"Men always look at the pot while eating from the bowl." As soon as the person left, Diane couldn't wait to complain.

Jian Jing smiled and said, "That's not the point. I have a little experience. Men usually have strange filters when they evaluate women. Men are more accurate when they evaluate men."

Diane immediately asked, "Are you talking about Mr. Che?"

"The deceased is a person who refuses to suffer a loss. This can lead to many motives for murder." Jian Jing stopped at the point, "Let's ask the next one."

She stuck her head out and asked the chief steward at the door to call someone.

Mr. Meng came.

He was 39 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, the impatient look disappeared, and he asked with a smile: "What do you want to ask?"

Jian Jing pretended that he had not heard anything before: "What is your relationship with Mr. Che? Are you familiar with each other?"

President Meng was very cooperative: "It's okay, as partners, we are quite familiar with each other, but if you want to ask me if I know who wants to kill him, I don't know."

"How is your relationship with him?" Jian Jing's tone also became casual, as if chatting.

President Meng pondered for a while and said: "To be honest, he is a good partner. He is energetic, ambitious and courageous, but as a friend, I don't like this kind of person very much."

"I heard that you have had conflicts recently?"

President Meng: "That's right. We had a quarrel over whether the company should go public. You don't think I killed him, do you?"

"Just a routine inquiry." Jian Jing smiled slightly.

"I didn't kill him. What good would it be to kill him? Would his shares be in my hands?" Mr. Meng asked back, "If you ask me, which woman did it?"

Jian Jing asked curiously, "For example, Mrs. Che?"

"Women, when they get emotional, they become hysterical. It's not surprising that they kill people impulsively." Mr. Meng sneered and analyzed it very well, "Men are different. A death like his is not something a man would do."

What a prejudice? Diane cursed in her heart, but she barely managed to hold it back and turned her head to look at the little princess.

Jian Jing, however, was not angry at all, but looked at him with interest. Diane didn't know how to describe it, just like a big cat seeing a little bird, quietly preparing to hunt.

"So, how would a man kill someone?" she asked.

President Meng was clueless and laughed, "He might have hit him with a car, or stabbed him with a knife, or hit him with a fist."

Diane rolled her eyes and interrupted, "Excuse me, but how do you know he was killed?"

"I'm not stupid." President Meng laughed, "Although no one has said it, it doesn't look like he died of a heart attack."

"If it's a woman, who do you think it was? Mrs. Che, Mrs. Bao, or someone else?" Jian Jing asked.

President Meng laughed, cunningly: "This requires evidence, and I don't have any evidence, so I can't just say it."

Jian Jing blinked: "Can't you just guess?"

President Meng almost openly admired the beauty's appearance and said very well: "In my experience, the person who wants a man to die the most is his wife."

"I'm curious, what would you think of Mrs. 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. Lao Bao cannot subdue such a woman, but there is no way, he is dazzled by her and has to marry her, tsk."

Diane turned her head away, not wanting to look at him.

Jian Jing asked, "Have you seen the lady who sat behind you?"

President Meng recalled a little: "Maybe. Oh, maybe 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 smiled, "Nothing special, just making friends, if you want to contact me, you can call this number anytime."

Jian Jing smiled: "I will ask you something later, thank you."

President Meng looked down at her and left after enjoying her eyes.

Diane said "Pah" and muttered: "Pervert."

"Everything has its good and bad sides, and this kind of man usually has a loose mouth." Jian Jing stretched his waist, went down to ask the stewardess for a bottle of iced Coke, drank a few mouthfuls, and then made a comfortable sigh.

"Okay, there's one last question."

She called the female model over for the second round of questioning.

The female model asked impatiently, "What do you want to ask again?"

"I know you are the deceased's lover." Jian Jing got straight to the point, "What is your purpose in hiding your identity and following the deceased all the way to the plane?"

The female model narrowed her eyes and sneered in surprise, "Me? Following? What nonsense."

"So, the deceased bought you a ticket so that you could go on a tryst with him openly?"

The female model pouted, "Why should I tell you?"

Perhaps it was because of the air pressure at high altitude, Diane suddenly became irritable, and quickly took a few deep breaths to calm down.

"If the deceased was with you last night, you would be the biggest suspect." Jian Jing said calmly with a smile, "Then you would get nothing and 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 argued, "You should ask his wife, she was right next to him."

Jian Jing said, "Did you go to the toilet today?"

The female model asked provocatively, "So what if you did?"

"If you left your seat, you would be suspected of murder." Jian Jing said, "If I were you, I would cooperate with the investigation, otherwise, it would be hard for a concubine to avoid being at a disadvantage when she meets the wife, 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 rubbed her shiny nails boredly: "Three months."

"Is he good to you?"

"Just so-so." The person is dead, and the female model is not stingy and mean, "One hundred thousand yuan a month for pocket money, I can use his card to buy bags and clothes, but the car was just lent to me, and it took a month to transfer it to me, huh."

Jian Jing thought for a moment and said sincerely, "He is a bit stingy."

Diane: One hundred thousand is not a small amount. My salary is only eighteen thousand.

"Isn't it!" The female model seemed to have found a confidant, and she suddenly became excited. "He originally said that he would take me to Dubai this month, but suddenly changed his mind and said that he would go on vacation with his family. What should I do? I have already told my girlfriends that if I can't go, it will be embarrassing." Diane

: "..."

Jian Jing solved a lot of doubts and smiled, "So that's why you want to go with him?"

"He said that I should behave myself, and he would let me swipe the card at will." The female model was upset, "There is only one million in the card, ha, how many bags can I buy? Fortunately, it is more than usual, so I'll let it go."

Diane: Only one million? I have this money, it would be great to pay the down payment right away... No, no, I can't be so decadent.

She secretly warned herself not to be led into the ditch.

"So, you were together last night?"

The female model said, "Isn't that strange?"

"Tell me what you did today."

The female model recalled reluctantly, "Nothing. He got up early in the morning and asked me to pack my things. He complained that I didn't know how to do it, called my wife, and said he wanted to bring this and that. Then he turned around and said to me - do you think he is sick? He thinks his wife is good, so why does he come out to keep a mistress?"

Jian Jing was amused by her and said, "That's right."

"It was around nine o'clock when he left, so I started packing my things, eating, and then going 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 discomfort?"

The female model pouted and said, "He drank too much last night and was blown by the cold wind. He said he had a headache in the morning. I took his temperature and it was just under 38 degrees. He had a fever."

As she spoke, she suddenly realized: "He tortured himself. I didn't poison him."

"I didn't say that." Jian Jing said, "After boarding the plane, how many times did you leave your seat?"

"Two or three times. Going to the bathroom to wash off the facial mask or something."

"Before or after the meal?"

"After the meal, I went to rinse my mouth and fell asleep when I came back."

"Did you talk to the deceased at that time?"

"No, he's not feeling well, why would I get a scratch?"

Jian Jing nodded, "You can go back now."

The female model walked away with a pair of ill-fitting high heels.

Diane asked, "Who do you want to ask next?"

Jian Jing smiled mysteriously, "Next, I have a task for you."

Diane's eyes widened, "What task?"

"There are still a few people we haven't asked, 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."

"Only me?" Diane was surprised.

"Too many people will easily arouse their vigilance, so just chat casually, like you guys 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 unsure, but extremely excited. This reminded her of the scene on her first day at work: "Okay, I'll give it a try."

"I believe you can do it." Jian Jing patted her shoulder, "You are Mr. Kang's most capable assistant."

Diane: "..." It turns out that you believe in your boss's judgment.

Bumped.

She left energetically.

Jian Jing drank the rest of the Coke and returned to the scene.

When the body was found, she had already conducted a preliminary investigation of the crime scene. Because there was no one around the deceased, and the seats in the first-class cabin were more spacious, the scene was well preserved.

The deceased was covered with a blanket and an eye mask, sleeping with his head tilted on the pillow. He was wearing disposable slippers issued by the plane. The small table on the side was open, and a cup of warm milk was placed 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. If Diane had not bumped into him, it would have been difficult for others to find anything unusual.

But the deceased was in the first row, next to the toilet. On the way to the toilet or while waiting for the people inside to come out, he only needed to turn slightly to the side to sprinkle the medicine into the warm milk.

In other words, as long as they left their seats, everyone can do it.

In addition, the flight was originally scheduled to depart at 15:05, but was delayed by 50 minutes due to weather, and boarding began at 15:53.

The flight attendant saw the deceased go to the bathroom at 18:40. The plane started to serve meals at 19:00, and he sat in the first seat. The stewardess confirmed that he was still alive at that time.

Diane found the deceased at about 20:50, and he began to show signs of rigor mortis, and the time of death was more than 1 hour.

In other words, the time of death was between 19:00 and 19:50.

In terms of social relations, the deceased had cheated on his wife many times and kept a female model. His wife was resentful and cheated on Mr. Bao, and Mrs. Bao had seduced the deceased. Mr. Meng and the deceased had conflicts over company matters. Is

the murderer among these people?

Who killed him?