Murder On The Orient Express Novels & Stories

I roam the cold road of Cannon Street. While driving with turmoil of ways to kill that man in my mind I received a message from my wife. 'Mj, my car is out of gas. Can I share a ride with you tonight?' —wife. Dang! I shouldn't leave earlier. She send her location. 'I'll pick you up, wait for me.' —sent. I rushed to her location and I really hate seeing her again with that man. She entered his car and they rushed off the road. I followed them to know if he'll bring her to her house. Mark Justin always comes in my way.

************ Lucian The tension was so thick in the hospital room, it was almost palpable. Rick and Bobby stood on one side near the panoramic windows. Their usual features now displayed a myriad of emotions, ranging from anger to concern. Dr Jones, on the other hand, was looking with uncured interest at the body of the girl. She seemed to be in her teenage. It was clear that she was murdered similarly, apart from a clean cut on her neck. It was done by a claw. "She has been badly violated, several times. Seems like she was raped to death. Her bites and cuts are done by were. However, the lack of scent proves those criminals are masking their scent, which means they are organized, and they h

Thomas explained, “It’s ether. I smelled ether residue in the alley. The murderer knocked the victim out using ether before he kidnapped her. But this time, he made a small mistake and left some clues on the scene.” The holy woman admired Thomas’ skills even more. At that moment, they suddenly heard someone knocking on the door again. “Hmm? What now?” A subordinate opened the door and walked in. A herdsman from the goose farm was standing at the door with a kid, and the herdsman looked anxious as he said, “Your Holiness, big news! Wills might have seen the murderer!”

************ Lucian The tension was so thick in the hospital room, it was almost palpable. Rick and Bobby stood on one side near the panoramic windows. Their usual features now displayed a myriad of emotions, ranging from anger to concern. Dr Jones, on the other hand, was looking with uncured interest at the body of the girl. She seemed to be in her teenage. It was clear that she was murdered similarly, apart from a clean cut on her neck. It was done by a claw. "She has been badly violated, several times. Seems like she was raped to death. Her bites and cuts are done by were. However, the lack of scent proves those criminals are masking their scent, which means they are organized, and they h

Then he gave the phone to Flora to check something: It was an article about the crime that happened during their trip to the orient express. “The result came out. It was done by an unknown person. Case closed.” “Thank goodness!” said Flora while reading the article. Then she read a line that made her open her mouth in astonishment: “Faranight wasn’t poisoned! The cause of death was sinking!” “He went on board to meet his old friend and go together to where they hid some gold they stole from the mafia ten years ago. But Faranight felt a pang of huge guilt and he suicide. The other one has been taken care of by your friend Amélie.”

“I’ll be down in a second, Hedy… Try not to eat all the pasta without me.” “Pasta?” I brightened and hurried towards the stairs, pretending to hurry away, but I slowed my gait and focused my hearing as Candido and Allen began to speak. It was easier with my instincts so tuned into Candido’s presence. “There’s been another murder,” Allen said. I heard paper shuffling. “In the Eastern slums.” “… a suspect was caught?” My eyes widened, and I strained to hear more. Was it the same person who attacked headquarters or someone else?

The assistant hurriedly said, “Master, judging by the words on Master Franco’s forehead, the murderer is probably Oskian!” Finley nodded with a dark face, and he pushed away his anger as he agreed, “He’s probably not just Oskian. He should also know many of our secrets...” Having said that, Finley immediately said, “Right! Franco was supposed to pick up the new stocks from the Italians last night. Help me ask them what the hell happened last night!”

She trembled slightly but quickly returned to her calm demeanor. Immediately, under the shock of everyone, Mrs. Zonder slowly stood up and admitted. "I was the murderer.” Finn was at a loss. This ending was somewhat different from what he expected. Mrs. Zonder confessed her motive for the murder. "I’ve been working in Sycamore Annex for many years and was mainly responsible for Ms. Josie's diet and daily life. I have a strong affection for Ms. Josie. That night, it was the middle of the night when I saw Hiroshi assaulting Ms. Josie. My hate for Hiroshi crept up on me and the malicious intent was formed—"

Lyon scratched his head and said, "I'm just a data clerk, but since this was the first case I recorded when I first started my internship at the bureau, I remember it very clearly." Lyon said awkwardly, "Because no one reported the case, he had no relatives to seek justice for him, and he was a social outcast. At the time, the bureau was cracking down on organized crime, with many major cases piling up, so no one wanted to take on this neglected case, and it was eventually dropped..." Aurora was deeply shocked. It was exactly as her intuition had suggested. Dante didn't die, accidentally, he was murdered. Who was the murderer?

No— He smiled in that sick, calculating way. And then the gunshot. And another. I couldn’t breathe. I sat frozen, my hands numb, knees locking as if standing was no longer an option. The news anchor continued. “Dominic Rossi is seen here in what experts confirm is a direct execution order involving two civilians—both later confirmed dead in an unsolved double homicide last year. Authorities believe this footage will lead to a nationwide investigation into—” The room faded. Not figuratively.