The deceased was a male, Caucasian, who looked to be around forty years old. He was wearing a black shirt, a dark brown jacket, and jeans; he was wearing a pair of thick gloves on his hands.
gloves, and a fishing line wrapped between his hands.
Less than one meter away from the deceased was a desk. At this time, a corner of the desk was stained with a large amount of blood. Centered on this "corner", the blood radiated out in a spray pattern and stained almost all the surrounding objects.
On things...Those things include but are not limited to walls, floors, curtains, tabletops, table sides, flower pots, etc.
When Feng Bujue saw the deceased, the expensive pure wool carpet under the body had been soaked red with brown blood, and the pungent smell could be said to hit his face.
"Hey! Feng." The police chief saw Brother Jue pretending to touch the body, "You don't want to touch the body, right?"
Even though the Sheriff has received many benefits from John over the years and treats John differently because of his status on the island, the Sheriff still has a bottom line, so he only gave a warning at this moment to prevent Brother Jue from exposing his fingerprints or anything like that.
stay on site.
Of course Feng Bujue also knew that he was not a police officer and was not the first person to see the body. It was absolutely inappropriate to touch the body like this.
"Ah... don't worry, I'm just taking a look." Feng Bujue said, already squatting down.
Without touching the body, he observed the state of the deceased as carefully as possible, then stood up and turned his gaze to the desk next to the deceased.
The objects on the desk seemed messy at this time, and many of them were scattered on the ground. Among the objects still on the desk, the first thing that caught Brother Jue's attention was a phone.
It was an "old-fashioned" phone, a very "old" one that looked like a product from the 1970s... The piggy bank-like shape and ring-shaped dialing device were probably something that many modern people had never seen before.
Of course, Feng Bujue must recognize it and know how to use this kind of phone.
"Mr. Herbert." After looking at it for a few seconds, Feng Bujue asked without looking back, "Did you use this phone again after the case?"
The "Mr. Herbert" he was referring to was undoubtedly John.
After thinking about it for a moment, John responded: "Yes, this is the phone I used to contact the police chief." He paused for half a second, then immediately asked, "How did you know?"
If Feng Bujue's reasoning was "You were on the phone during the crime," then John would definitely only answer "yes" and not ask any more questions; because the person who spoke to John during the crime was Sam.
The latter had probably told Feng Bujue what he heard during the phone call.
But now, what Feng Bujue deduced was that "the phone was used after the crime", which made John a little confused.
"Haha..." Brother Jue heard this and turned around with a smile, "Because there is a little blood on your right auricle."
Before he finished speaking, Sam and the Sheriff both turned their attention to John's face.
Even John himself was shocked, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch that area, and the result... there was really blood.
"Because there isn't much blood there, you really can't tell it unless you look closely. I only discovered it when I passed by you..." Feng Bujue continued to observe the scene while talking eloquently, "At first, I
I thought it was splashed on during the crime, but the problem is... all the other blood stains on your body are concentrated on the left side and back of your body, and the entire right half of your body only has a tiny bit of blood on your ear.
...This thing is a little strange." At this point, he pointed to the phone on the table. Only when I saw the phone and the blood stain between the receiver and the stand did I know the answer."
In the process of hearing Brother's explanation, John already had some ominous premonitions in his heart...
There is no doubt that John is not a law-abiding citizen. He has committed far more illegal activities than forging wills and murdering his biological father...but he is still at large.
A man like him naturally has the instinct to recognize danger.
At this moment, Feng Bujue... was undoubtedly a danger.
"It seems that your friend is really a good detective." After a second, John looked at Sam and said in a tone that meant something.
"What?" Sam was not to be outdone, "He made you nervous?"
"Why should I be nervous?" John replied very calmly, "But you... are not afraid of setting fire to..."
"Mr. Herbert!" Feng Bujue interrupted John loudly before he could finish his words, "The injury on your neck...is not serious, right?"
The injuries he was referring to were several red strangulation marks on John's neck. They were new injuries at first glance, and they were very obvious. Sam and the Sheriff also noticed these injuries when they saw John.
"Ah... not bad." John replied lukewarmly.
"Allow me to make a bold guess about what happened here..." When Feng Bujue said this, he had already left the vicinity of the corpse and turned back toward the corridor. "Generally speaking... this should be a case of self-defense."
A murder, right?”
"That's necessary!" Before John could speak, the police chief said excitedly, "The deceased was a typical illegal intruder, and he still had a murder weapon in his hand. If Mr. Herbert hadn't been lucky, he might have
The one who died tonight is..."
"Thanks, Dorst, I think I can answer this question myself." Unexpectedly, John didn't appreciate it very much. He interrupted the police chief (now we know, his name is Dorst. As for why the previous chapters
(I have never explained this matter, it must be because I have delayed naming him), I said to Brother Jue, "Mr. Feng... what is the nature of what happened tonight, I think...
...It's too early to draw a conclusion now." He said, glancing at his brother again, "Because you are Sam's friend and a detective, and Sam is related to this matter... so
I just let you see the scene..."
"What do you mean?" Hearing this, Sam couldn't help it. He excitedly interjected, "What do you mean I have something to do with this?"
"Hmph..." John sneered and looked at Sam, "What do you think?"
"You are an important witness, Brother Sam." Feng Bujue saw that Sam might be showing off, and quickly spoke up, "The case happened when you were on the phone with John, didn't it? Your testimony is bound to help restore the truth.
plays a decisive role."
"Yeah... that's right." After Brother Jue reminded him, Sam also realized that he was almost fooled, "I... can testify."
Fortunately, he muttered nonsense to give himself some time to calm down. 8
