Black friday

"'Human words, there are only lies and truth, there is no gray area.'" Clement suddenly whispered to Reid: "This is a line added by the screenwriter for Detective Poirot in a certain version of "Murder on the Orient Express" movie."

Reid took a look at Poirot and said: "Detective Poirot is indeed a person who believes in verbal reasoning very much. He uses his own brain to solve the case."

[The preparations in the dining car are ready.

Mr. Poirot and Mr. Bouc sat side by side on one side of the table, and Dr. Constantine sat on the side.

Spread out in front of Poirot is the floor plan of the Istanbul-Calais carriage, with the names of each passenger marked in red pen...

In addition, paper, ink, pens and pencils are placed on the table.

"Great!" Poirot said: "Without further delay, our court of inquiry will begin."]

Poirot called Reid who was sitting at another table: "Dr. Reid, are you interested in joining?"

Reid said: "Me? I should also be counted among the suspects?"

He looked at Clement, suspecting that this was the setting of the magic book that Clement didn't mention.

Clement said: "Don't doubt Spencer, this is Uncle's handwriting. Every time I can use this identity to participate in this case, but I don't really have much interest in it. I prefer to watch them do it."

"But you're different, Spencer." Clement chinned slightly and said with a smile, "You're an FBI, and you're interested and capable of participating."

Detective Poirot said in a timely manner: "How could it be? Dr. Reid, you're welcome, let me see your abilities!"

Reid said: "Ah, I'm coming."

He sat down near that table too, with Clement, of course.

Detective Poirot said: "First, let's hear the testimony of the conductor."

The conductor arrives, and he nervously accepts the questioning of Detective Poirot, honestly - and believably, Mr. Bouc said: "This man is completely reliable, he has been employed by the company for 14 years, he is French, he lives in Calais Nearby. He's a real guy, honest. Maybe, not so smart."

So, after seeing him, Detective Poirot asked the conductor to leave, and then called Ratchett's secretary, a young man who gave him a very good impression at first sight.However, during this interrogation, he personally broke the pale impression he left on Detective Poirot, which made Detective Poirot frown, but then he talked about the "little Daisy Armstrong abducted case" and told Reveal to him that Ratchett is the true identity of the murderer.

Mr. Secretary was shocked and very angry. With a gloomy face, he said, "This damned scoundrel!"

The secretary also left.

Poirot looked at the crowd and said, "He looks like he wants to kill Ratchett himself."

"Who's to say otherwise? No good person with sympathy would like a villain like Ratchett," Mr Bouc said.

Reid and Clement, as two people who knew the plot, kept silent at this time.

Then, following—no, in no order—following Detective Poirot's ideas, they interviewed Ratchett's manservant, a Swedish lady, a duchess from Russia, the Countess, Colonel Arbuthnot, Ha Mr. Terman, the Italian, Miss Debenham, the German maid...

Because the process is too cumbersome and complicated, it is a seamless and meticulous interrogation that cannot be described without tens of thousands of words. Here we do not describe the process in detail to "disturb the audience", but roughly consider the testimonies of all parties and summarize List their identities and suspects one by one.

"It seems," said Detective Poirot, inexplicably, "that every one of them is under suspicion, and it's a very serious one!"

"But almost all of them have someone who can testify for themselves, one, two, or more," Mr. Bouc said.

Poirot leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes, and began to think.

"Let me recap what happened," Poirot said. "Where do we start?"

"Let's start with me and Mr. Bouc."

Mr. Bouc said: "What?"

He was puzzled: "Poirot, I haven't thought of anything yet!"

Poirot said: "No, no, Mr. Bouc, you are wise, you have given us a thread."

Mr. Bouc muttered: "Well, well, but I still don't know anything."

Dr. Constantine said frankly: "To tell you the truth, I am the same way!"

Clement smiled, and Reid smiled slightly, too.

"Then let me sort it out," Poirot said. "On the first day in the car, Mr. Bouc said to me: 'We are surrounded by people of different classes, different countries, and different ages.' "

Mr. Bouc also remembered, but his head was still full of question marks: "Yes, my friend, so what?"

"At the time, I was like, 'However, if there is an accident—'" Poirot said.

"'That way, perhaps all men will be linked—linked by death.'"

Mr. Bouc said: "Now it seems that it is your crow's mouth!"

Dr. Constantine hurriedly smoothed things over, and said, "You can't say that, it doesn't have much to do with Detective Poirot."

Mr. Bouc said: "Yes, I know this too. Hey, Poirot my friend! I only hope that you can solve this case as soon as possible."

Poirot looked calm: "Hurry up, hurry up."

He turned his head and started discussing with Reid again: "Dr. Reid, you are an American, born and bred, right?"

"I grew up in Las Vegas," Reid said.

Poirot said, "That's right, that's good."

Poirot said: "Take this for example, in other cases -- I think, I think, in the United States, there is a good chance of that in the United States -- in a family, there are also twelve People from different countries, with different educations."

"An Italian driver, an English governess, a Swedish nurse, and a German servant...etc"

Reid said, "Detective Poirot, how many suspects do you think are in this car?"

"Thirteen," said Poirot.

"Either twelve," Poirot said. "Do you know what the number twelve usually stands for?"

Clement, who was familiar with the plot, raised his lips vaguely and said, "A jury of twelve."

Poirot said appreciatively, "That's right, a jury of twelve."

"Then what else?"

"About the number thirteen. A well-told story."

Clement didn't need to think too much now, and said, "The last supper."

Leonardo da Vinci's "Last Supper" is a large-scale mural that occupies a very high position in the history of painting art. Clement is an expert in painting, so he can easily do it without relying on the walking "Encyclopedia" Dr. Reid , you can say a few paragraphs casually.

Clement said: "It is said that Jesus had a dinner with his disciples before his death. The No. 13 people who attended the dinner were Jesus' disciple Judas, and it was Judas who betrayed Jesus, causing Jesus to be tortured."

"Jesus No. 13 disciples brought suffering and misfortune to Jesus. According to legend, Jesus was crucified on the No. 13 cross. number of names."

Poirot gave a long "hmm" and said, "'12' sounds more positive."

Clement smiled noncommittally, Reid held his hand, and Clement nudged in his direction, saying, "Addams doesn't believe in Jesus, and he never celebrates Christmas."

"I know," Reid said.

He thought to himself: "There is no 'dark species' more detached from the mundane and higher than the mundane than the Addmas. They are like this unattainable illusion, more fascinating than a mirage!"

Listening to their questions and answers here, Mr. Bouc couldn't sit still, and kept urging: "My friend, do you already have the answer in your heart? Have you found out the truth? Please hurry up." Tell me, I can't wait!"

Dr. Constantine, who had little sense of presence, also said, "There's still me."

He said depressedly, "I'm just wondering!"

Poirot laughed and said, "Come on, wait until everyone is in the dining car."

Mr. Bouc stood up, and he called out to the conductor, "Go get them again, don't make us wait too long!"

"Here we come, sir," said the conductor.

【All the passengers poured into the dining car and sat around the table.Their facial expressions were more or less similar—a mix of anticipation and fear. 】

Poirot said: "This picture is more like "The Last Supper"!"

The little detective twirled Precious' beard.

Mr. Bouc said anxiously: "My friend, you don't believe in religion? We don't want to hear any Bible stories either!"

"That's it!" Poirot cleared his throat and said, "Let me say that, in fact, now, I have drawn two conclusions from everyone's confessions."

["Gentlemen and ladies: I speak in English, because everyone knows a little English. Let's study the death of Edward Ratchett—Christie's pseudonym."]

Detective Poirot begins with the first conclusion.

Clement sat in Reid's direction, resting his chin on Reid's shoulder, thanks to their similar height, Clement couldn't hold Reid in his arms and put his chin on his shoulder, in fact All he could do was put his arm around Reid's shoulders, leaning against him bonelessly.

Clement said, "What's wrong?"

Reid said, "No, nothing."

Clement kissed his neck.

Reid suddenly sighed and said, "Justice that is delayed is justice?"

The author has something to say:

"Murder on the Orient Express" is actually a detective novel that must not be read later or accept spoilers before reading.It can be said that the essence of the whole book lies in Poirot's repeated questions and his flawless logical thinking. Of course, what is more important is that this story is a story with strong group portraits. Everyone has a full appearance, whether it is Both character and identity lead to the earth-shattering and surprising truth of the ending.

I can't write what moved me in this book with a few strokes, or that sentence I have no intention of retelling the plot, just want to explore some interesting things through the perspective of Clement and Reid-but it seems not very successful, I I don’t know how to describe it, it’s a food orientation (for me) and Amway orientation (for people who haven’t seen it (no, it’s too messy and I don’t want to accept Amway).

That's it (mess).

> If there is no accident, there will be more before twelve o'clock.

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