"Men always have their eyes on the pot while eating from the bowl." As soon as the man left, Diane couldn't wait to complain.
Jian Jing smiled and said, "This is very important. I have a little experience. When men evaluate women, they usually have a strange filter. Men are more accurate when they look at other men."
Diane immediately asked, "Are you talking about Mr. Che?"
"The deceased was a person who was willing to suffer a loss. This can lead to many motives for murder." Jian Jing stopped there, "Let's move on to the next one."
She stuck her head out and asked the steward at the door to call someone.
Mr. Meng is here.
He was thirty-nine years old, and his figure and appearance were the best among the three men. But as soon as he came in, he frowned at the environment and looked at Jian Jing critically.
In an instant, his impatience disappeared, and he asked with narrowed eyes, "What do you want to ask?"
Jian Jing pretended she hadn't heard anything before: "What is your relationship with Mr. Che? Are you familiar with each other?"
President Meng said, "It's OK. We are partners. We are quite familiar with each other. But if you ask me who wants to kill him, I will know more clearly."
"How is your relationship with him?" Jian Jing's tone also became casual, as if she was chatting.
President Meng pondered for a moment and said, "To be honest, he is a good partner. He is energetic, ambitious, and courageous. But as a friend, I really like this kind of person."
"I heard you guys have had some conflicts recently?"
President Meng: "That's true. We had a quarrel over the company's business. You probably think I killed him, right?"
"Just a routine inquiry." Jian Jing smiled slightly.
"I didn't kill him. What good would it be to kill him? Would his shares end up in my hands?" Mr. Meng asked back, "If you ask me, which woman did it?"
Jian Jing asked curiously: "For example, car rental?"
"Women, when they get emotional, become hysterical and kill people on impulse. How strange." Mr. Meng sneered, analyzing it clearly. "Men are much the same. A death like his is something most men would do."
What a prejudice! Diane cursed in her heart, but she managed to hold it back and turned to look at the little princess.
Jian Jing, however, showed no sign of being irritated, but looked at him with great interest. Diane didn't know how to describe it, it was like a big cat that saw a small bird and was preparing to hunt with great enthusiasm.
"So, how do men kill people?" she asked.
Mr. Meng was unaware and continued: “Run him over with your car, or stab him with a knife, or hit him with your fists.”
Diane twirled her beads and interrupted, "That's very kind, but how do you know he was killed?"
"How stupid I am again." President Meng laughed. "Although no one has said it, it looks like he died of a heart attack."
"If it's a woman, who do you think it was? The car owner, the bag owner, or someone else?" Jian Jing asked.
President Meng was annoyed and said cunningly: "This requires evidence. I don't have any evidence, so you are just making random statements."
Jian Jing blinked and said, "It's okay to just guess."
Mr. Meng admired the beauty's appearance almost openly and said very nicely: "Based on my experience, the one who wants a man to die the most is his wife."
"I'm curious about what you would think of Bao," she said.
President Meng immediately satisfied her and commented on her wantonly: "A woman who loves to attract men. I dare say that she relies entirely on men to survive. He wanted to subdue such a woman, but there was no way, he was bewitched by her and had to marry her, tsk."
Diane turned her head, wanting to see him.
Jian Jing asked: "Have you seen the lady sitting behind you?"
Mr. Meng recalled briefly: "Maybe. Oh, maybe it was one of his girlfriends, who knows."
Jian Jing nodded and ended the conversation: "Thank you for your cooperation."
"You're welcome. This is my business card." He left his contact information familiarly and said, "It's okay. Just making friends. If you want to contact me, you can call this number anytime."
Jian Jing smiled and said, "I will ask you something later. Thank you."
President Meng looked down at her and left only after he had satisfied himself.
Diane said "Pah" and muttered, "Pervert."
"Everything has its pros and cons. Men like this usually have sharp tongues." Jian Jing stretched lazily, went downstairs to ask the stewardess for a bottle of iced Coke, drank several gulps, and then let out a comfortable sigh.
"Okay, there's one last one."
She called the female model over for a second round of questioning.
The female model was impatient: "What else do you want to ask?"
"I know you are the deceased's lover." Jian Jing said straight to the point, "You concealed your identity and followed the deceased all the way to the plane. What is your purpose?"
The female model opened her eyes slightly, and said in shock and coldness: "Me? Stalking? What a mess."
"Then the deceased bought you a ticket so that you could go to the tryst openly?"
The female model curled her lips: "Why should I tell you?"
Perhaps it was because the air pressure was too high, Diane suddenly became irritable and took a few deep breaths to calm herself down.
"If the deceased had been with you last night, you would be the biggest suspect." Jian Jing said slowly and quickly, "Then you will get everything and you will be in a lot of trouble."
"He died on the plane. What does it have to do with me? I was so far away from him!" the female model said confidently, "You should ask his grandmother. She was right next to him."
Jian Jing said: "Have you used the toilet today?"
The female model asked provocatively: "So what if I've been there?"
"You left your seat, so you are suspected of murder." Jian Jing said matter-of-factly, "If I were you, I would cooperate with the investigation. Of course, when a young wife meets an older wife, it's hard for her to suffer. Isn't that right?"
"What can she do to me?" The female model muttered, but her attitude was a little more cooperative. "It has nothing to do with me. What good will it do if I kill him? It will be a huge loss."
Jian Jing asked: "How long have you been together?"
The female model stretched out her hand and boredly touched her shiny nails: "Three months."
"Is he nice to you?"
"It's just so-so." Even though the man was dead, the female model was still stingy and mean. "I only have 10,000 yuan a month for pocket money. I can use his card to buy bags and clothes. He just lent me his car and it took him a month to transfer it to me. Ha."
Jian Jing thought for a moment and said thoughtfully, "It's a bit stingy."
Diane: 10,000 yuan is too little. My salary is only 18,000 yuan.
"Really?" The female model seemed to have found a confidant and became excited all of a sudden. "He said he would take me to Dubai this month, but suddenly changed his mind and said he was going on vacation with his family. What should I do? I've already told my girlfriends. If I can't go, how embarrassing it would be."
Diane: “…”
Jian Jing cleared up many of her doubts and asked, "So that's why you want to go with me?"
"He said I was a quiet person, so he let me use the card as I pleased." The female model was upset. "There was only one million in the card. How many bags can I buy with it? Fortunately, it's more than usual, so I'll let it go."
Diane: Only one million? If I had that much money, I could pay a down payment right away... How could I be so depraved
She secretly warned herself not to be led into the ditch.
"So, you were together last night?"
The female model said: "This is so weird."
"Tell me what you did today."
The female model recalled reluctantly: "Nothing, he got up early in the morning, asked me to pack my things, and then he complained that I was not good at it. He called my wife and said that he had to bring this and that. Then he turned around and said to me - you say he is sick, he thinks his wife is good, why does he come out to have a mistress?"
Jian Jing was amused by her and said, "That's true."
"After about nine o'clock, he left, and I started to pack my things, eat, and then go to the airport." The female model reported the daily account dryly, "Then there was security check and so on, you know."
Jian Jing nodded: "When he left you today, did he show any signs of feeling well?"
The female model curled her lips and said, "He drank too much last night and was exposed to cold wind. He complained of a headache this morning. I took his temperature and it was over 38 degrees. He must have a fever."
As she spoke, she suddenly became alert: "He did it himself. I didn't poison him."
"I didn't say that." Jian Jing said, "How many times have you left your seat since you boarded the plane?"
"Two or three times. Go to the bathroom to wash my facial mask or something."
"Before or after the meal?"
"After eating, I went to rinse my mouth, and fell asleep when I came back."
"Well, did you talk to the dead?"
"No, he's so comfortable, why should I get into trouble?"
Jian Jing nodded: "You can go back now."
The female model walked away in a pair of high heels that fit her feet very well.
Diane asked, "Who's next?"
Jian Jing said mysteriously: "Next, I have a task to entrust to you."
Diane's eyes widened: "What mission?"
"We still have a few people to question, the Bao family's nanny, the deceased's secretary, and their translator." Jian Jing said, "I hope you can talk to them and find out what the deceased did in the past 12 hours."
"Me alone?" Diane was surprised.
"Too many people will easily arouse their vigilance, so just chat casually, like you gossiping in the tea room." Jian Jing said, "If it's convenient, remember to ask them what they think of each person."
Diane took a deep breath, feeling uncertain but extremely excited. This reminded her of her first day at work: "Okay, I'll try."
"I believe you will be fine." Jian Jing patted her shoulder, "You are Mr. Kang's most capable assistant."
Diane: “…” It turns out that you believe in the boss’s light.
I bumped into it.
She left full of energy.
Jian Jing drank the remaining Coke and returned to the scene.
After the body was found, she had already conducted a preliminary investigation of the crime scene. Since there was no one around the deceased and the first-class seats had more space, the scene was preserved relatively well.
The deceased was covered with a blanket and a mask, sleeping on a pillow, wearing disposable slippers issued by the plane, and the small table on the side was open, with a cup of warm milk on it. There were traces of drinking on the edge of the cup, and some unmelted powder remained on the wall of the cup.
It is currently known that: 1. The deceased died of cyanide poisoning; 2. The milk was poisoned and had a faint smell of bitter almonds; 3. The deceased had been sleeping with his head covered, and if he was bumped by Diane, it would be difficult for others to notice anything unusual.
But the deceased was in the first row, next to the bathroom. On the way to the toilet or while waiting for the person inside to come out, he could just turn slightly to the side and sprinkle the medicine into the warm milk.
In other words, anyone can do it, as long as they leave their seat.
In addition, the flight was originally scheduled to depart at 15:05, but was delayed by 50 minutes due to weather conditions, and boarding did not begin until 15:53.
The chief flight attendant saw the deceased go to the bathroom at 18:40. The plane started serving meals at 19:00 and he was the first one to sit. The flight attendant confirmed that he was still alive at that time.
Diane discovered the body at around 20:50, and rigor mortis began to set in. The body had been dead for more than an hour.
In other words, the time of death was between 19:00 and 19:50.
In terms of social relationships, the deceased had cheated on his wife many times and kept a female model, which made his wife very angry. She cheated on him with Mr. Bao, who had seduced the deceased. Mr. Meng had a conflict with the deceased over company matters.
Is the murderer among these people
Who killed him