Got it? Who was it? How come I didn't know?

Diane had three questions in her mind. If she were given a comic book filter, she would have three "?"s hanging on her head.

Others had similar expressions.

Mrs. Che hesitated and said doubtfully: "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 reasoning. There is no substantial evidence." Jian Jing said, "After all, there is no autopsy report and no way to check luggage at an altitude of 10,000 meters. I hope everyone understands."

Mrs. Che nodded slightly: "We know this."

"Then I feel relieved." Jian Jing thought for a while and said slowly, "The breakthrough of the whole thing lies in the glass of poisoned milk. From the moment I saw it, I determined that it was not the real cause of death."

Diane asked the question that everyone was wondering: "Why?"

"There is a security check before boarding the plane, and the murderer can successfully carry drugs on the plane, which proves that he must have made sufficient 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 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 casual poisoning are two completely conflicting behavior patterns. Of course, people have both rational and emotional sides in their personality, and such operations cannot be ruled out at first. But when I carefully questioned each of you, I found that no one has such a cautious and crazy personality."

Face-to-face questioning, in addition to recording confessions and obtaining necessary information, is also a good opportunity for detectives to analyze personality.

Mrs. Che is elegant and sophisticated. No matter what happens, she must maintain a decent appearance. She has good self-control and is a very rational woman. If she poisoned, she would have chosen a hidden and long-term chronic toxin, which would be effective little by little, but would not show any signs on the surface.

Mrs. Bao is casual and romantic, keen on teasing people and enjoying the pursuit and infatuation of the opposite sex. She poisoned people, most likely on a whim, taking and throwing them at will. If it had been a while, I'm afraid she would have forgotten about it.

The female model is vain and superficial, and she is obviously greedy for money, but she has no motive to kill. Even if there is a dispute over money, she may not really do it. Because she doesn't love the deceased at all, if the sponsor is dead, she will just curse a few words of bad luck and find the next one.

Jian Jing first ruled out these three women.

Next, General Meng, General Bao and the secretary were actually all her suspects.

Needless to say, the grudges between the first two people, the deceased and the employees had many conflicts, and the secretary murdered people is also a possibility that cannot be ignored.

But this requires 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 there is another explanation for his act of poisoning the milk."

Jian Jing announced the answer: "To confuse the time. But this answer makes me very confused. Does the time of death have any special meaning? Our plane was delayed for nearly an hour today. If there was no accident, the time of death of the deceased should be pushed forward to 18:00-18:50, before the meal was distributed."

"What's the meaning of this? Let the flight attendant discover the death of the deceased as soon as possible? No." She raised the question, and then denied it herself, "The scope should be larger, that is, the murderer hopes that people will think that the poisoning happened on the plane."

President Meng said: "But when he got on the plane, he was still fine."

"The incubation period of poison varies under different circumstances. It can be as short as two or three minutes, but if it is food like cassava or bitter almonds, it can be as long as 4-7 hours."

The secretary couldn't help asking: "Doesn't that mean that everything he eats in the company and the lounge is..."

"Yes, so we need to eliminate some more interference." Jian Jing asked her, "Is the lunch ordered by the company? Did the deceased make any special requests?"

The secretary shook her head quickly: "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 store, with at most two or three different sets of meals."

The secretary said: "Yes, no one knows which box Mr. Che will take."

"Okay, next is the noodles." Jian Jing said, "I also ate something in the waiting room. They brought it to me directly. They would have had no chance to poison me unless I left halfway through eating. But I thought with Mr. Che's stomach at that time, he would not have eaten again after vomiting."

Mrs. Che nodded, "He went to the bathroom and I asked someone to take it away."

"This is testimony that is easily verified. I don't think you need to lie." Jian Jing looked at everyone, "Do you all feel that there is no chance left to do anything?"

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. Did you talk about this matter alone this afternoon?"

Mr. Bao hesitated for a moment and nodded, "I persuaded him a few words, but I was in a hurry to go home at that time, thinking that there would be plenty of opportunities on vacation anyway, so it didn't take long."

"At that time," Jian Jing stared into his eyes, "did he eat anything?"

Mr. Bao widened his eyes, "What do you mean?"

"Just to fill in the gaps." Jian Jing said, "From the timeline, this is entirely possible, isn't it? He ate very little for lunch, maybe after his cold got better, he would want to eat something."

Bao licked his lips and replied, "I'm not sure. After the meeting, I went 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 smiled and hit the nail on the head, "I think he must have eaten it, or you gave it to him. I'm not sure what it was, maybe a snack made of cassava, or maybe a biscuit made of bitter almonds. Of course, if we search your office now, we probably won't find anything. You must have dealt with it when you got home."

"Do you have any evidence?" Mr. Bao pursed his lips, his thin face looked frighteningly serious. "Don't talk nonsense."

Jian Jing said, "Pay attention to everyone's testimony. When she woke up 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 when he arrived at the waiting room, his symptoms suddenly worsened and he had gastrointestinal discomfort, which made Mrs. Che think he had the sequelae of excessive drinking."

Every time she said a key point, she looked at the witnesses inquiringly, and they all nodded involuntarily.

"It's not difficult for us to conclude that the poisoning occurred between lunch and the airport." Jian Jing said, "He left after talking to the president. Among the people present, only you and the secretary could have poisoned the person."

The secretary was shocked: "It wasn't me."

"Yes, I didn't find your motive for murder." Jian Jing waved her hands and looked at Mr. Bao, "But you have already told me your motive."

Mr. Bao's cheek muscles trembled, and he retorted: "Why would I kill him? I'm not the one arguing with him."

Jian Jing smiled.

"You said that the deceased was a man who would not tolerate any loss. Even the betrayal of an employee would make him unable to survive. What would happen if the betrayer was his good friend?" 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, and she maintained her calmness on the surface with her extraordinary willpower. Mrs.

Bao looked lazy and showed no sign of embarrassment.

"You had the motive and time to commit the crime. Most importantly, you specifically told me the time you left your seat, which was definitely after eight o'clock in the evening."

Jian Jing sat on the armrest and sighed, "Why did the murderer poison me a second time? Of course it was to prove his alibi. You had been keeping a close eye on the deceased, and only after confirming his death did you poison him a second time to mislead him. After the meals were served, almost everyone in the cabin was asleep, which was the best time to do it."

"You said I poisoned me, but where is the poison?" Mr. Bao questioned.

"It's most likely 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 will capture you taking food away, and by checking your account, we can find the source of purchase. The autopsy report can tell us what the deceased ate to death."

She raised her eyes and said, "Friendly reminder, if the deceased swallowed a dilute solution of the poison, the gastric mucosa will be congested and diffusely swollen, but if the poison is a solid or concentrated solution, the bottom of the stomach will show large areas of erosion, with obvious congestion, edema and bleeding."

"The autopsy report will tell you everything clearly, don't be complacent." Jian Jing looked at her watch, "We are almost in New York, you don't have much time left, I advise you to turn yourself in, repent sincerely, and get a lighter punishment, after all, your daughter is so young."

Speaking of the child, Mr. Bao finally lost control and fell down in his seat.

Ding Dong, the radio sounded, the plane was about to land, and the stewardess took the two children back to their seats.

"Dad!" Mr. Bao's daughter was a delicate and lovely girl, completely unaware of what was happening.

She strode over and hugged her father's legs, "Dad, hold her." 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 let her sit next to her.

The child twisted impatiently, with puffy cheeks like a little squirrel.

Baby Che asked, "Mom, what's wrong with Dad? He keeps ignoring me."

Mrs. Che hugged her son without saying a word.

"Your dad is sick," Mrs. Bao said, "Be good and don't cause trouble for mom, okay?"

Her charm appealed to both young and old, and Baby Che responded obediently, snuggling on her mother's shoulder.

Mrs. Che came over slowly and handed a toy to Mr. Bao's daughter. She took the doll and immediately shifted her attention, no longer trying to untie the seat belt.

The two women looked at each other and looked away.

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 sun visors.

"Oh." Jian Jing lay back and muttered, "This is the fastest flight I've ever had. I thought I could sleep an extra hour or two."

Kang Mucheng closed his notebook and said, "Let's go to the hotel."

The little princess yawned and said, "I don't know if the hotel bed is good to sleep on. The bed in the last hotel I stayed in was too soft, and my waist hurt for a long time."

"Why didn't you tell me?" The boss frowned immediately.

The little princess: "It's just one night, forget it."

"I won't book that hotel next time."

As usual, Diane listened to their conversation silently.

But when she heard this before, her inner OS must be: The little princess is worthy of being a little princess, such treatment, wow.

Today... It's a little different, although Diane can't tell what's different.

"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." 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, "This kind of unforgettable flight only happens once in a lifetime."

Jian Jing laughed.