Got it? Who was it? How come I didn't know
Diane had three questions in her mind. If it was a cartoon filter, there would definitely be three "?" floating above her head.
The performances of the others were similar.
Mrs. Che hesitated and said, "Do you know who the murderer is? Who?"
"Before I announce the answer, please allow me to explain one thing. This conclusion is purely based on inference, without any substantial evidence." Jian Jing said, "After all, at an altitude of 10,000 meters, there is no autopsy report, and there is no way to check the luggage. I hope everyone understands."
Mrs. Che nodded slightly: "We know that."
"Then I'm relieved." Jian Jing thought for a moment and said slowly, "The breakthrough of the whole case lies in the cup of poisoned milk. From the moment I saw it, I determined that it was not the real cause of death."
Diane asked the question everyone was wondering: "Why?"
"There was a security check before boarding, and the fact that the drug was successfully brought on board proves that the murderer must have made adequate preparations for this. In other words, he came prepared.
"But poisoning milk is an extremely casual act. The deceased may not have asked for the drink, or may have asked someone to take it away after drinking it, or even picked up the cup, smelled the taste inside, but did not drink it.
"Full preparation and random poisoning, the two behavior patterns are completely conflicting. Of course, people have both rational and emotional sides in their personality, and it is impossible to rule out such manipulation at the beginning. But when I carefully asked each of you, I found that no one has such a cautious and crazy personality."
In addition to recording confessions and obtaining necessary information, face-to-face questioning is also a good opportunity for detectives to analyze a person's character.
Mrs. Che is elegant and particular. No matter what happens, she will maintain her dignity. She has good self-control and is a very sensible woman. If she poisons someone, she will definitely choose a hidden and long-term slow-acting toxin, which will eat away at the poison bit by bit without showing any emotion on the surface.
Mrs. Bao was romantic, keen on teasing people, and enjoyed the pursuit and infatuation of the opposite sex. She poisoned people, mostly on impulse, taking and throwing them at will. If she had been away for a while, I'm afraid she would have forgotten about it.
The female model was vain and superficial, and it was obvious that she was greedy for money, so she had no motive to kill. Even if she had a dispute over money, she would not necessarily kill him. Because she did not love the deceased at all, and if the sponsor died, she would just curse him and find another one.
The first things Jian Jing ruled out were the three women.
Next, Mr. Meng, Mr. Bao and the secretary were actually all her suspects.
There is no need to talk about the grudges between the first two people. The deceased had conflicts with his employees, and the secretary's murder is also a possibility that cannot be ignored.
But that brings me to the next point.
"I encountered two completely opposite models. Which one is more objective and credible? Of course, it is the poison itself. In other words, the murderer must have carefully planned the whole process, so his behavior of poisoning the milk has another explanation."
Jian Jing announced the answer: "To confuse the time. But this answer puzzled me. Does the time of death have any special meaning? Our flight was delayed for nearly an hour today. If there had not been an accident, the time of death of the deceased should have been pushed forward to 18:00-18:50, before the meal was served."
"What's the point? To let the flight attendant discover the death as soon as possible? No." She asked the question and then denied it. "The scope should be larger. In other words, the murderer wants people to think that the poisoning happened on the plane."
Mr. Meng said: "But when he got on the plane, he was fine."
"The incubation period varies under different circumstances, from as short as two or three minutes to as long as four to seven hours for foods like cassava or bitter almonds."
The secretary couldn't help but ask: "Doesn't that mean that the food he eats in the company and the lounge is..."
"Yes, so we need to eliminate some more interference." Jian Jing asked her, "Was the lunch ordered by the company? Did the deceased make any special requests?"
The secretary quickly shook his head: "No, the lunch boxes are all the same, right, Mr. Bao?"
Mr. Bao nodded: "Different positions have different standards for ordering meals, but during meetings, everyone eats meals ordered from the same restaurant, and at most there are two or three different sets of meals."
The secretary said, "Yes, no one knows which box the car will take."
"Okay, next is the noodles." Jian Jing said, "I also ate something in the waiting room. They served it directly to me. Unless I left halfway through the meal, they would have had a chance to poison me. But I think with Mr. Che's stomach at the time, he would not eat again after vomiting."
Mrs. Che nodded: "He went to the bathroom, so I had someone take him away."
"This is testimony that can be easily verified. I don't think you need to lie." Jian Jing looked at everyone, "Do you think there is no chance of success?"
Diane nodded cooperatively.
But Jian Jing said, "Mr. Bao, you said that every time the deceased and Mr. Meng had a quarrel, you were the one who mediated between them. Can you two have a private chat at noon today?"
Mr. Bao hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "I gave him some advice, but I was in a hurry to go home, thinking that there would be plenty of opportunities to go on vacation, so it didn't take long."
"At that time," Jian Jing stared into his eyes, "did he eat anything?"
Mr. Bao's eyes widened: "What do you mean?"
"Just checking for omissions." Jian Jing said, "From the timeline, it's entirely possible, isn't it? He ate very little for lunch, maybe after his cold gets better, he'll want to eat something."
Mr. Bao licked his lips and replied, "I'm not sure. After the meeting, I walked around the department, and when I returned to the office, he was already there. There was food in my office, but I don't know whether he ate it or not."
Jian Jing paused, and hit the nail on the head: "I think he must have eaten it, or you made him eat it. I'm not sure what it was, maybe it was a snack made of cassava, or it could be a biscuit made of bitter almonds. Of course, if we search your office now, we probably won't find anything. You must have disposed of it when you got home."
"Do you have any evidence?" Mr. Bao pursed his lips, his thin face frighteningly serious, "Don't say anything nonsense."
Jian Jing said, "Pay attention to everyone's testimony. In the morning, she (referring to the female model) said that the deceased just had some symptoms of a cold and fever. The secretary also said that after the deceased took cold medicine at noon, his symptoms were greatly alleviated. But in the waiting room, his symptoms suddenly worsened and he had gastrointestinal discomfort, which made Mrs. Che think that he had the sequelae of excessive drinking."
Every time she mentioned a key point, she looked at the witnesses inquiringly, and they all nodded involuntarily.
"So it's not difficult for us to conclude that the poisoning occurred between lunch and the airport." Jian Jing said, "Mr. Meng left after the meeting. Among the people present, only you and the secretary could have poisoned him."
The secretary was startled: "It's not me."
"Yes, I haven't found your motive for murder." Jian Jing waved her head and looked at Mr. Bao, "But you told me your motive a long time ago."
Bao's cheek muscles trembled, and he retorted: "Why would I kill him? I wasn't the one arguing with him."
Jane is quiet.
"You said that the deceased was a man who would not give in even if he was right. Even the betrayal of an employee would make him lose his job. What would happen if it was his good friend who betrayed him?" She said slowly, "You know very well that you do have a big handle."
Mr. Bao's face changed drastically, and he immediately went to see Mrs. Bao. Mrs. Che's lips moved, but she maintained her calm appearance with extraordinary fortitude.
Mrs. Bao looked lazy and showed no surprise at all.
"You have a motive for murder and a time for the crime. Most importantly, you also specifically pointed out to me the time you left your seat, confirming that it was after eight o'clock in the evening."
Jian Jing sat on the armrest and sighed, "Why did the murderer poison the second time? Of course it was to prove his alibi. You had been keeping a close eye on the deceased, and only after you confirmed his death did you poison him the second time to mislead. After the meal was served, almost everyone in the cabin was asleep, which was the best time to move."
"You said I poisoned someone, where is the poison?" Mr. Bao asked.
"It's probably the bathroom."
"Does that prove I threw it away?"
"It's the police's job to find evidence," Jian Jing said. "The company's surveillance cameras will capture you taking food away, and by checking your account, they can find out where you bought it. The autopsy report can tell us what the deceased ate to die."
She raised her eyes and said, "Friends, please tell me that if the deceased swallowed the poison as a dilute solution, the gastric mucosa would be congested and diffusely swollen. But if the poison was a solid or concentrated solution, there would be a large area of corrosion at the bottom of the stomach, with obvious congestion, edema and bleeding."
"The autopsy report will be written clearly for you, don't hope for the best." Jian Jing glanced at her watch, "We are almost in New York, and you don't have much time left. I advise you to turn yourself in, repent, and get a lighter punishment. After all, your daughter is so young."
Speaking of children, Mr. Bao finally lost control of himself and slumped down in his seat in dejection.
Ding Dong, the broadcast sounded, the plane was preparing to land, and the flight attendant took the two children back to their seats.
"Dad!" Mr. Bao's daughter was a delicate and lovely girl, totally unaware of what was happening. She rushed over and hugged her father's legs, "Dad, hold me."
Mr. Bao picked up his daughter and looked up at Mrs. Bao.
She said nothing, but contrary to her usual behavior, she took her daughter and asked her to sit next to her.
The child twisted his body impatiently, his cheeks puffed up like a little squirrel.
Baby Che asked, "Mom, what happened to Dad? He keeps ignoring me."
Mrs. Che hugged her son without saying a word.
"Your father is sick." Mrs. Bao said, "Be good and don't cause trouble to your mother, okay?"
Her charm appeals to both young and old. Baby Che responded obediently and snuggled up to her mother's shoulder.
Mrs. Che came over slowly and handed a toy to Mr. Bao's daughter. After she got the doll, she immediately diverted her attention and stopped trying to untie the seat belt.
The two women looked at each other and then avoided each other.
On the other side, Mr. Bao grabbed his hair and buried his head between his knees, not raising it for a long time.
Diane sighed and quietly returned to her seat.
The others dispersed.
The flight attendant reminded everyone to fasten their seat belts and open the sunshades.
"Oh." Jian Jing lay back down and muttered, "This is the fastest flight I've ever taken. I thought I could get an hour or two to sleep."
Kang Mucheng closed his notebook and said, "Let's go to the hotel and sleep."
The little princess yawned loudly and said, "I don't know if hotel beds are good to sleep on. The bed I stayed in last time was too soft and my waist was in pain for a long time."
"Why didn't you tell me?" The boss immediately frowned.
Little Princess: "Just one night, forget it."
"I won't choose that one next time."
As usual, Diane listened to their conversation in silence.
But when she heard the song before, her inner thoughts must have been: The little princess is worthy of being a little princess, what great treatment, wow.
Today was... different, though Diane couldn't quite put her finger on what.
"Diane," the little princess called her, smiling, "How do you feel today? Are you scared?"
Diane thought about it and said honestly, "I was a little scared at first, but then I forgot about it." Now she is even a little excited.
The little princess asked: "Would you like to be my assistant again next time?"
Next time? Diane shook her head decisively: "It's an unforgettable flight, once in a lifetime is enough."
Simple and quiet big.