NovelSearch Chapter 176
Chapter 176
Teacher Ma's live broadcast room.
"Everyone, did you see that Bianchi has stepped into the trap I set up step by step."
"I'm sure they'll come out with the pillow I smothered Poirot in a moment and correct me!"
"At this time, I can further blame Cassetti!"
"66666..."
"Let's see if sister Zhou has a way to break the game!"
"I didn't expect Teacher Ma to be so thoughtful."
"I underestimated Mr. Ma, I thought he was just playing masturbation.
soon.
Sister Zhou came out with Hardman with a pillow.
Seeing this scene, the corners of Teacher Ma's mouth slightly raised.
Sure enough, everything was developing according to the steps he expected.
What happened here quickly attracted the attention of all the passengers in the Calais carriage.
Moreover, the person who died was Poirot, a world-renowned detective. This kind of incident will definitely attract the attention of high-level officials in various countries and cause shocks in the world.
Therefore, some people have suggested that after the train arrives at the next station, the local police should come to investigate immediately. 17
Sister Zhou naturally knew how to deal with it this way, but she had a task ahead of her, and she had to figure out the whole process in advance before handing over the murderer.
Beddoes: "Mr McQueen, what's going on here?"
Teacher Ma shook his head: "I don't know, when I woke up, Poirot was gone!
"Oh, my God, what bloody beast is doing it to M. Poirot."
Miss Olsen kept crossing herself as she spoke.
Colonel: "We must catch him, such a vicious criminal! He must be tried by the law!"
Hubbard: "If my second husband were here, I would definitely catch him. Although he is not good at many things, his reasoning ability is also top-notch!"
"What a fine man M. Poirot is, to be murdered like this! I am willing to cooperate with all my strength!"
Ratchett watched from the side without speaking.
Frowning, he swept across everyone on the field, and finally stopped on McQueen.
He was thinking, is Mr. Poirot's death because he was persecuted by someone who wanted to assassinate him because he asked him to help protect him this morning?
At the same time, does the other party also use this method to warn himself?
It shows that he can only wait for death quietly, and all resistance will be futile.
All of a sudden, various intertwined emotions swirled in Ratchett's heart, making him very irritable.
"Mr. McQueen, how do you explain? You won't tell me that you left the stain on it?"
Sister Zhou held the pillow and stared at Teacher Ma with burning eyes.
"Mr. Hardman has just found out that my dear friend Poirot . . . "
Before Sister Zhou finished speaking, she was interrupted by Hardman: "Mr. Bianchi, do you want me to ask?"
"Oh, okay."
Sister Zhou was stunned for a moment, then nodded blankly.
Hardman circled around McQueen twice, and asked with a smile: "McQueen, what's the matter with the stain on the pillow? I checked Mr. Poirot's body, and he didn't have any wounds on his body, and he didn't struggle too much. trace."
"And from the stain on your pillow, I have reasonable grounds for judging that it was you who covered Poirot in his sleep with your pillow. Am I right?"
"No, it's not!" Teacher Ma shook his head in denial.
"There was no one in or out of the corridor throughout the night, that is to say, at the scene of the crime, there were only you and Mr. Poirot!"
"Even if I assume that someone climbed in from the car window, but even if there is this third party, he will pull out the pillow from under your head, Mr. McQueen, can you still sleep?"
"Besides, the space between the upper and lower bunks is already doomed. Even if the other party wants to cover Mr. Poirot's mouth and nose in this way, he must stand on your bed to borrow strength, otherwise the height is not enough...
"At this point, Mr. McQueen, what explanation do you have?"
Hardman looked at Teacher Ma with a triumphant smile on his face.
"Hahahaha, I guess Mr. Ma's biggest miscalculation is that he didn't expect that there was a detective in the car.
"Look at how Mr. Bo Ma checks the chopsticks in the dermatitis-sophistry."
"From this point of view, the positive side is a bit strong, there are actually two detectives; and this Hardman seems to be quite capable.
"Ah! Sister Zhou's shit luck, she's about to win."
Teacher Ma shook his head frantically: "I can't say it, if I say it, he will kill me!"
"Who's threatening you?" Hardman frowned.
"I can't say it, I can't say it, otherwise I must be the one who dies tonight."
Hardman: "Mr. McQueen, if you don't say who this person is, I have every reason to believe that you are deliberately fabricating a third person that does not exist!"
Hardman: "I have already asked Michel, the door of the Calais compartment is closed every night, which means that this is a fixed closed space. Even if there is a third person, it must be in our compartment! "
Facing Hardman's pressing every step of the way, Mr. Ma seemed to have finally collapsed.
He howled: "It's Cassetti! It's he who threatened me. If I dare to speak out, he will kill me. Mr. Poirot is my lesson!"
After the words fell, Ratchett, who was watching, jumped out immediately.
"McQueen, you're talking bullshit!" 600 "No one in the whole world knows Cassetti, yet you say that Cassetti threatened you?"
"Is there any grievance between Cassetti and Mr. Poirot? Why did you come to kill him?"
"You are all nonsense! There is no basis! I think you are just trying to find someone to take the blame for you.
"Mr. Ratchett, don't worry."
Hardman stopped Ratchett and continued to look at Teacher Ma.
"McQueen, you said that Cassetti threatened you last night, then look, those of us present, who was the one who threatened you last night?"
"It was so dark that I couldn't see clearly."
"Where's the sound?"
"He deliberately pressed his throat at the time, and I'm afraid it would be difficult to identify."
"Well, what did Cassetti threaten you with? A knife? A dagger? A pistol? Something else?"
Teacher Ma was stunned for a while, and then replied: "Hua shield!"
"Please repeat what Cassetti threatened you with last night."
"He told me that he was here to kill Poirot, and told me not to mind my own business, or I would be the next one to die! Then he took my pillow and smothered Mr. Poirot to death."
"It's over, Teacher Ma can't hold on anymore, he's about to lose!"
"Yes, this kind of interrogation method, unless it is a professionally trained person, will definitely show its feet."