In the second box, the old gentleman was sitting in front of the desk. On the desk was a suitcase of firearms. He carefully cleaned the gun body with a white silk cloth. There was a bottle of expensive oil next to his elbow, and the parts scattered all over the table had been cleaned so that they could reflect light.
"A gun dealer?"
The man on the roof climbed back while thinking, looking at the third box. The old gentleman who was cleaning the gun pointed the muzzle at the roof and put it down with a smile.
Box No. 3 belongs to a middle-aged gentleman. At this time, he is lying on the bed, holding a book with exquisite style in one hand, and resting one hand on...
Jenkins has the book, too, under his bed.
"Damn it, since I received this mission, I haven't encountered anything satisfactory."
He cursed again in his heart, completely oblivious to the fact that the man reading in the box was actually looking at him through the book.
Box No. 4 belonged to an obese lady. This time, I didn't see any pictures that hurt my eyes or spirit. But the lady is sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed in a strange posture, three silver spheres are suspended in front of her.
"Oops!"
He hurriedly looked away to prevent the Bestower from finding him... but he has already found it.
After a long time, nothing happened before carefully looking towards the last box.
The young woman had already fallen asleep, and the accompanying maid just opened the door carefully and walked out at this moment. The curtains were pulled up, and there was no light in the box, but the man was sure that this was the goal of the mission.
"very good."
He thought about how he planned to get into the car.
The service in the VIP compartment is very considerate. In order to better entertain the guests who paid gold pounds, there are special conductors sitting in front of the compartment, ready to solve the troubles for the guests at any time. Although it is impossible for him to be here all the time, it is still a bit too risky to enter directly through the window on the side of the carriage corridor.
"The best way is to enter from a certain box, and then quietly wait for the conductor to leave."
He knew very well that although the target of the mission was an ordinary person, she was carrying a special item that she didn't even know about. This item enables the woman to have a premonition of danger, and her window is too close to the window of the benefactor, so it is absolutely impossible to enter directly through her window.
Looking at the other four boxes again, the old gentleman in No. 2 has a gun, so he is not an easy opponent at first sight. If No. 4 is a benefactor, he can be directly ruled out. In this way, only the two perverts No. 1 and No. 3 are left.
After thinking about it for a while, I realized that the man in Box 1 looked weaker and had a student-like face, so it should be easier to attack.
He crawled carefully on the roof of the car again, even holding his breath in order to avoid being discovered by number four.
When we reached the top of Box 1, it was past midnight.
He leaned his body out from the roof of the car, and then bent down. Sure enough, through the gap between the window and the mountain, the man and the cat were still in their original positions, and they should have fallen asleep.
The loud noise made by the train completely covered the mantra he was chanting, his fingers approached the wooden window, and penetrated the wooden structure into the room. With a light hook to the side, the lock was opened.
Fingers played a lullaby in the air, making the action safer, and then grabbed the bump on the roof and flipped into the box.
As soon as he stood firmly on the **, he saw a pistol in front of him.
Boom~
Just at this moment, the train whistle sounded again. Except for the old gentleman next door who shook his head with a smile, no one noticed the murder happening here.
Jenkins touched Chocolate's head, and then looked at the body lying in the bed. His sheets and quilt were completely polluted, and the man still had a surprised expression on his face.
"Today's luck is really bad..."
He had just escaped embarrassingly from Loen, and before he had time to think about what happened just now, he saw Chocolate fiddled with the air with his paws. Looking up along its paws, it was clear to see the man directly above the box.
"Who the hell wants to kill me?"
He couldn't find the slightest clue to this question, "Could it be that the conflict between the church and the royal family has become so serious?"
Looking at the corpse at the side again, he found the wallet from his body, and took off the bone whistle with a strong yellow aura around his neck, and the other things remained unchanged.
"Sure enough, after arriving in Beldylan, I still don't want to leave the church. God, this is really too dangerous."
Pressing his hands on the face of the corpse, the flames burned the face beyond recognition. Then he took off the coat of the corpse and cut it in half with scissors, wrapped his hands and feet, and pushed it out of the car window.
It was very unlucky to be rolled under the wheels. When the last carriage left, only some mutilated limbs were left lying quietly under the double moon.
I found an excuse and asked the conductor for a brand new quilt, and the night passed easily. The killer-like man didn't know the reason at all, and he didn't seem to have any companions, but his appearance destined Jenkins to spend a journey of fear.
The rest of the journey was uneventful. Although Jenkins went to Ruen twice to complete the etiquette training, Miss Miller did not show any abnormalities, but whenever he and the short lady looked at each other, even his ears would turn red .
Miss Stuart was still very fond of asking about Mr. Williamette, and Miss Miller hinted that Jenkins might say more. The plan of the two is to let the princess discover their identities by herself, so they don't care about leaking.
Since the new book was mentioned in the last communication, Miss Stuart is also very interested in "Frozen".
It happened that Jenkins was also going to ask Miss Miller to help proofread the manuscript, so he wrote another copy with reading and writing combined with memory.
He could see that the maid Julia was already doubting the authenticity of the identity of "Mr. Poirot". It's only a matter of time before her identity is revealed, but I don't know what kind of expression Miss Stuart will have when she knows that her pen pal is right in front of her eyes.
In addition to reading, Jenkins occasionally played a game of cards with two gentlemen in the same car. The three of them are not good at gambling, so the ante bet is only 1 shilling, and after a few days of playing, they almost all win or lose.
The books he brought have become the best form of entertainment. Both Dad and Miss Audrey have assigned study tasks, and Hathaway’s notebook should also be read, otherwise one day in the future, if they talk about this matter, once they are found knowing the etiquette But if you are not very familiar with the content in the notebook, then this friendship may be over.