This isn't the scene?
Isn't this where people die?
"Since someone can spy on the passengers up there, it shouldn't be hard to do something about it, right?"
Her next words made the two of them look horrified.
“The train keeps moving.”
"When you found him, he should have been very far away from the 'location' where he died..."
Chapter 7 Suspect 3
Hitzfeld's hypothesis further complicated the case.
You know, even if they only count the people on the train, they have to pay attention to 18-19 people in total. If, as she thought, the real murder of Mr. Temple came from the external environment, then this range is too large.
"You mean, the houses on both sides?" Li Ang asked, while looking up at the depressing environment around him.
Dark walls, damp, dense vines, and a few windows irregularly opened on the wall... This is the picture presented on both sides when the train passes through.
He admitted that her guess was reasonable. If Tompley had died suddenly inside the carriage, then he would definitely have nothing to do with the external environment. But he died in the outer corridor, which was not isolated from the surrounding environment.
But at the same time it’s also extremely surreal.
Not to mention how much time and energy it would take for people on both sides to check the environment along the way, they don’t even understand how Tompley died.
Poisoning? Evil spirits?
Is there anyone who would be so idle as to squat on the side of the road with a poisonous blowgun, hunting passengers who run out of the train?
What's more, there were no puncture wounds found on the body. Given the thickness of the winter clothes, it is impossible for a blowgun to penetrate it.
"Oh, it's just an assumption." Hitzfeld didn't dwell on it too much. She turned to Mike and asked, "Where are the crew members now?"
"They are less suspicious, so they are all housed in the hotel next door." Mike replied, "If you want to see them, I can take you there."
"Is it the Soaring Bird Hotel?"
"No...it's on the other side, called Yunyou Hotel. The security there is a little better."
But Hitzfeld skipped the subject and asked him to take him to see Mrs. Charles.
Mrs. Charles's room was located opposite the entrance on the other side. Hitzfeld knocked on the door and whispered to the two people behind him, "Maybe I have to let you wait outside this time."
The two people inside were both women, but this was not the most important thing. The most important thing was that Mrs. Charles was extremely annoyed with this kind of care. Perhaps only Hitzfeld, who had spoken for her before, could be taken seriously by her.
Therefore, in order to avoid any unnecessary conflicts, it is better for these two people to stay outside.
The door opened quickly, but it was not Mrs. Charles as expected.
Hitzfeld didn't see anyone at first glance, so he shifted his gaze and looked down, and saw a pair of large brown eyes with a slightly scrutinizing look through the crack in the door.
"You must be Bella," she said. "I have something to ask your mother, and I was wondering if ..."
"Bang!" The door was slammed shut, and the wind blew her hair wildly.
"Hmph!" Li Ang couldn't help laughing beside him. He just thought it was very interesting. On the one hand, it was rare to see this girl being humiliated, and on the other hand - since she chose to please the older one, she would definitely offend the younger one.
But Hitzfeld was not in a hurry. She just stood there waiting, as if she was sure that the door would open next.
In fact, this was true. People outside heard a loud noise and cursing coming from inside, mixed with the terrified screams of a little girl and the sound of rummaging through drawers.
This lasted for about half a minute, then the scream turned into crying and the door opened with a click.
The person who greeted them this time was Mrs. Charles. She fixed her hairpin, changed into a loose gown, and put on a thick coat. She looked a little embarrassed.
"It is Miss Hitzfeld, isn't it? I am so sorry... Bella is sometimes too naughty. I have already taught her a lesson. I hope you will try not to mind it..."
A noble woman with a very down-to-earth air.
This is Li Ang's evaluation of her.
Her aristocratic status can be seen from the clothes she wears and the jewelry on her neck and ears, which are definitely not something that ordinary merchants can own.
But in his understanding, it was impossible for a noble woman to run away with her daughter without a servant.
Most of those people are spoiled, and it is unlikely that they would argue with the police in such a sharp tone, let alone teach their children in such a primitive way.
So if Leon ignored the wealth that Mrs. Charles possessed and only looked at her demeanor and style of doing things, he would think that she was a country peasant woman.
Maybe it also has a bit of the unrestrainedness of a ranger, and that refreshing and rugged feeling is indeed somewhat similar to that of a hunter in the wilderness.
After this analysis, he could roughly guess why she was divorcing her husband.
And Hitzfeld was thinking the same thing.
Sara nobles like to pretend. Her face can make Xia Yibing crazy. Maybe some nobles and ministers' children don't mind worshipping her, but those people will never choose her as a marriage partner.
Those who knew the inside story were afraid of her identity as a God Devourer. Those who didn't know despised her for being half blind. When considering marriage partners, those people paid the most attention to education and health. The former was related to whether one could be presentable, and the latter was related to the quality of offspring.
Appearance seems less important, because under this consideration, the members of the ethnic group that survive will generally not have bad looks.
And Mrs. Charles clearly didn't fit in with this group.
Her husband seemed to have chosen her for her pure beauty, but she...
If Bella-Charles was the only offspring she had produced in all these years, then she and her husband would indeed have had a lot to argue about.
"I'm the only one going in." Hitzfeld tucked the transcript and his notebook under his armpits. "I have something to ask you, if you don't mind..."
"I don't mind!" Mrs. Charles clapped her hands, "I don't mind at all, Miss Detective... I wish you could figure out everything as soon as possible so that you can let us go. Really, I've had enough of this damn place!"
She didn't pay any attention to the two men. After letting the girl in, she immediately slammed the door shut, almost breaking Leon's nose.
Once the door was closed, the inside and outside became two different worlds. Hitzfeld was the first to look at the source of the crying. It was on the bed on the left hand side, a small body was arched in the quilt, and two legs were exposed and were still kicking wildly.
"That's how you show your manners to outsiders."
Mrs. Charles stood by the bed and made cold and sarcastic remarks.
"Your father always taught you to be aristocratic. Your aristocratic manner is to have a temper? To hold a grudge against someone who actually does good for you?"
The sounds of the two legs and the whimpering paused for a moment, and then an extremely shrill howl came from under the covers - the kind of howl you usually only hear from babies and very young children.
There is no noise more horrible than this.
Hitzfeld had goose bumps all over her body, but she still had to keep smiling to show her upbringing and grace.
"What did Miss Hitzfeld do wrong?" Mrs. Charles was still educating the child. "What's wrong with what she said? You just wanted to make me angry all the way. Why did I quarrel with those people? Do you think I did it for myself? It's because of you, a little troublemaker!"
"Then don't take me with you!" Bella Charles poked her head out and stared at her with two red eyes. "I'm staying well in school! I still have to play sand painting in the afternoon! You insisted on taking me away! Did you ask for my opinion?"
"What can you learn in a school like that?" Mrs. Charles laughed. "Sand painting? What's the use of sand painting? Can it help you fight back when you are bullied?"
"Why should I be bullied? I'm the most popular person in school! Dandys is willing to lick my shoes!"
"Stop playing that kind of trick..."
Mrs. Charles pursed her lips tightly, dragged the man out like a chicken, pressed him on her knees and gave him a good beating.
While her butt was being spanked, Bella Charles let out a sharp howl with a higher peak value.
"Are you sure nothing will happen in there..."
Outside the door, Officer Mike became extremely nervous when he heard the noise and looked at his companion who was leisurely smoking.
"No need, um, cough cough..." Li Ang smoked while flipping through the case information he had sorted out, raised his hand and waved, "You have to take care of other people's family affairs, don't take yourself too seriously..."
"You cough and smoke..."
"You are really annoying..."
Inside the door, after such a hard-core education - in fact, the child cried himself to sleep, the two adults inside finally had the opportunity to discuss serious matters.
But I actually have some questions for you guys.
Hitzfeld stared blankly at the girl lying on the ground, then looked up at the older woman and found that she had made a pot of tea at some point, and placed a tray by the window, inviting the girl to sit over.
As soon as she sat down, Mrs. Charles couldn't wait: "So what do you want to know? Is there anything I can do for you?"
"...Do you remember who I am?" Hitzfeld reacted.
At first, the woman had a slight crush on her, but it was definitely not enough to make her so enthusiastic.
There was only one explanation: she remembered to whom the name "Esun-Hitschfeld" belonged.
"Of course!" Mrs. Charles nodded vigorously. "Your deeds are often praised in the big and small circles of Wayne. I personally admire you very much... for having the courage to take risks."
It does seem like something you would admire.
Hitzfeld picked up his teacup and turned it around a few times, thinking for a moment. "So you've done something similar before?"
“Yes.” The woman nodded again. “When I was young, I loved hunting. My husband and I met on the hunting grounds.”
"Can you tell me the details?"
"He shot me in the ass and took me back as prey."
What kind of melodramatic and bizarre plot is this?
"It's true!" Seeing the girl staring in surprise, the woman seemed very proud. "This story was considered a good story at the time. We loved each other very much... but it's inevitable that there will always be conflicts in life. So as you can see, sometimes the conflicts are too big to be reconciled, so I will sneak away and live alone for a few days."
"Then he will give in."
"Normally, yes, but this time he seemed very angry. I can't tell..."
At this point, Mrs. Charles slumped her shoulders and looked dejected.
"Can I ask the reason this time?"
"Of course... Actually, he thought that I was always excluded from those women's circles, which had a bad influence on me. So he used his connections to hire a few teachers to teach me dancing and baking, but I didn't really want to learn these skills."
This woman had no way of hiding her emotions, and spoke directly about the situation: "I said that I usually practiced archery and spearmanship, and at most I could add sword skills, but he asked me why I practiced such things. Was he planning to suppress him to death from the beginning?"
Her voice gradually became high-pitched, and she said with wide eyes, "Tell me, is this something a human can say? He has survived several kidnapping attacks over the years and it was all thanks to me. I have been so good to him, but he still wants to look for someone else outside... I can't stand this humiliation!"
"..." Hitzfeld opened his notebook and began to take notes when she was halfway through her speech. He looked up from time to time to observe her expression, but it was not convenient for him to express his opinion.
First of all, this is indeed someone else's family affair.
Secondly, although it may not sound nice to say this, every era has its own background. If you go back to ancient times and say that one should be loyal, you will probably be beaten and dragged before the officials.
At least in this era of Sarah, not many men can tolerate such a woman.
Especially in the so-called aristocratic circle... Such a corrupt place is not a suitable place for Mrs. Charles to survive.
"Let's talk about the case." She changed the subject. "I want to know which car you were in at the time."
"Number 8, Miss Detective. We'll be in car number 8 when we get up here."
Mrs. Charles may have realized that she had shown her emotions too much, and added embarrassedly.
"Is that the previous section?"
"Yes, that section."
"Did you get in right after the car stopped?"
"Yes."
"So you are the first passengers to get on the bus."
"That's true...but there are only a few passengers in this group."
"Have you seen that Mr. Temple?"
"I was very impressed with him. To be honest, Miss Hitzfeld, I didn't like him very much. I was even a little happy about his misfortune."
"Huh? Why?"
"I saw him dragging boxes through the corridor... coming from the front car, and we... you saw these big boxes... it was difficult for Bella and I to drag them in alone, so I asked him, 'Can this gentleman help me?'"
"He refused?"
"If that was all, I wouldn't be like this... He ignored me at all! He didn't even bother to say a word!"
"That's a bit excessive."
"That's quite outrageous! Later I heard them say that he was just a weirdo who couldn't talk to anyone. I'm not even sure they heard him actually speak!"
"Who are 'they'?"
"Ms. Mary and the others...are members of the crew. We are all...so we have no reservations when chatting."
"Did you see him again?"
