[Mummy] Yellow sand fills the sky

She took a deep breath and said, "I was going down to lunch. I didn't want to eat it at all—after the tragedy—well, I don't need to go into details. Halfway through, I thought... Well... I left one thing in the room. I told Rosalie to go first by herself."

Mrs. Otterburn paused.The door curtain shook, as if blown by the wind, and Kaia glanced in that direction, but there was no movement, so she continued to listen to Mrs. Otterburn as if she had finally found her point.

"I...um..." Mrs. Utterburn stopped.This is a difficult level to pass, but you have to pass it anyway. "I... um... made an appointment with a certain... um... man on the ship who... um... found me something I needed, but I don't want my daughter to know, she's always meddling ..." This is not a good way of saying it, but when it comes to court, she can always think of a more complete story.

Reis raised his eyebrows and looked at Poirot questioningly.Poirot nodded slightly, and mouthed softly, "Wine." The door curtain moved again, revealing something with a faint blue light behind it.

Mrs. Otterburn continued, "We agreed to meet on the stern of the lower deck. As I was walking along the deck, the door of one of the cabins opened and someone poked his head out. It was Louise Pu Erjie’s woman. She seemed to be waiting for someone. When she saw me, she looked a little disappointed, and immediately turned and returned to the room. Of course, I didn’t pay attention to this, and just went on to get the things I ordered. I gave I paid the money and turned away. When I turned the corner, I saw someone knocking on the door of Louise Bulger's room and walked in."

Reese said, "Who's...?"

Only then did Kaiya realize what the blue light she saw twice was.She yelled, "Get down!" and threw herself on Mrs. Otterbein.

boom!

The room was suddenly filled with explosions, and the choking smell of gunpowder permeated the entire space.Mrs. Otterburn turned slowly sideways, then leaned forward and fell with a thud.Blood gushed from the hole in her chest, and she obviously obeyed Kaia's words, but not fast enough for the bullet to hit her anyway.

The blank silence lasted for a while, and then the two alert detectives jumped up.The woman's body hindered their movement.Les leaned over to watch her, while Poirot rushed out the door onto the deck.There was no one there.A revolver lay on the ground.

Kaiya fell beside her, very close, just a palm away, Kaya cursed a few words, even if she couldn't understand, Colonel Lace could probably guess that it was not a good thing Vocabulary, which can be seen in the furrowed brow of her husband.

Kaia hurried up to check on Mrs. Otterborn's injury, and she was hit in the chest. She gasped for breath a few times before she was completely out of breath.Keya slammed the floor next to her silently, "It's like it was destined. If I didn't make a sound, the bullet would penetrate her brain. I stopped the bullet and it still passed through her heart." , as if it was planned by someone. What did I think I could change?"

She was obviously very disappointed. Simon stuck his head out with difficulty and looked at the corpse lying on the ground, and said, "No, Mrs. Montsolefort, you have given us a lot of help. This is not your mistake. We even I didn't find any signs, and I admire you very much for this."

Kaiya ignored him at all, and went straight out, "Let's go and see if Mr. Poirot found anything of value. I don't think so. After all, the murderer is a calm and careful person, but we still have to Keep a fluke mentality, maybe..."

She shouted to herself: "Maybe, I will use this kind of vocabulary sometime. The thing I hate most in this world is uncertainty. It's really disgusting."

Imerton was behind, with a slight anger in his tone. A woman was killed in front of him, which was really provocative, "Kaya, everyone will have different experiences. There will always be such a time of."

Kaiya walked towards the door, crossing the bloodstains carefully, trying not to leave any traces on the spot, suddenly turned her head, and sincerely sighed: "Miss Rosalie is so pitiful, she has worked so hard to live with her mother for so many years, and now, she is To die like this, to lose a mother at a young age is one of the most painful things in life. Mrs. Otterburn is her only kin. What do you say, Mr. Doyle. Don't worry, we'll be back soon, Won't leave you long alone with Mrs Otterburn."

The figures of Kaia and Imerton disappeared at the door of the room. Simon Doyle sat alone in the room, and suddenly felt a burst of cold air coming up from behind. Those eyes, which had not been closed, were full of anger and refused to return. Eyes full of resentment and pain kept dangling in front of Simon Doyle's eyes, like a nightmare, entangled him tightly.

With a jj j, he fell heavily backwards on the bed, and he began to feel a little dazed, the pain of being shot, the stimulation of this period, and the sequelae of worry all flooded up.He was almost knocked down, just lying on his back on the quilt, he even seemed to see Linna.

It was quite certain that the gun belonged to Mr. Pennington, but he had been on deck for almost twenty minutes before, and he had no time for the crime, and besides, Poirot had not taken him into consideration.

After that, Poirot quickly found a way for the murderer to disappear. He took advantage of the few seconds when everyone did not respond, and quickly jumped from the top to the lower deck.

Reis came out of Dr. Bessler's room and said in an official tone, "Please move out of the way, we are going to remove the body." Everyone obediently moved away.Cornia said quietly to Poirot, "I will never forget this journey. Three people died... like a nightmare."

Frasen happened to overhear her.He disapproved, "That's because you were born in a highly civilized country. You should view death the way an Oriental does. It was just an accident—not worth paying attention to."

"That's the best," said Cornea. "They are poor uneducated people."

"No, it's a good thing to be uneducated. Education weakens the white race. Look at the Americans--like to drink and revel. The mention of civilization just makes me sick."

They had a long debate, and Imerton couldn't bear it anymore, stepped forward and said coldly: "Forgive me, if this is your point of view, then I can only say that I am very satisfied with the ideas you have received and The disappointment, and the so-called country in your mouth. There is another sentence, the thoughts you can have now all come from your education, open your eyes, radical socialists, your mentor Marx, Did Engels teach you this?"

His face changed, but soon he turned to Poirot and said: "Sir, did you know that Cornea's father was hurt by Linna Ridgevie's father? But the girl, when she saw the heiress wearing a beaded necklace , did she ever gnash her teeth while sailing the seas in Paris's most fashionable fashion? No, she just yelled from the bottom of her heart, 'Isn't she beautiful?' like a blessed little sheep. I don't think it ever occurred to her to hate her .”

Conia blushed. "I hated it—just for a while. You know, Dad died of discouragement because he didn't do a good job."

"Come here," Fresen said. "Cornia Robertson, you're the best girl I've ever met. Will you marry me?"

"It's ridiculous."

"It was a sincere proposal - though it was made in the presence of the old detective. At any rate, M. Poirot, you are a witness. I propose to this woman with the utmost sincerity - against my principles, because I Don't trust legal constraints on j□j; but I don't think she would approve of anything else, so only marriage. Come, Cornia, promise me."

"I think you're just joking." Cornea blushed again.

"Why don't you want to marry me?"

"You're not serious," Cornia said.

"Do you mean that my way of proposing marriage is not serious, or my personality is not serious."

"Both, but I mean mostly personality. You laugh at everything that should matter. Education and culture--and--and death. You can't be trusted." She paused, blushing again, Hurry back to the room.

Fresen watched her back. "Women really! I'm sure she really minds. She wants a man to be trusted. Trust—God!" He paused, and then asked curiously, "What's the matter with you, Monsieur Poirot? You seem lost in thought." middle."

Kaiya sized him up and said with emotion: "Young man, this is impossible. If you want to propose to a woman like this, if Miss Cornia agrees to you, I will go up and persuade her to think carefully, and don't marry you. Included in her consideration."