Poirot slowly sorted out the investigation process of this case, and opened up all the complicated and difficult points for everyone in the dining car to see.

Finally, Poirot said this sentence: "On this express train bound for the East, there are no murderers, only people who need to be reborn."

Mr. Bouc smelled a little disturbing breath from it, he moved his sitting position and said, "What do you mean by that?"

"As we said earlier, are there [-] or [-] suspects here?" Poirot said.

"The answer is twelve, which is the number of twelve jurors." Poirot counted them one by one: "It seems that there are thirteen suspects, including the conductor, but there is another reason - no one involved in the murder The person must be the one identified as most likely to kill. I mean the Countess."

"The twelve members of the jury correspond to the eleven passengers and one conductor on this express train. Not to mention the conductor, the origins of these eleven passengers are more or less related to the Armstrong family."

"This is obviously not a coincidence, but a deliberate trap. A train compartment that is suddenly full during non-tourist seasons, and the true and false relationship between you, these chances are condensed together at this moment-this is Not only is it irrational, but it's also impossible for it to happen without a reason."

Poirot concludes: "So, we can look at it as a perfect mosaic, where each person plays his or her assigned role, and everything is very cleverly arranged... Then, everyone pokes Ratchett, Twelve knives, this is the jury's trial for Ratchett. Ratchett died."

As soon as the words fell, the people who were confessed to the end by Poirot's words made their voices heard. They were all like this, and each of them explained the reason for their participation.Among them, Mrs. Sweden also stood up. She claimed the identity of the mastermind. She is the Grandma of Little Daisy Armstrong and the Mother of Linda Arden.

Her voice is full of heavy and complex emotions. The pain buried for many years and the nostalgia for the deceased relatives have been fermented in her chest for too long. When she releases them, it is a deafening question mark, which is to wake up the autistic A wake-up call to the soul.

Undoubtedly, this is very contagious and sound, it is enough to make people in the world who still have a human conscience shocked by its own energy - numb hands and feet, unreliable like a guilty conscience drunk.

Unless they do something about it, whatever, whatever.You know, busy people don't necessarily have work to do, but those who don't have work to do must be the ones with the least confidence in the crowd.

[Mr. Bouc clears his throat and says: "In my opinion, Mr. Poirot. The first inference you make is correct--certainly. I propose that when the South Las Vegas police come, this is our conclusions that can be provided.”

"Dr. Constantine, what do you think?"

"Of course I agree." Dr. Constantine was more blunt than him: "As for the medical reasoning, I think—er—I can make one or two correct adjustments."

"Then," said Poirot, "the conclusions are already in front of you, and I can take my leave with honor."]

The crowd slowly dispersed, and most of their expressions were similar, which was difficult to describe with a single eye.

Poirot paid no attention to this anymore, because Clement and Reid held him back.

When Clement wants to flatter someone, he can always tell the other person in a heartfelt and true manner—because it is indeed his truth, the truth, no matter how untrue it is, people with eyes can hear it It will be moving when you come.

Detective Poirot is no exception.

"How could it be so exaggerated?" Poirot declined with a smile, winked funny at Clement and Reid who were looking at him, and said, "I'm not a policeman like you, I'm just a retired policeman. private investigator, invited to solve the case, and then told the 'most reasonable' truth."

"I also want to hear from you, Detective Poirot," Reid said.

Poirot said, "About the case?"

Reid said: "It's not. Regarding this case, your attitude has been very straightforward, and I have no doubts."

"Then ask me, let me think about it," Poirot said.

Reid licked his lips, subconsciously grabbed Clement's hand, and asked, "Detective Poirot, what do you think is justice?"

Poirot sat down on the seat opposite them. He pondered for a long time before he said: "Generally speaking, justice means that when I was a policeman, I tried my best to catch those criminals who committed crimes. From my point of view now— — I have to say, retirement was a great option, I found my true self in the job of detective.”

"The justice I think is not procedural justice, but rigidly following the legal rules." Poirot said: "In that case, there are too many murderers who can cunningly escape trial!"

"The justice I pursue should be substantive justice." Poirot said: "I am not an executioner, and I will not execute executions in private. That is what vigilantes love to do. I just explore the truth and tell the world. Of course I can't change it. The world's thinking can't refute one or two laws that may be seriously wrong, but at the very least, I stick to my own justice."

Reid nodded and said, "Exactly."

"Detective Poirot, thank you for your willingness to answer my questions."

Poirot humbly said, "Where, I am honored to answer your questions."

Afterwards, Detective Poirot left the dining car.

Clement asked Reid: "How?"

"'Justice delayed is never justice. The second meaning of justice in law is efficiency

'. "Reid inevitably frustrated: "Perhaps as Detective Poirot said, all I can do is to do my duty and do my duty well." "

Clement combed his loose hair with his fingers, and said: "It's not just you, it's you - you have a group of best friends, don't you? Let them hear that you are so frustrated, and you will definitely be bullied by them later It's over."

Reid was laughed at by him, he imagined the scene, Morgan must be the first one who hooked his neck and said he was going to hit someone, then Emily, Hotch... Everyone will express their support in their own way and encouragement.

Reid said, "Clement, you're right."

They didn't bring up this topic any more, but took a tour in the express train. Anyway, the Orient Express is also an iconic attraction. In the eyes of the fans of Detective Poirot, both Clement and Reid have some childish intentions of looking up.

A day later, the police from South Las Vegas arrived and rescued the Orient Express.

"Now, the train is about to start." Poirot said, looking at the pleasing couple, "Gentlemen, are you going to take the train with us and leave here, and you are still going back to find your broken car and wait for the police to come to help? "

Clement refused, "No trouble, Detective Poirot."

"We're going to get out of the car right now," Reid said.

Clement and Reid held hands, supported each other and jumped off the train like a conjoined couple. The two of them walked over the train tracks, stood on the white to flooded snow, and waved goodbye to everyone in the window.

Poirot took off his hat, revealing the bare top of his head.

Clement and Reid laughed at the same time, and Clement gave him an old-fashioned goodbye, saying, "See you next time, Detective Poirot."

Reid waved his hand like a lean maneki-neko.

The cracked frost flowers on the four corners of the car window were mottled by Poirot's breath. He looked at these two young and outstanding figures and said, "Take care on the road! Two gentlemen."

"I look forward to seeing you again."

……

Clement led Reid through the colorful passages, and stepped out of a door in such dazzling light, that door was created by black magic from head to toe.

When the two went out, the door disappeared.

Clement picked up "Murder on the Orient Express" on the desk, and turned the book to the title page. On the title page was a bunch of immature handwritten signatures.

Clement said, "You asked me before why Detective Poirot remembered me."

Reid said: "Yes, you also said that it was written by Uncle Gomez."

"Not necessarily." Clement pulled out the quill that stood on the silver seat on the table, and said, "There is another reason."

Reid watched Clement write his name smoothly next to his signature, and said, "Is that the reason?"

"I signed the marriage certificate here, and you are mine. Of course you can enjoy the rights I can enjoy." Clement said: "It's also good for Detective Poirot to remember to 'meet you again' next time!"

Reid: "..."

He smiled helplessly at Clement, and said, "Well, Clement, you are the most important—"

Reid imitated Clement's technique and said, "You can say what you want."

The temperature in the study was rising little by little, and Clement's eyes seemed to melt into hot pools, which made Reid's heart melt along with it.

Clement clamped Reid's jaw, the movement was mandatory, but with the gentle force of cotton.

They were about to kiss.

The door of the study was knocked.

As soon as Clement turned his head, he saw Thing standing on the doorknob.

When Thing saw him coming, he pointed out the door and went downstairs.

Clement asked, "What's wrong?"

He raised his voice a little.

Downstairs, Wednesday's voice answered: "There is a funeral at home!"

"Bai Yueguang of UncleFester is dead, Bigcousin, come down and prepare to celebrate!"

"Funeral?" Clement turned to look at Reid.

Reid shook his head.

They looked at each other in blank dismay, stopped making out, and walked outside hand in hand.

The sky and the earth are big, and the funeral is the biggest.

This is the Addams culture.

The author has something to say:

I just finished writing it now!Posted ww non-stop

This chapter briefly writes a lot of reasoning, almost directly advancing from the process to the ending... I can't guarantee that you can read it clearly, so if you have any questions, you can just say www

This work comes from Jinjiang Literature City. Welcome to www.jjwxc.net to read more good works