I Develop A Detective Game And The Police Call Me To File

Chapter 204 Stone Hammer Clue

"Take it easy, McQueen. I want to ask, do you know Mrs. Armstrong?"

"To be honest, not only do I know each other, but I'm also very familiar with it."

"Oh? Tell me about it in detail. I'm very interested."

McQueen once again browsed his own background story and briefly summarized.

"My father was the prosecutor who handled the Armstrong kidnapping case. Mrs. Armstrong and her husband came to our house twice to discuss matters related to the ransom... At that time, under such circumstances, her daughter was kidnapped, and she still I haven't forgotten to care for a young man's dream... She even said she would write to me, but unfortunately, she passed away before I could wait for her to write to me!"

As McQueen spoke, his eyes were slightly red, and he buried his face between his hands.

"What a pity! She is such a gentle and kind person, she is like a loving mother to me!"

"Mr. McQueen, please forgive me for asking a question. Do you love your mother?"

"Of course, she died when I was eight years old. Does this have anything to do with the case?"

"No, it's just the night when we were in the same car, I heard you calling several times in your sleep-Mom.'

"Yes, I often dream about my mother."

"By the way, sir, I want to ask, how did you know that Ratchett is Cassetti?"

Poirot smiled, and said mysteriously: "Remember what I told you? I can read the information on the burning paper, and the information above tells me that Ratchett is Cassetti

"Is this magic? Why can you still read messages from the burnt note?"

"No, it's just a small trick."

Seeing that McQueen still wanted to continue asking, Poirot signaled that he could go.

Looking at McQueen's back, Constantine immediately said excitedly: "It's him! It must be him! He has sufficient motives. You can see how much he loves Mrs. Armstrong. "It's right for someone who treats her like a mother!"

"No, Mr. Constantine, my point of view is exactly the opposite of yours. Just because Mrs. Armstrong is gentle and kind enough, so McQueen must not be the kind of violent person

Teacher Ma didn't speak, but bowed his head in deep thought.

The two people currently being interrogated speak in the same way, and even know the background stories of the characters.

According to the urine nature of the game, everyone should not know, but need to explore by themselves.

But the other party not only knew it, but was very familiar with it.

Does that mean from another angle that they are actually real NPCs? Not players?

Not long after, Bedos came down under the leadership of Michelle.

"How do you do, Mr. Beddoes, sit down."

Beddoes nodded and sat down opposite Poirot.

"We are not interrogating, but simply talking, so Mr. Beddoes need not be so serious."

"Um."

"Did Mr. Ratchett lie down when you brought the valerian last night?"

"Yes, it's Ratchett's habit."

"Then what did you do before you left?"

Beddos recalled, and quickly told all the details of last night.

"At that time, when I got to the room, I brought him the valerian wine. He was reading a note, and then asked me to put the valerian wine on the table. He asked me at that time, saying that the note was Didn't I put it up? I replied no, but I asked him to tell me what was on it so that I could help him refer to it, "but he refused me straight away."

"Then I asked him if there was anything else, and he said no, and when I was about to leave, he asked me to call McQueen over."

"I opened the door and went out. At the end of the day, I asked him what time to call him tomorrow. He said ten o'clock! After that, I went back to my room and never came out again."

Poirot continued: "Is this his usual routine?"

"Almost, when you wake up every day, you must drink a glass of amber sober wine, as you have seen before. y

"OK, after you called McQueen, go back to your room to sleep, you sleep on the lower bunk, and your upper bunk is Foscarelli, right?"

"Yes, I was reading a book at the time, and he asked me... I rejected him directly, because I would rather read a book when chatting with him."

"After that, you fell asleep?"

"No, sir, I didn't go to bed until four in the morning because of a toothache.

"Ah? What about your upper berth?"

"He snores all the time, it's annoying!"

…ask for flowers……………

"OK, one last question, how did you meet Mr. Ratchett? How long have you been employed by him?"

"I got to know him through an employment agency, and it's been less than two years now."

"What did you do before this?"

"I'm a soldier, in Scotland."

"Do you know anything about the Armstrongs?"

"I know, no one will forget that shocking tragedy."

"Then do you know that the dead Ratchett is Cassetti, the culprit who caused the death of five members of Armstrong's family! What do you think about this?"

"I think next time I find a job through my career, I also need to know the background of the master. Avoid serving such a bastard again, it makes me feel sick."

"OK, thank you, Mr. Beddoes, let's stop here for our conversation today."

"Okay, sir, then I'll leave first!"

Looking at the back of King Bedos leaving, Constantine swore: "The murderer must be him, he is Ratchett's servant, and he must have put the coma medicine in Ratchett's valerian wine, so he can kill him." Drop Ratchett."

"What about the time of the crime? Sir, we can't just guess about the case.

"Hahahaha, that doctor really made me laugh!"

"I don't think it's funny at all. That Constantine is obviously you, me, him... Can you still laugh now?"

"Yes, I was right, every time I reasoned, I couldn't help guessing that the other person was the murderer.

"It doesn't matter if it's a typical soul culprit or not, as long as there is a little bit of it, it can be guessed."

Next up for interrogation was Mrs. Harbart.

When Constantine heard the name, his head got big.

Poirot's face was also very ugly.

Obviously, this annoying monster talks too much!

Not long after, Mrs. Hubbard sat opposite Poirot, walking with enchanting steps.

"Ma'am, I'll just go straight to the point and not talk nonsense.

"OK, that's exactly what I think too."