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Chapter 107 Extra Story: Love and Travel, Endless (2)
That man was an eye-opener. How could people in country A think that a publicity photo exposed state secrets?
He exclaimed: "Son, you are too powerful."

But the little guy didn't appreciate it very much, he pouted and muttered, "It's just very simple."

The saxophonist next to him was very surprised: "Son, how did you have such an ability?"

"Daddy taught me." Baby Yan raised his head, proud and happy, "My daddy is the most powerful person in the world."

After finishing speaking, Wu Wu's eyes rolled, and she turned around and leaned forward to kiss Zhen Ai, "Mommy is also the best."

After Yan Su came back from the bathroom, the clarinetist also came back.In the hallway, she happened to meet a handsome man who had just gotten into the car and was about to go to the dining car for lunch.The handsome clarinetist brushed past him and smiled at him as a greeting.

She had just returned to her seat when she heard the violinist snort sarcastically: "Wandering."

The clarinetist raised his eyebrows: "What did you say?"

The violinist doesn't look at her, but at the saxophonist: "Your girlfriend was flirting with a handsome man just now!"

The sax player frowned, and the clarinet player pursed his mouth innocently: "No, it's just a greeting. I didn't think he was very handsome."

Yan Su kept looking at Zhen Ai's side face looking out of the window, and after hearing this, she turned around, "Actually she lied. She thought the man who passed by just now was very attractive."

The three people arguing looked over strangely.

"When she walked towards the man, she deliberately pulled her long hair to the side away from the man, and the side closer to the man exposed the entire neck. This is very suggestive. When passing him, the corridor is very Narrow. Generally, women will subconsciously turn their backs to men, which is subconscious self-protection in the sense of gender. But when she turned sideways, she faced the man head-on, and her chest brushed past the man’s arm.”

He calmly listed a bunch of evidence, and everyone in the car was dumbfounded.

"SA!" Zhen Ai glared at him.

Yan Su picked up the water glass silently: "Pretend I didn't say anything."

But the saxophone player got angry and left his seat to sit at the pianist's table.The clarinetist looked embarrassed and ugly, and hurried to chase after him to coax him.

Yan Baobao raised his head, looked left and right, his thin eyebrows were pulled into a ball, what happened to the adults?
In the afternoon, the train left the colorful fields where blue and yellow meet, and entered the dense forest with gurgling water and bright sunshine.The forest blocks most of the afternoon sun, and beams of light among the green trees come in through the panoramic glass.The train seems to be passing through the green tunnel of light.

It was very quiet in the car, only the chirping of birds in the forest could be heard.

Yan Baobao is leaning against the large floor-to-ceiling glass, his sparkling eyes are curious and focused, imitating birds from time to time: "chirp~chirp~"

Others in the carriage quietly enjoyed the panoramic view.In front of the beauty of nature, everyone is overwhelmed, full of appreciation and awe.

At a certain moment, there was a low and soothing sound of a cello in the carriage.

The long-haired cellist was intoxicated by the scenery of the forest, and couldn't help expressing his trembling but peaceful mood with music.Soon, clarinet, saxophone, conductor, and violin all joined in.

The music group moved with their heart, closed their eyes, and played a forest symphony mesmerized.

The melodious music is like sunshine, warming everyone's heart; like spring water, nourishing and cooling everyone's thoughts.

During afternoon tea time, Baby Yan ate another ice cream.Although Zhen Ai only allowed him to eat one ball, he was still very happy and ate another small piece of lemon pie.

Zhen Ai sliced ​​a lemon pie for him, twisted his pouty face, and said softly: "Eat so many sweets, be careful of bugs eating your teeth."

"His personality of eating sweets is exactly the same as yours." Yan Su said.

Zhen Ai pursed her lips and ignored him.

After a while, the waiter came to take away the plate.The subsequent journey was also uneventful, until half an hour later, the train drove back to the wilderness.

Zhen Ai looked at the colorful fields of green, yellow, blue, and red, and was completely attracted by the natural colors.

At some point, she turned her head and saw Yan Su frowning, her eyes fixed on the music group.Members gather to play poker.Zhen Ai thought that Yan Su was counting cards.But he said, "The clarinetist went to the bathroom."

"so?"

"It's been three minutes."

Zhen Ai was taken aback.Everyone in the music group was playing cards, maybe the time passed so quickly that no one paid attention to the clarinet player, even the saxophone player was concentrating on the game.

Zhen Ai got up and walked to the end of the carriage.One restroom was empty and one was locked and occupied.She knocked on the door a few times, and half a moment later, she had a bad premonition in her heart.

There was no response from inside, and the door lock couldn't be opened.

A group of people gathered around the bathroom to watch the waiter open the door.Inside, the clarinetist hands down on the toilet bowl, motionless.

The saxophonist was about to rush forward, but was stopped by Yan Su.He checked her pulse, looked at her face, and said, "Dead. Poisoned."

Everyone was shocked, and the saxophonist cried out in grief.

The pianist was puzzled: "Is it suicide? Because he had an argument with the saxophone player just now, and he ignored her?"

Cellist: "Not at all."

The pianist pointed to the bathroom: "She's the only one here. No one can come in. Except the waiter has the key."

The waiter was startled: "It has nothing to do with me, I have been taking away the plates, and besides, I don't know her."

"That would be suicide," said the pianist.

Soon, the police arrived.

The marshal inspected the scene and listened to what everyone said. After the clarinet player went to the bathroom, only the saxophone player went in that direction.The marshal pointed to the saxophone and said, "If she didn't commit suicide, or you went to talk to her and poisoned her. After she closed the bathroom, the poison died."

The saxophonist was stunned: "Why should I kill her?"

"Because you had a quarrel with her."

"no!"

Yan Su, who was squatting on the ground to check, said lightly, "Excuse me, why did you lock yourself in the bathroom again after the clarinet was poisoned?"

The marshal was speechless for a while.

Yan Su picked up the lipstick on the ground with a handkerchief: "There is highly poisonous potassium cyanide powder on the top. The deceased was poisoned to death by the lipstick while applying makeup."

"So that's how it was poisoned." The policeman slapped his head and sighed again, "It's hard to find out. Maybe someone applied the medicine before she got in the car, and the murderer might not be in the car."

"Yes." Yan Su got up and glanced at the music troupe, "The clarinet player also touched up her makeup after lunch. At that time, nothing happened to her. I think the murderer is very clear that the clarinetist has the habit of touching up makeup after eating and drinking. Between lunch and tea. The deceased's lipstick changed."

"The murderer must have a bottle of potassium chloride powder in his hand." The marshal regained his energy in an instant, "No one in this compartment is allowed to leave. Take out everything and search for it."

Yan Su was just about to say no, but after thinking about it, he fell silent.

Soon, the male and female marshals divided into two groups and searched all the belongings and bodies of everyone in the compartment.The seats, vases, trash cans and even the restrooms in the entire car have been searched.But did not find.

The marshal was surprised: "Why?"

Yan Su said: "It's inconvenient to carry poison with you. And poisoning the deceased's lipstick in the car is difficult to conceal."

"You can't poison in the car, and it's not like poisoning before getting in the car. So what's going on?"

Yan Su: "Put poison in a lipstick before getting in the car. After getting in the car, exchange this lipstick with the deceased's."

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes widened: "I see."

"The replacement lipstick should be exactly the same as the deceased's original one. Otherwise, the deceased will find out the difference." Yan Su said, "If you find the same lipstick as the deceased, the owner of that lipstick is the murderer."

However, the marshal still frowned: "Just now when we checked the potassium cyanide container, we searched everything, but didn't find lipstick. Except for the deceased, there were 3 ladies in the compartment. But these 3 didn't use cosmetics. Gentlemen Not to mention them."

Yan Su remained silent, walked a few steps, picked up the violin, and played it slowly.

Zhen Ai hugged the baby and explained to everyone: "He is used to this when he thinks about problems."

Everyone didn't think there would be any turning point, although a death in a secret room became extremely simple under his explanation.But now that he can't find lipstick, his idea is undoubtedly a fantasy.

The marshal thought for a while, then looked at the saxophonist: "It's still you, you threw the spare lipstick into the toilet."

The sax player is wronged: "That will clog the toilet."

The marshal had nothing to say.

Just when everyone thought they were going to fall into a dead end, the sound of the violin stopped abruptly, and Yan Su said quietly: "When you played the symphony just now, I felt that the tone of this violin was not right."

He unscrewed the strings and reached inside the body with a handkerchief.Soon, his hand stopped, as if breaking it.

When he took out his hand, there was a lipstick on the handkerchief that was exactly the same as the one used by the deceased.

All eyes were on the violinist, whose face was pale.

Yan Su: "As long as you check this lipstick, you can find the biological traces of the deceased."

The violinist bowed his head: "Yes, it's me."

Saxophone in disbelief: "Why?"

The violinist raised his eyes, misty with tears: "I met you first, and I brought her to the troupe. I treated her as a good friend and told her how I like you. But when she knew it, she immediately Go after you. Tell me about the love between you every day. I'm not angry. But yesterday, she told me that she doesn't like you at all, and only chased you because I like you. She is too hateful, I can't forgive you!"

The saxophone player was dumbfounded.The others also fell silent.

When the train arrived at the terminal, the violinist was taken away by the police.

Yan Su and the others got out of the car, and the waiter caught up: "There is still a suitcase in the car, which one of you forgot your luggage?"

The people from the music group checked, including the saxophonist and the violinist: "It's not ours."

Yan Su and Zhen Ai did not miss anything.

Turning around and taking a step, a light suddenly flashed in Yan Su's mind.The handsome man who got on the bus was gone.

"I'll go up and have a look." Yan Su patted Zhen Ai on the shoulder, and immediately returned to the carriage.

The box left behind was indeed on the man's seat.No lock, just two hasps.

Yan Su went over and opened the buckle, about to lift it up, and saw that Zhen Ai was standing on the platform outside, smiling quietly at him in the sunlight through a large piece of glass.

Yan Baobao sat on the suitcase, looking up at his father.

He also smiled back, turned the box around, and the lid blocked Zhen Ai's view.

There was a musical instrument in the box, but it was not from the music group just now.Because, that is a Chinese classical musical instrument, pipa.

He turned the lute over.On the back, there is a fresh mark just engraved, a "+" sign.

Years ago, he received a pocket miniature pipa on the steps of the Columbia campus, with a small "+" sign engraved on the back, which is an ancient calculation method, the number 7.

It was announced that he would be the seventh person to die in the sexual fantasy case.However, when the six people in front died one by one, he survived.

Now, the physical version of Pipa is here again.Pipa means: die young.

Yan Su put the pipa back steadily, closed the box, and said to the waiter, "It's not mine."

The waiter scratched her head: "Sure enough, the music group left it behind." She picked up the box and chased after it.

Yan Su stood in the empty carriage, smiled at Zhen Ai who was outside the glass, turned around and got out of the car.Zhen Ai on the platform also turned around and went to meet him by the car door.

He walked in the car, and she pushed the suitcase and the baby and walked under the car.

The sun shines on the glass, gorgeous and transparent, as if it doesn't exist.

(End of this chapter)