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The train arrived at Station G promptly at 2 o'clock.
Many passengers in the Sleeper Car leaned against the windows, enviously watching those who disembarked, feeling troubled about still being on this "Death Train."
The previous Fat Conductor had changed into casual clothes, hefting a heavy travel bag as he exchanged greetings with a colleague before stepping off the train.
His colleague, still smiling, called out, "Hey, Fatty, make sure your wife takes good care of you when you get home."
However, the Fat Conductor did not smile; he lowered his head and walked away. In his haste, he accidentally bumped into someone nearby.
Startled, the Fat Conductor was about to apologize when the other person spoke first, saying, "Sorry."
To his surprise, it was the short man he had encountered earlier on the train.
The Fat Conductor couldn't be bothered and turned to leave. But after just a few steps, he was stopped by several police officers. "Please come with us."
Seeing this, the short man's expression changed. He adjusted his bag and got up quickly, intending to leave in a hurry. However, several police officers were already blocking his way, their eyes fixed on him.
The passengers on the train witnessed this scene and began to whisper among themselves, realizing that the culprits were indeed the two of them.
At that moment, Si Jianxuan and Ming Jiushun were also leaning against the window. The train conductor sighed repeatedly, expressing disbelief that it was one of his long-time subordinates.
Ming Jiushun then self-deprecatingly remarked, "I almost forgot about that short guy."
In Car 10, Xue Zhengying saw the Fat Conductor and the little man being taken away by the police, and suddenly understood something. He shouted, "Scum! I will take revenge for my wife!"
If it weren't for Chen Xing holding him tightly, he would have jumped off.
Si Jianxuan and Ming Jiushun arrived at Xue Zhengying's bunk, watching him in a near-manic state, shaking their heads in disbelief.
It wasn't until the train had been moving for a while that Xue Zhengying gradually calmed down.
Chen Xing whispered to Ming Jiushun, "Officer, did they catch the killer?"
Ming Jiushun glanced at Si Jianxuan and nodded.
Si Jianxuan shrugged and spoke gently to the passengers in the carriage, "Since everyone is here, I will take a moment to explain the entire case from my personal perspective. I hope this helps restore everyone's travel mood."
The passengers, who had been busy with their own affairs, all stopped and turned to look at Si Jianxuan, and the carriage fell silent.
"First of all, as you may know, the police received a tip-off that a killer was lurking on the train, but there were no further leads. Three murders have occurred, and the killer's traces have been revealed. We followed the clues and discovered who the murderer is."
"Please listen carefully; I said 'murderer' and not 'killer.' That tip-off led us all to believe that the murderer was a professional hitman like those in movies. In reality, the so-called killer is a fictional character. The person who reported the killer was merely trying to confuse everyone because this person is the real murderer."
"This way, the three murders become much easier to explain since the motive is quite clear. All clues point unambiguously to..."
Si Jianxuan suddenly locked his gaze on Xue Zhengying. "You."
Xue Zhengying's mouth dropped open in shock.
Chen Xing said angrily, "Absurd!"
"Let me explain slowly. The biggest flaw in Xue Zhengying's story is that he came to report to us that his wife heard the killer fighting with the victim in the Smoking Room."
As Si Jianxuan spoke, his gaze sharpened. "However, he overlooked one crucial fact."
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