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As the investigation deepened, Jason gradually felt the contours of the truth becoming clearer. Every detail, every conversation, resembled pieces of a puzzle, slowly assembling into a shocking picture. Arthur Fernandez's death was not a coincidence; it was the culmination of a long-hidden conspiracy. In this complex web, everyone was ensnared, becoming silent accomplices.
Jason understood that he was not facing a simple case. Each person had their motive—whether born from emotional resentment or business rivalry. Their secrets intertwined to form an impenetrable net, and he stood at the center of it, trying to unveil the buried truths.
In a dining car after dinner, Jason decided to make his final inquiry. He knew that mere reasoning and investigation could no longer provide complete answers; he needed direct dialogue to shatter each person's facade and reveal their deepest fears and guilt. The game had reached its decisive moment.
As Jason entered the dining car, all the suspects were already seated, the atmosphere heavy and oppressive. Each person's gaze was filled with vigilance and doubt, yet they could not escape it. They seemed to know that this final confrontation would soon unravel all the mysteries. Jason stood before them, his eyes scanning each individual before finally resting on a photograph on the table—it was Fernandez's memorial portrait.
"I know each of you has your secrets," Jason's voice was calm yet powerful. "I also know that each of you had a motive to kill Fernandez. Arthur Fernandez's death was not merely a personal act; it was a collective, premeditated murder. Each of you is part of this conspiracy."
The air suddenly tightened, like a taut string ready to snap at any moment. Each person's expression varied—some were pale, others had flickering eyes, while some appeared angry yet powerless. Jason continued, "Each of you contributed in some way to this deadlock. The relationships among you are intricate; your motives and actions have formed this conspiracy."
Jason's gaze first settled on Maria. Her face had turned pale, her hands clasped tightly on her lap, revealing her unease. "Maria," Jason's tone held no warmth, "your father's disappearance has always been a pain in your heart, and Fernandez was the one who drove your father to despair. You have longed for revenge against him, knowing that only with his death could you unravel the mystery of your father's disappearance."
Maria did not respond; she lowered her head, her gaze vacant as if recalling an unresolved past. Jason pressed on, "You know that Fernandez's death is your only chance for answers."
Next, Jason turned to Isabelle. She remained seated with an indifferent expression, her hands clenched so tightly that her fingertips were nearly white. "Isabelle," he said calmly, "your relationship with Fernandez is very complicated; he has deeply hurt you. You have harbored too much hatred for him, and that hatred ultimately became the motivation to kill him."
Isabelle's eyes glistened with unshed tears, but she remained silent. She bit her lip as if enduring inner pain and humiliation. Jason did not press further but shifted his gaze to Thomas. "Thomas," he continued in his steady voice, "your business rivalry with Fernandez has never ceased. Your financial crisis has already pushed you to the brink. You know that only with Fernandez's death can you rise again."
Thomas's face turned ashen; his brow furrowed with unease as flickers of anxiety danced in his eyes. He took a deep breath in an attempt to maintain composure but found himself unable to refute Jason's words. Jason then looked at Catherine: "Catherine, your marriage to Fernandez has long since crumbled, and your relationships with other men have been exposed. You have been trying to escape this entrapment, and Fernandez's death became your only means of breaking free from this painful relationship."
Catherine remained calm as if she had anticipated all of this. She said nothing but merely nodded slightly as if conceding to the truth of it all. Finally, Jason turned his gaze toward Victor. "Victor," he stated firmly, "you have harbored resentment toward Fernandez for a long time. He not only destroyed your career but also threatened your political ideals. You know that if you do not eliminate him, your dreams and ambitions will vanish."
A flicker of anger crossed Victor's eyes, his lips trembling slightly, clearly unable to contain himself any longer. He neither denied nor defended himself; he simply stared silently at Jason, his gaze filled with resentment and humiliation.
"Everyone has a motive," Jason's voice grew colder. "Your secrets intertwine, forming a silent conspiracy. Each of you has unwittingly contributed to the occurrence of this murder. Your motives are so complex that it is nearly impossible to discern who the most direct culprit is."
The room fell into silence, the air thick with tension. Everyone understood that although no one had committed the murder alone, each person's actions, words, and choices had invisibly propelled this deadlock into existence. Their collusion had become an intangible force, tightly binding all motives and desires together, leaving them unable to escape.
Jason paused, seemingly trying to suppress the complex emotions within him before finally speaking in a low voice. "However, despite all the evidence pointing to each of you, this is not a simple case. Your secrets may never be fully unveiled. The deeper motivations behind this case have long surpassed the murder itself. Each of you is both a victim and a perpetrator."
Jason stood up, surveying the room before taking a deep breath and slowly walking toward the door. He knew that some truths were destined to remain hidden in darkness, never to be revealed. The case had reached its conclusion, but the emotional entanglements and complex relationships would forever remain a mystery.
As the door closed behind him, silence returned to the room. Each person seemed shrouded in an unspoken gloom, while Jason disappeared down the corridor of the train, leaving behind a chilling emptiness.
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