Faced with the sudden question, Mrs. Bao calmly replied, "I don't know. In fact, I don't think anyone wants to kill him."
He also asked back: "Isn't he having a heart attack or a stroke?"
"No, I can tell you for sure that he was murdered." Jian Jing said, "In your opinion, does Mr. Che have no enemies?"
Mrs. Bao shrugged gracefully: "I don't know what kind of enemy would want to kill him. Maybe none, maybe many."
"Let me ask it another way. Who will benefit from his death?"
Mrs. Bao smiled: "My husband and Meng Yu."
Diane asked, "Why not Mrs. Che?"
"Hui Ying? I don't think she would kill anyone. She is the kind of person who can endure." Mrs. Bao said, and actually took out two candies from her loose apron, peeled them and put them in her mouth, squinting her eyes like a little girl, "She is a good woman, loyal and faithful, always maintaining her dignity..."
Jian Jing said: "Perhaps Jianzhen's comment is not accurate."
"Oh, you mean you and my husband." Mrs. Bao smiled slightly, revealing a strange sharpness. "You want to take revenge on me, on your husband. To be honest, you surprised me a little."
Diane couldn't help but: "Aren't you angry?"
"Of course, it's my husband who's cheating." Mrs. Bao sipped her candy and said casually, "This has nothing to do with murder. I either kill my husband or him, but I won't kill my husband."
"I heard that Mr. Che's attitude towards you is different from that towards other men." Jian Jing hinted euphemistically.
Mrs. Bao said, "That's what Huiying said, right? You really hold a grudge. But your husband is not a loyal and good man."
"Why?"
"He likes women who are easy to control, like Huiying, who is also smart, and he can solve that problem through marriage. When he meets someone he can't handle..." Mrs. Bao lifted her hair, a hint of pride between her brows, obviously pleased with her own charm.
The woman's evaluation of the man was particularly harsh: "He was scared. He didn't think about conquering, but retreating, pretending that nothing had happened - oh, he is a gentleman, he has not wavered at all."
He looked at the two young girls and gave them a life motto: "Men are usually selfish and stupid, but they are more interesting when they fall in love."
Jian Jing said: "You like being surrounded by them."
"Why not?" Mrs. Bao asked, "Isn't it fun to watch them act silly?"
"So, you have no hatred towards Mr. Che?" Jian Jing returned to the topic.
Mrs. Bao said, "Sacrificing your life for a man is like giving up the entire forest for a tree. Maybe I'm not smart enough, but I never do stupid things."
Jian Jing smiled: "Thank you for your cooperation, I have finished asking questions."
The beautiful figure walked down the escalator, like a white crane flying into the distance.
Diane couldn't wait to speak: "Teacher Jian, can you believe what you said?"
"Maybe." Jian Jing was not quite sure.
Diane asked hesitantly: "He doesn't look like someone who would kill anyone."
"Mrs. Bao and I are a little too deep in our thinking." Jian Jing propped up her pillow and leaned against the wall, her slippers dangling on her toes like a circus acrobat. "I thought you were a woman who did whatever she wanted. Once you were angered, you wouldn't care about the law or morality. You would always make the other person pay. But from your tone, that's definitely not the case."
"I thought you hated Mrs. Che." Diane scratched her head with a pen, very puzzled, "You defended me, how strange, we should be considered rivals in love, right?"
"Human nature is complicated." Jian Jing did not force anyone to be justified, but focused on the main point. "He was disdainful of the deceased. I have not found any motive for the time being - strange."
Diane, already very Watson-conscious, immediately asked, "What's weird?"
Jian Jing said: "This case has two characteristics. First, poison was used. Second, the murder was carried out in a closed environment like an airplane. Diane, the modus operandi is the most direct expression of the murderer and will reveal many clues."
Diane pondered, "Does poisoning mean that he doesn't have the energy to kill?"
"It was a very important factor, so I gave priority to the two ladies."
Jian Jing nodded and analyzed in detail: "Mrs. Che knew the deceased's physical condition very well, and the deceased had been in prison for some years. If she wanted to kill her husband, she could have used a more covert method, such as chronic poisoning. Unless there is an extremely urgent reason to kill him as soon as possible, we have not found any relevant signs at present.
"Then there's Mrs. Bao. It's possible that she wanted to kill the victim for some reason. Would she choose to poison him? It's possible. Love and poison are often mentioned together - at least in literature. Is an airplane a suitable choice?"
He sighed and said to himself: "What bothers me most is this question, why here?"
Diane, of course, had no answer.
Fortunately, Jian Jing didn't need Watson's answer and said, "Okay, let's hear what the men think."
blinked and smiled mischievously: "I bet that the story from a man's perspective is completely different."
You hit the nail on the head.
The first male to appear on the scene is Mr. Bao.
He was about forty years old, thin, with short hair and slightly graying temples. He looked older than his actual age, but he seemed very silent and reliable.
"Please sit down." Jian Jing made an inviting gesture and suddenly sighed, "Things are too bad, aren't they?"
Diane glanced at him in surprise. The young lady's expression was completely different from when she had just questioned the two ladies. She was no longer calm and sharp, but sentimental and gentle instead.
Mr. Bao seemed to be fooled and smiled bitterly: "Who said it wasn't?" He paused and asked, "The stewardess was not clear about it. Was it sudden death or..."
"At this point, we can't rule out the possibility of murder." Jian Jing stared into his eyes, "Do you know who the deceased had a conflict with?"
Mr. Bao hesitated and said, "Conflict? Are you talking about quarrel or something else?"
"Arguments, disputes, disagreements, family, relatives, friends, employees..." Jian Jing reminded.
Mr. Bao said: "If I must say, he and Lao Meng have had a few arguments recently, which is normal. It is related to the future development of our company. The two people have different ideas - but it is impossible to kill someone."
"You say normal? Do they quarrel often?" Jian Jing asked deliberately.
Mr. Bao waved his hand and said, "They have different plans for the company, and neither can convince the other. It's not that they just don't get along. Of course, Lao Che has a hard temper. I've told him many times."
Jian Jing asked with interest: "How do you say that?"
"Alas." Mr. Bao rubbed his face and said, "He just doesn't want to suffer any loss. In fact, most things can be let go. Don't be too harsh. It's not easy for everyone. Lao Che never gives in. He is a bit unforgiving."
Jian Jing was just surprised: "What's the matter? Can you tell me more specifically?"
Mr. Bao hesitated and said vaguely, "Let me put it this way. There is an employee in our company who is not very disciplined and has some connections with our competitors. In my opinion, he has not been exposed to any confidential information, so he can just be fired. But Lao Che refused and insisted that he cannot make it in the industry."
"Then what?"
"That person came to our company several times to cause trouble, so we had to call the police and detained him for a few days."
Jian Jing seemed to be thinking about something, and then asked, "How does he and Mr. Meng usually end their quarrels?"
"I say let's make peace. After all, we are old acquaintances, and it will be over if both parties take a step back," said Mr. Bao.
Jian Jing asked: "You think it won't rise to the level of murder?"
"you think too much."
He nodded, then changed the subject and asked, "I heard that the deceased's personal conduct was not very good. Did he have any emotional disputes?"
"Ahem." Mr. Bao said awkwardly, "Yes, he has several...close women."
Jian Jing said: "For example, the woman sitting in the back row of your class?"
Mr. Bao felt even more uncomfortable: "Maybe."
"You've seen them together, right?" Jian Jing's tone was calm, not aggressive, and her attitude was firm, not giving him a chance to avoid it.
Mr. Bao nodded in agreement.
"Have they had any disputes?"
"I don't know. I don't usually pay much attention to him."
Diane couldn't help but interrupt: "What about his wife? How is his relationship with her?"
Mr. Bao thought carefully: "Like most couples, there are disagreements but also support."
"Do you think," Jian Jing asked suddenly, "that the deceased knew about your relationship with his wife?"
Mr. Bao seemed to have been hit on the head with a stick, embarrassed and flustered: "What?! Don't talk nonsense."
"Mrs. Che has admitted it." Jian Jing restrained her smile and said seriously, "Investigating a case is not a moral judgment. I have seen many extramarital affairs. You just need to answer my question - does the deceased know about your relationship with his wife?"
Mr. Bao licked his lips and occasionally covered his face. After a while, he said, "I believe he doesn't know."
"Why?"
"He trusted Huiying too much and didn't care about her enough. She always took care of everything. He thought she was a perfect wife and was very relieved, so... he ignored her as a matter of course."
Mr. Bao tried to defend himself: "Once Xiaobao was hospitalized, and I was alone in the hospital to take care of him. I called Lao Che to come over, and he said he had an important meeting - 'Hui Ying will take good care of the child', he told me something, and then it was almost time. I was worried, so I went to the hospital, and I saw him crying."
He was angry for her and also felt sorry for her: "Huiying is very capable. A man who marries her doesn't have to worry about family matters at all. Being capable and taking on responsibilities alone are two different things. I really... I feel sorry for her. How did she become what she is now?"
Diane heard a hint of regret in his last words.
The old love is still there.
"Does your wife know?" Jian Jing asked again.
"Liying..." Mr. Bao was silent for a while, then said with difficulty, "I don't know, probably not."
"Why?"
"She is a simple woman. Maybe she never thought that I would betray her." Mr. Bao said bitterly, "She never thought too much. She thought I was kind and she sympathized with Huiying."
Diane: “???”
If I hadn't just asked your wife, I would have almost believed it.
Jian Jing asked: "Do you love your wife?"
"Of course, I was fascinated by you." He seemed to have forgotten that the person in front of him was a young girl, his eyes dropped to the ground, "Love and marriage are two different things. Liying is like a child who will never grow up. I thought it would be much better to have a child, but she hasn't changed at all. She doesn't look like a mother at all."
Hearing this, Diane couldn't help but flip through the passenger list.
That’s right, the Bao family brought their own nanny, but the Che family did not.
"When the child cries, you don't know how to comfort him. When he has a fever, you don't panic and just give him some medicine. Other people's children have already started looking for early childhood education classes, but you have never even thought about it..."
Mr. Bao was talking when he suddenly fell silent.
Diane was full of complaints, but she held back. On the other hand, Jian Jing was used to it and asked, "So, you don't think the death of the deceased was related to a relationship dispute?"
These words brought Mr. Bao back to reality.
He said, “I don’t think so.”
"Thank you for your cooperation."