After I was reborn, I became a great writer

Chapter 340 Are They All Murderers?Yes and no!
At seven o'clock in the morning, Ye Feng came to the door of Chen Tianhong's room with half-opened sleepy eyes. When he knocked on the door, he hesitated for a moment, then turned and said to Jin Zhongrui.

"Old Jin, is it not good to ask Hongwen to wake up so early! He may have been writing late last night, why don't you let him sleep longer?"

"It's getting late. They say that breakfast at seven o'clock in the morning is more meaningful than going to bed. Tianhong doesn't like food very much! Let's take him out to eat."

Jin Zhongrui also had heavy bags under his eyes, but he seemed to be in good spirits, especially when he pushed Ye Feng to knock on the door, he gave people a feeling of eagerness and excitement.

"Well, I remember that sentence, it seems that the sunrise at seven o'clock in the morning is more meaningful than sleep!"

Ye Feng muttered something in a low voice, but he didn't refute, and gently knocked on the door.

Not only Ye Feng and Jin Zhongrui, several of them detective writers slept very late last night, the reason is naturally to discuss the plot of "Murder on the Orient Express", from big to predicting who the real culprit is, to a certain character's dialogue , there is any special foreshadowing in his demeanor, and there are doubts in it.

It continued until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and finally Lu Huaiyi said, "No matter how much we talk about here, the story is not written by Hongwen. I think it would be better to ask him about the setting tomorrow!"

His words finally made everyone end their quarrel and choose to go back to their rooms.

It's just that after they returned to the room, they were still thinking about the follow-up plot of the story, then I don't know, anyway, as far as the current situation is concerned, there are Jin Zhongrui and Ye Feng.

"Boom, boom, boom"

An orderly knock on the door woke up Chen Tianhong, who was sleeping soundly with his pillow in his arms.

"Who! It's early in the morning."

Chen Tianhong complained and lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

He is having a sweet dream, although he is thousands of miles away from Yifei, but he can "sit on the pillow and have a dream for a while!" Well.

"Brother Ye, you go down to have breakfast first, I will go after I sleep."

After opening the door and seeing Ye Feng, Chen Tianhong thought he was here to have breakfast, and getting sleep is more important than delicious food.

"Tianhong! Did you get too tired from writing the book last night? How do you think about the follow-up story? Just say what Calvin said, and we can help you give advice!"

At this time, Jin Zhongrui, who was hiding behind Ye Feng, showed his old face with a rippling smile.

"Yeah, I'm quite tired, Mr. Jin. The story is still short of the end. I've already thought about it. There are still some details that need to be worked out. I want to sleep for a while and recharge my energy before writing."

Without batting an eye, Chen Tianhong began to lie all over the place.

Last night, he did code until one o'clock in the morning, but he was just fishing. In fact, he was chatting with Liu Yifei via video. There was only one topic in the chat, and he tricked Yifei to come to London to find him.

And under his three-inch tongue, Liu Yifei finally agreed to come over the day after tomorrow, and that time will happen to attend Kimpler's award ceremony.

"I've already thought about it! Then you say."

Jin Zhongrui was about to ask about the follow-up setting, but when he saw Chen Tianhong yawned a lot, he changed the words that came out of his mouth.

"Then you can go to sleep again! Send the written one first, and I will help you read it, Tianhong, don't sleep too long! I have to go to the exchange meeting in the afternoon."

"Got it, Mr. Jin, I'll send it to your TT number right away."

While talking, Chen Tianhong walked to the desk in the room, turned on the computer and began to operate.

Jin Zhongrui waited to confirm receipt of the document, and then asked Ye Feng to help close the door.

"Hey, Mr. Jin, aren't we going out for dinner?"

After closing the door, Ye Feng turned around and saw Jin Zhongrui walking towards his own room, he was a little confused.

"Wait, wait, I have to read the follow-up story first, if not, I will help Tianhong's staff."

Jin Zhongruina was still in the mood for breakfast, but after saying this, he had already entered the room.

"This old man."

Ye Feng was very speechless, he called him up early in the morning and told him to go to eat, but in the end he was used as a tool man, and now that his goal was achieved, he was thrown aside again.

This is still the old man who took care of him back then, maybe yes, but now the person who took care of him was replaced by Chen Tianhong.

The reality of the world is nothing more than that!
After a battle between heaven and man, Ye Feng also gave up the idea of ​​going downstairs to eat, but he didn't go back to his room to read novels like Jin Zhongrui did. Like Chen Tianhong, he continued to catch up on sleep.

In fact, Jin Zhongrui is the only one who can maintain enough energy and mood to read novels so early.

At this moment, he has followed the plot of last night and continued to read.

After listening to Poirot's account of Armstrong's kidnapping case, everyone basically confirmed the fact that the businessman died of a vendetta, and the murderer was probably not one person, at least a man and a woman, so that the wounds of different strengths could be explained.

Immediately afterwards, Poirot, the director, and the doctor set up an interrogation court in the dining car, and Poirot, as the leader, interrogated the "suspects" separately based on the details of the case and a series of questionable evidence.

First the conductor was questioned, then the merchant's secretary and his servant, Mrs. Harbart, the Swedish nurse, etc. Thirteen suspects (twelve passengers, one conductor).

Each person's interrogation takes up a chapter, which is written in great detail, but also intricate, so complicated that people can't remember it if they only use their brains, because there are too many clues and foreshadowing.

"How does Tianhong's brain grow? His logical thinking is too meticulous. He is a born detective writer!"

After reading these chapters, Jin Zhongrui sighed sincerely. He had two pages of paper in his hand, on which he recorded the clues and suspicious points of Poirot's interrogation of each suspect.

The doubts in the interrogation generally include the following. Whose handkerchief was found at the scene of the crime?
Whose pipe cleaner is it?

Is the time that the gold watch in the pocket of the businessman's pajamas stays the real time of his death?
How many people left the twelve stab wounds on his body?

What is the relationship between the murderer and the Armstrong kidnapping?
Through the interrogation of everyone in the story, several important clues were obtained.

Mrs. Harbart said that she suspected that the murderer had sneaked into her room the night before (note: this is why Poirot heard her quarreling with the conductor before), and then she found another button of the conductor's uniform when she woke up in the morning.

The pipe cleaner found in the dead man's room probably belonged to the Colonel, the only pipe smoker in the carriage.

The handkerchief may have belonged to the old Russian lady, who still had a hidden identity, but she also had an alibi.

And several passengers indicated that they had seen the woman in the red kimono during the time of the businessman's death, so it was obvious that this was an important suspect.

At the same time, Jin Zhongrui, like the protagonist Poirot, made a timeline based on the dictation of these people, summarizing everyone's whereabouts before and after the incident, but even this still puzzled him, and there were too many doubts.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that the businessman can't speak French, which means that the time of death of the businessman will be earlier. When Poirot heard the groans that night, the murderer was in the box.

Not only Jin Zhongrui was confused, but Poirot, the protagonist in the book, also fell into confusion. This case is different from the previous ones.

Because he is quite in a closed environment and cannot provide effective information with the help of the outside world, that is, he cannot determine the authenticity of the identities of the thirteen suspects. He can only infer from the information they describe. This kind of judgment method that relies entirely on logic, too hard.

The director of the old friend made a suggestion to search the luggage of all passengers, and Poirot predicted that they would definitely find the conductor's uniform with fewer buttons and the mysterious red kimono
While they were arguing about this, Mrs. Hubbard suddenly came running in to say that she had found in her luggage the blood-stained murder weapon, an imitation Oriental dagger.

Poirot and the others hurriedly searched the box to which they belonged, and unexpectedly found that the room was a secret room when the incident happened.

The director didn't hesitate any longer, and directly arranged for his subordinates to search every passenger's room, but after several rounds of searches, just as Poirot predicted, there were no other discrepancies.

This made Poirot even more irritable. When people are irritable, they will habitually look for spiritual support. Men's spiritual support is nothing more than women, tobacco and alcohol, so he went back to his box to get cigarettes.

But after opening the suitcase, I was surprised to find that the red kimono was neatly placed on the upper layer of the suitcase, with dragons embroidered on it, which was a blatant provocation.

The original words of the book read:
【Poirot said to himself: "It seems to be the case, this is a challenge, well, I will take up the challenge."】

This concludes the second part of the novella written by Chen Tianhong.

After reading this part completely, and then associating with the content of the first part, and combining the clues he sorted out, Jin Zhongrui probably had an outline in his mind.

There are at least two murderers, one is a small man pretending to be a conductor (all conductor uniform buttons on the Orient Express are not missing, so it is a disguise).

The other was the tall woman in the red pajamas (as evidenced by multiple witnesses).

The development of the case is likely to be like this. The murderer got into the car halfway and committed the crime before 12:30 in the middle of the night. At that time, the groans from the businessman woke Poirot up. At the same time, he heard the sound of walking and water. It was the murderer cleaning up. At the scene, the electric bell was accidentally pressed, which attracted the conductor to ask, and the murderer replied in French.

After the conductor left, the murderer entered Mrs. Harbart's box through the connecting door and put the murder weapon in her bag, but accidentally left the button in the room.

After the little murderer fled, the woman in red pajamas came over and found that the businessman was dead, so she had no choice but to make up a few knives to vent her anger. This is the reason for the different wounds.

Judging from the current witness and material evidence, this is basically a fact.

Let alone Poirot, even Jin Zhongrui thinks it's not just that, there are really too many doubts and loopholes.

The most inexplicable thing is that the road is blocked by heavy snow, and no one can get out of the train, so why can this little woman in red pajamas disappear out of thin air?

Not to mention the testimonies of the thirteen suspects, which were also contradictory.

Jin Zhongrui was extremely entangled, and he could only deduce this by logical reasoning from the existing testimony and evidence.

To really solve this mysterious case, it depends on how the great detective Poirot locates the real culprit through everyone's testimony and evidence. Of course, the source lies in Chen Tianhong.

At this moment, the doorbell rang, and it was Ye Feng and Lu Huaiyi who called to go downstairs for breakfast. It was already past nine o'clock for breakfast. It was obvious that these people were all affected by last night, and they made up more than two hours of sleep.

"Tianhong?"

Jin Zhongrui saw that Chen Tianhong was not among them, so he asked.

"Old Jin, I asked. Hongwen said that his breakfast has already been delivered to the room by the waiter, and he has to hurry up and finish writing the rest. Oh, yes, he also said that we should not disturb him lightly. .”

Ye Feng replied truthfully.

"It's like this! Xiaoye, what do you think after watching the second part? Do you think the murderer is as it seems?"

Jin Zhongrui turned to ask Ye Feng's opinion.

"Ugh, I haven't finished watching it yet. Mr. Jin, why don't we talk after dinner?"

Ye Feng was a little embarrassed. He went back to his room and went straight to catch up on sleep. He didn't watch the second part at all. Where did he go?
"I haven't finished it yet. Okay, let's have dinner first, and let's discuss it together after dinner, Xiaoye, you can pass the second part to some of them as well."

Jin Zhongrui didn't say anything, he couldn't deduce it himself, and Ye Feng probably did the same, so he couldn't disturb Chen Tianhong, so he could only brainstorm.

The next breakfast was the fastest meal Ye Feng and the others ate. Because Jin Zhongrui kept urging them, they took a few bites in a hurry. After barely filling their stomachs, they returned to Jin Zhongrui's room to start researching.

Chen Tianhong in the other room was still soundly asleep. He slept until after ten o'clock, and then he remembered that there were still tasks to be completed today, so he got up lazily, turned on the computer casually, and managed to finish the "Oriental" before twelve o'clock. The final ending of Murder on the Express was written, and then copied into a USB flash drive.

"10 minutes to 12 o'clock, perfect end."

Chen Tianhong looked at the time, pulled out the USB flash drive in satisfaction, patted his belly, and felt hungry.

He didn't eat breakfast, and what he said to Ye Feng was simply afraid of being disturbed and wanted to sleep more.

Now that the task is completed, you can go downstairs to have lunch. After eating, go to the exchange conference and let the group of Westerners see what it means to "borrow flowers to present Buddha" and "learn skills from barbarians to control barbarians"!
After walking out of the room, Chen Tianhong thought for a while, and felt that eating together would be more lively if there were more people, so he knocked on Jin Zhongrui's door.

After knocking for dozens of seconds, the door opened slowly. The person who opened the door was not Jin Zhongrui, but Lu Huaiyi, and he heard the sound of a fierce argument.

Before Chen Tianhong heard what they were arguing about, Lu Huaiyi pulled him into the room in surprise, shouting loudly.

"Hongwen is here, the author himself is here, please stop arguing, just ask him and you will know the truth."

Lu Huaiyi's yelling finally made the room quiet again, but it only lasted for less than three seconds.

"Tianhong, I have a bold guess. Are the murderers twelve people? Only in this way can the ending have a shocking effect."

"Old Jin, you are too bold. It is impossible. I still think that the colonel and Mary are the real murderers. The conductor and the tall American also participated and perjured them."

"No, no, the murderer is the businessman's secretary and servants. Only they can make the businessman take sleeping pills. The Swedish nurse is the lady in red pajamas. She made the last knife."

"Hongwen, are they wrong? In fact, the murderer is the director. He planned everything."

"Hongwen."

Jin Zhongrui, Ye Feng and the others surrounded Chen Tianhong and expressed their conjectures one after another. They had been arguing for a long time, and no one could convince the other.

"Cough! Cough!"

Chen Tianhong coughed twice.

Everyone in the room looked at him, waiting for his answer.

"Elder Jin's prediction is the most correct. Except for Poirot, all the passengers are murderers!"

Hearing this, everyone's eyes widened in disbelief, and then they heard it again.

"But yes and no!"

ps: I read the Orient Express novel for a day, and I burned my brain. Sorry for the lateness.

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