Diane completed her task successfully and couldn't wait to report to Jian Jing.
The little princess was preparing to eat her snack.
On a long international flight, you may have more than one meal.
The flight attendants thanked her for stepping up, and the meal was more than the original quota, with lovely cakes, hot coffee, and nut ice cream of various flavors.
The two of them discussed the case while eating.
Diane opened the notebook and reported briefly, just like every time the company held a meeting: "I have asked the deceased's secretary, translator, and the Bao family's nanny, and got the following information..."
Jian Jing choked and said quickly, "Relax, don't read the report." She complained about Kang Mucheng again, "Boss Kang and I are different. I don't like to omit information."
Kang Mucheng, who was standing next to him, heard it and glanced over: "What?"
"It's okay." She turned her head and said, "Tell me slowly. Come, have a cookie first."
Diane ate a chocolate chip cookie and drank a few sips of juice, and her thoughts became clear: "I talked to the secretary for a while. She didn't want to talk much at first, and talked about this and that. Later, she was willing to say a few words."
If you are a secretive person, you must be careful with your mouth. If you tell everyone about your boss's affairs, do you still want to work here? But on the other hand, there is a wall between bosses and employees, but employees have more in common.
Complaining about overtime, complaining about the boss, complaining about the boss’s mistress… you can instantly resonate with others.
Diane talked about her long-distance flight and the reading comprehension she had to do, slowly lowering the other party's defense. Then she pretended to reveal the secret, saying that the matter was very troublesome and it would be best to solve the case as soon as possible to avoid everyone being unlucky.
After fooling around for a long time, I finally got to the point.
According to the secretaries, Mr. Che attended a drinking party last night, apparently trying to attract new investment, dilute Mr. Meng's shares in the company, and weaken his voice.
This morning at 12:00 am, Mr. Che came to the company for a meeting. He had a cold and asked his secretary to buy medicine for him. After lunch, he took the cold medicine and the symptoms seemed to be relieved.
But while waiting for the flight, the air conditioning in the lounge was turned on high and my cold symptoms got worse again. I changed seats to avoid infecting my child.
Jian Jing made a pause gesture: "Did the deceased go to the company today?"
Diane is very sensitive to schedules because of her job. She said, "Yes, he arrived at the company at 10 a.m. and had a regular meeting as usual. He had lunch at 12 p.m. and left for the airport at 1:30 p.m."
Jian Jing asked, "Boss Meng and Boss Bao both went to the meeting?"
"Yes, but I heard that President Meng was very unhappy when he heard about President Che's social gathering last night. He left the meeting in the middle of it, causing a lot of trouble. The people below are worried that the two shareholders will break up."
"What happens next?"
"The deceased went directly to the airport to meet up with his family. Mr. Bao went home first to pick up his wife and daughter, and arrived a day later than him. Mr. Meng came directly here after leaving the company."
Diane recorded the time accurately: "Mr. Meng arrived at the airport at about 13:30, Mrs. Che and the children arrived at about 13:45, the deceased's time was the most accurate, 14:05, and Mr. Bao and his family were the latest, 14:15."
Jian Jing couldn't help but praise: "You secretaries are all so capable."
Diane smiled modestly: "It's just my job. There are chat records on WeChat, so there's no need to remember them."
"This is very important." Jian Jing nodded and asked, "Where are the nanny and the translator?"
Diane: "The nanny gossiped a lot about Mrs. Bao."
Jian Jing was very interested: "What did you say?"
"She said Mrs. Bao is a vixen, flirting with men all day long, and not taking good care of the children. She has never seen such a mother before." Diane lowered her voice, "She also said that Mr. Bao is most likely to have cheated on her husband."
Jian Jing: "How did she know?"
"I asked that question as well," Diane said. "The nanny said that after the birth of the child, Mr. Bao was somewhat dissatisfied with his wife, and was hot and cold towards her. But in the past six months, he has become particularly enthusiastic again."
She counted on her fingers: "Mrs. Bao's last dress was out of print in China, so he went to several second-hand stores when he was on a business trip and finally bought it; she liked Japanese dumplings, which I guess were wagashi, and she flew to Japan on her birthday to buy several boxes; this afternoon, they could have come by themselves, but Mr. Bao went home to pick them up, took care of the children himself along the way, and never complained about his wife again..."
Jian Jing: “… Tsk.”
"If a man suddenly becomes attentive, he must be feeling guilty. Why else could he feel guilty? He must be cheating on her." Diane said the nanny's conclusion and admired her. "No wonder Mrs. Bao knew about it."
Jian Jing was so happy that she quickly took two bites of cake to calm her down.
"Where's the translator?" She handed Diane a sandwich and pressed on. "Did he say anything?"
"He is from a travel agency and is not familiar with the three families. But he was the first to arrive at the airport, at 13 o'clock." Diane said softly, "When I asked him, he hesitated a little, as if he knew something but didn't dare to say it. After a long time, he stammered that he seemed to hear someone making a phone call."
Jian Jing: "Mr. Meng?"
"It should be. He said about half." Diane's face gradually became serious. "He said that the tone of the man who called was very bad, and what he said was not right. He said things like 'If you dare to trick me, I must punish you' and 'You think you are so great, it's not like you can't live without him' and so on."
Jian Jing nodded: "That should be Mr. Meng. He knows the deceased's behavior last night, and he must be very angry."
Diane asked cautiously, "That's weird. Why would he go to the airport if he was so angry? Unless he had a reason to go - but they were going on vacation."
"You make sense." Jian Jing fell into deep thought.
Diane hesitated: "Um, Teacher Jian..."
"Um?"
"The milk was poured after 19:00. Why don't you check to see if anyone went to the toilet after the meal was distributed?" Diane wondered. "Wouldn't it be quick to identify the suspect this way?"
Jian Jing asked, "Have you seen "Mystery in the Clouds"? "
Diane smiled sheepishly: "Only watched the show."
"It's the same. The murder method discovered may not be the real murder method." Jian Jing said, "The duration of cyanide poisoning is difficult to determine. Death can occur in as short as 2-3 minutes, 10-30 minutes, and even longer can be several hours."
Diane choked.
"Unless we can find the real murder weapon, there is little point in checking the timeline." Jian Jing sighed, "The current situation is that anyone can kill someone, regardless of whether they left their seat or not."
Diane thought hard: "What should I do then?"
Jian Jing put down the dessert spoon, leaned back in the reclined seat, and thought: "If the cause of death was that glass of milk, everything would be very simple. But this does not explain why they chose to poison the plane."
An airplane is a special closed environment, which can be said to be more closed than a closed room on the ground.
If the police poison someone on the plane, they can immediately identify the suspects, and it is not convenient to destroy the physical evidence. Even if they have to do so (for example, only at this time can they get close to the deceased), they should choose a poison that takes a long time to develop so that they can dispose of the evidence after getting off the plane.
But if it's not milk, why bother
"Well, we still have to ask a second round of questions." Jian Jing stretched and got up to work. "Come on, Diane, let's ask them a few more small questions. If we are lucky, the truth will be right in front of us."
Diane: Really? I don't believe it.
She saw no light at all.
But no matter when or where, it would be no good to go against the boss. She followed obediently, ready to see what the little princess was going to do.
Jian Jing called the deceased and three flight attendants and began an open questioning in the cabin.
"Everyone should know that Mr. Che Maocai died on the plane." Jian Jing skipped the meaningless greetings and went straight to the point, "And I have reason to suspect that the murderer is among you."
Mrs. Bao smiled softly. "Really? This is really surprising. I mean, it's like a detective novel."
"You're right. This murder is so dramatic. The sky is an absolute sealed room. Regardless of any external factors, the murderer has nowhere to escape." Jian Jing said, "Now I can tell you that the deceased died of cyanide poisoning, so I need to know what the deceased ate today."
She gestured and asked a female model: "You go first. What did he eat in the morning?"
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the female model subconsciously shrank, but then she straightened her chest and said confidently, "I didn't eat anything. I just drank a glass of water."
"Okay, then he went to the company." Jian Jing asked the secretary, "What did he eat?"
The secretary thought carefully, "I bought him coffee and a sandwich as Mr. Che usually does, but he didn't eat much. Then he asked me to buy some cold medicine. Uh, does water count?"
"Well, is there anything else?"
The secretary racked his brains and said, "Mr. Che usually eats smoking cessation candy. I don't know if he has eaten it today."
Mr. Bao said, "Yes, I ate it. I saw it during the meeting."
"After the meeting, did you have lunch?"
The secretary nodded: "The company ordered a meal, and several CEOs ate together, but CEO Che seemed to have a poor appetite and didn't eat much. I made him a cup of tea in the afternoon."
Jian Jing asked Mr. Bao: "You were also in the company, do you remember what else he ate?"
Mr. Bao frowned and thought for a long time, then shook his head: "I didn't notice."
"So, what do we do after we arrive at the airport?" Jian Jing turned to Mrs. Che.
Mrs. Che is indeed an all-round good wife. She remembers it clearly: "Half a bowl of noodles and a glass of water, but he felt uncomfortable after eating it and vomited it all. I told him that he had a gastrointestinal problem and that he should be hungry first, so he didn't eat anything."
Jian Jing asked: "Does he like to drink milk?"
Mrs. Che nodded and explained, "When he was sick as a child, my mother-in-law liked to give him hot milk. So every time he had stomach discomfort, he liked to drink this, although it is not good for the stomach."
"I see." Jian Jing looked around, "Does anyone have anything to add?"
No one responded.
Jian Jing looked at Mr. Meng: "Did you notice?"
Mr. Meng said: "I had an argument with him at the company, but I never said anything about it."
"Speaking of this," Jian Jing seemed to have just remembered, "since you had a fight with him, why did you go on vacation together?"
President Meng sneered, "Why should I cancel my trip for him? He was the one who did it to me, not me. Isn't it better for us to mind our own business when we get to the place?"
"Really? I thought you were going to expose some secret so I could give him a slap." Jian Jing smiled and didn't ask any more questions. Instead, she asked, "Second question, when did everyone leave their seats today?"
She said, "Let's start from the position, Mrs. Che?"
Mrs. Che: "I went to the bathroom once when I first boarded the plane, then went to the kitchen to make some milk, then accompanied my child to the bathroom, had lunch, and then put on some makeup. I think that was a total of three times."
Mr. Meng: "I went to the toilet before dinner, and it's gone."
Jian Jing: "When?"
Mr. Meng: "I don't remember, but they are going to distribute the pre-meal."
Mr. Bao: "I accompanied my child to the toilet when the plane had just stabilized, and went there again after he woke up."
Jian Jing: "Do you remember the time?"
Mr. Bao: "About 80 minutes or so. I remember the screen said it would take more than 11 hours to fly."
Mrs. Bao: "I went to the toilet once while Mrs. Che was making milk. After lunch, I put on a facial mask for about five minutes and then washed it off in the bathroom."
The deceased's secret: "Go to the bathroom before dinner."
Translation: "I went to the toilet after the plane stabilized, and took a walk to the back of the cabin after dinner."
The Bao family nanny was very nervous: "I left several times. The child was running around, and I kept following her. Oh, we went to the economy class and came back before dinner."
The flight attendant confirmed: "We saw her and the child."
Jian Jing slowly lowered her head and smiled: "Very good, thank you very much for your cooperation, I already know who the murderer is."