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As the train continued to stall, the blizzard outside grew increasingly fierce, and the atmosphere inside the carriage became more tense. The howling wind outside roared like a wild beast, and frost on the windows multiplied with the temperature changes within the carriage, making everyone’s faces harder to discern under the shadow of the storm. Each person seemed to be desperately hiding something, and a sense of anxiety permeated the air. Jason felt an invisible pressure surrounding him. Meanwhile, his intuition sharpened; he began to realize that all the clues and veiled conversations pointed to a deeply hidden secret, one that was undoubtedly the key to everything unfolding.
Jason knew that the murder involved far more than personal grudges or business interests; it was entangled with unresolved debts and complex emotional entanglements. Thus, he decided to gather all the suspects once more, demanding they face him for questioning. At this moment, there was no turning back; the truth was drawing closer to eruption. They were all ensnared in an inescapable web, with its center seemingly pointing toward the body discovered in the snow.
With a determined gaze, he walked into the dining car, where the atmosphere felt almost frozen. The lights in the dining car flickered with the vibrations of the train as Jason stood before them, his voice low yet filled with authority. “I know each of you has your own secrets.” He began slowly, scanning each face and capturing every subtle change in expression. “Arthur Fernandez is not as simple as you perceive him. His death was not merely an accidental murder; it feels more like an act of revenge. Each of you bears some responsibility.”
His tone showed no signs of retreat; his words pierced like needles. The suspects remained silent, but Jason could read different reactions in their eyes. Some avoided his gaze, others nervously gripped their cups, while some struggled to control their emotions. Jason understood that behind this silence lay countless stories. Each suspect was reluctant to confront their past sins and mistakes, but all would surface through his questioning.
Jason's gaze finally settled on Thomas Harrison. Thomas always wore an unmistakable air of fatigue, as if he were indifferent to everything around him, but Jason knew this facade was merely a cover. He had been a business rival of Fernandez, and such a relationship could easily harbor deadly motives.
“What kind of entanglement existed between you and Fernandez? You were his business competitor—did that lead to murderous intent?” Jason’s voice carried a sharp inquiry as his eyes locked onto Thomas.
Thomas’s face turned pale instantly; he instinctively opened his mouth to defend himself, but when his gaze met Jason’s, he felt as if bound by an invisible force and fell silent at last. Thomas knew he could no longer conceal the truth. His heart had long been entangled in an inescapable pain stemming from his connection with Fernandez.
“I lost a huge investment to him; he ruined my career,” Thomas said quietly, his voice filled with helplessness and anger. “I’ve always wanted a chance for revenge but never took any real action.” A flicker of regret crossed his eyes—not for what he had done but for the failure he represented.
Jason did not respond immediately but shifted his gaze from Thomas to Catherine Fernandez. Catherine’s expression remained calm, yet a subtle pain flickered in her eyes. Jason understood that her relationship with Fernandez was far more complicated than she let on. Her composure might very well be a defense mechanism hiding deeper emotions.
“You, Catherine, your relationship with Fernandez is clearly not as simple as you claim,” Jason said sharply. “Were you aware of anything regarding his death?”
Catherine’s expression did not change, but her eyes betrayed a hint of barely concealed tension. “I’ve already told you; we have no relationship anymore, but we shared common interests.” Her tone was cool and resolute. “However, this deadlock was indeed self-inflicted by him.”
Her words sliced through the air like a blade; although she appeared indifferent on the surface, Jason detected subtle emotional fluctuations in her gaze. Catherine's calmness masked her complex feelings toward Fernandez, while her mention of “common interests” hinted at deeper secrets lurking beneath the surface. Jason knew Catherine was not entirely innocent; her past with Fernandez and their intertwined interests represented another hidden powder keg within this case.
Jason's gaze gradually swept over the others, but his thoughts did not linger. Victor Novak—a silent observer, yet quietly orchestrating everything from behind the scenes. Jason had long realized that Victor's role in this game was far more complex than it appeared on the surface. He decided that his next step would be to thoroughly uncover the political conspiracy hidden between Victor and Fernandez. This murder case was not merely about business competition; it involved deeper political interests and power struggles.
Jason scanned the room, his eyes finally resting on Victor Novak. Victor's expression was impassive, yet in this silence, his presence stood out prominently. Jason knew that Victor might hold the key to unraveling the entire case. Perhaps only through him could the enormous conspiracy that had been concealed for so long be revealed. As Jason's gaze met Victor's, the tension in the air intensified once again.
The truth behind this murder case seemed to be gradually emerging, yet it also became increasingly elusive. Jason had made up his mind; his next move would be to completely unveil the truth hidden behind this seemingly calm storm, cutting through layers of fog to find the core that lay concealed.
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