"Chunsheng, the mobile game you mentioned is a good idea, but there are many things to solve, such as the first one, whether we can obtain the authorization for the fifth-grade vegetative person." Tong Can expressed his doubts.
After hearing Tong Can's concerns, Hu Chunsheng smiled and said, "What's the point? We don't need to get his authorization at all. This thing has no copyright protection. At most, as long as we change the name inside, there will be no problem at all.
Yes, for example, we can change judges into adjudicators, and killers and werewolves can be changed into hunters, we just need to use our imagination."
Tong Can shook his head, "This is not good after all. I think it would be better to get an authorization."
Hu Chunsheng was a little anxious, "It's already cold after we get the authorization. Maybe someone has started to do this now. If we don't race against time, we still get authorization. It's putting the cart before the horse."
"This can't be rushed. I'll see if I can get authorization later. You can go back first. It's not too early." Tong Can ultimately did not agree to Hu Chunsheng's proposal.
After Hu Chunsheng separated from Tong Can in the corridor, he shook his head and sighed for a while, then suddenly rolled his eyes, took out his mobile phone and made a call.
"Brother Lin, you haven't gone to bed yet. I'm calling you so late because I want to discuss an opportunity to make a fortune with you. It's like this..."
After Tong Can returned to the dormitory, he rolled on the bed. As for Hu Chunsheng's phone calls to others after they separated from him, he didn't know and couldn't think of it.
"I just played the game and forgot about it. "Murder on the Orient Express" has also updated many chapters. I haven't read it yet."
Tong Can was lying on the bed, ready to read the newly updated chapters before going to sleep.
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The next morning, when Tong Can was lying on the bed with dark circles under his eyes and looking at the ceiling, he deeply regretted the decision he made in the middle of the night.
"Murder on the Orient Express" has been updated and the ending has come out. What he didn't expect was that all the twelve people interrogated were murderers!
In fact, Tong Can has seen a statistic. For general crimes, the more people involved, the greater the probability of being exposed.
But this case is obviously different, because it seems that Poirot is fighting alone. Although the final conclusion does not include Poirot's friends and doctors in the murderer's group, the two of them seem very suspicious, at least...
They didn't seem to be of much help.
In such a case, Poirot had to face numerous mysteries laid out for him by twelve people.
This is a revenge story.
The twelve murderers were inextricably linked to the Armstrong kidnapping case, and they boarded the express train for the same purpose.
Tong Can recalled how Miss Debenham was eager to catch the express train at the beginning of the book. She did not want to miss this opportunity for revenge.
The ending made Tong Can somewhat unexpected. Poirot finally chose to let these murderers go, which means that he had already agreed in his heart with the trial of Ratchett by these twelve people.
As for the analysis of the case, Poirot's analysis was not thorough enough in the last chapter, but some readers on the Internet listed all the clues that were previously revealed in the novel and that no one had noticed before.
The boss wrote down the time clues of the case, the distribution map of the carriages, and everyone’s doubts.
"Everyone involved in the case has something to hide."
Tong Can still remembers what the big boss said in the case analysis.
If Zhang Zhong saw this sentence, he would probably bang the table and ask the man who wrote the case analysis if he had read Agatha's "Roger Mystery".
Because in "Roger's Mystery", Poirot once said this: If you come into contact with these types of cases a few more times, you will find that they all have one characteristic in common: everyone involved in the case has something to hide.
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"Oh, I feel so sleepy."
Tong Can was eager to fall asleep. He tried hard for several hours, but found that the details of the case in his mind could not be dispelled at all.
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Zhang Zhong got up from the bed and stretched out comfortably. Autumn is a good season for sleeping. The coolness of the night makes the temperature of the quilt perfectly match the body.
After getting up, his father and mother had left, Pengpeng was still sleeping, and Zhang Zhong was not in a hurry to call her.
The porridge in the pot has been cooked. After Zhang Zhong fried a few egg pancakes, he took Pengpeng out of bed.
Zhang Zhong held Pengpeng in his arms, and the little girl dug straight into his chest. After a while, he probably felt that he was not in bed, and he woke up in a daze.
After she woke up, Zhang Zhong put her in the bathroom and asked her to brush her teeth and wash her face.
After brushing her teeth with her eyes closed, she rubbed her face with a dry towel. This was considered as her face was washed.
Zhang Zhong couldn't stand it anymore, so he put her on the sink, wetted her face with a towel and rubbed it thoroughly.
"Oh, daddy, you're going to rub Pengpeng's face off."
Zhang Zhong ignored her and sent her to school after washing her face properly.
When he got home, he received a call from Xu Yuhan.
Xu Yuhan called because she wanted to ask Pengpeng what to do with the practice drawings that she had left at her place.
Students who learn painting in the studio sometimes leave their finished paintings in the studio. Peng Pengluo has a lot of paintings. After all, she used to paint every day, and many times she was too lazy to bring them back.
When Xu Yuhan was cleaning up the studio today, he saw a lot of paintings left behind by Peng Peng, and wanted to ask Zhang Zhong how to deal with them. Although they were all practice paintings, it would be a pity to throw them away. Xu Yuhan's suggestion was to bind the paintings into a book for later use.
It is also a memorial.
Zhang Zhong thought this suggestion was good and agreed.
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When Zhang Zhong took Pengpeng to the studio in the evening, Xu Yuhan handed Zhang Zhong a large album.
Zhang Zhong opened it and looked at it. It was filled with paintings that Peng Peng had painted before.
All the paintings were bound together, and Zhang Zhong noticed that they were bound in chronological order and wrapped in an exquisite book cover.
"Teacher Xu took the trouble."
Xu Yuhan could have done nothing and just brought the painting to him, but not only did she bind it, but she also bound it so well. Zhang Zhong was grateful from the bottom of his heart and felt that this little girl was indeed a very considerate person.
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"You're welcome, it's all what I should do."
Xu Yuhan said with a smile, staring at Zhang Zhong closely.
Even though it had been so long, she was still in a daze looking at Zhang Zhong's face at such a close distance.
He is a fifth grade vegetable.
Xu Yuhan just finished reading "Murder on the Orient Express" last night, and the plot of the book still pops up in her mind from time to time.
The feeling of having the original author right in front of me is really hard to describe.
Zhang Zhong raised his head and glanced at Xu Yuhan, smiling, "Is there anything else you need to do, Teacher Xu?"
She had been looking at him for a long time. Although Zhang Zhong had lowered his head just now, he could still feel her burning gaze.