In the next hour, Feng Bujue returned to his guest room and continued to wait for the "case" that would happen without knowing when.
This script is the most relaxing nightmare script he has ever played. Although his character's abilities have been completely restricted, except for the car explosion at the beginning, he has never encountered an obvious death.
flag, and the attitudes of the NPCs are also relatively friendly, and they all treat each other with courtesy.
It is estimated that as long as Brother Jue himself does not commit suicide acts, such as revealing his surname... nothing will threaten his safety.
"So... the difficulty is concentrated on the setting of Chapter 33..." Feng Bujue lay on the soft and comfortable bed, put his hands behind his head, and said lazily: "Hmm...
... Generally speaking... no matter whether it is a mystery novel or a detective movie, no more than a quarter of the space will be used for setting up and committing the crime. So... before Chapter 8, something will happen anyway..."
Just as he was muttering some boring nonsense, slight footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor outside the door.
Feng Bujue immediately sat up alertly and listened.
Regarding the sound of footsteps, Brother Jue has conducted some unsystematic but very practical research. Different heights, genders, occupations, clothing, living habits and even personalities will be reflected in the sound of a person walking.
At this time, he knew as soon as he heard that the person coming was the short gardener Barton.
Dong Dong——
Barton gently knocked on Feng Bujue's door.
"Who is it?" In fact, Feng Bujue was already standing behind the door, and he knew who it was, but he still had to pretend to ask.
"Uh... I'm a gardener, and my name is Barton." Barton replied outside the door, "We met outside, do you remember?"
Feng Bujue opened the door and faced the other party calmly: "Of course, hello, Mr. Barton, how can I help you?"
Barton exaggeratedly looked around on both sides of the corridor, and then lowered his voice and asked: "Mr. Feng... are you really a detective?"
"Yes." Feng Bujue's tone of reply seemed very normal, and revealed a convincing confidence. As he spoke, he turned sideways and said, "I think you have something to say to me, please come in."
Bar."
"Uh..." Barton hesitated for a second, turned his head again, and after carefully confirming that no one was watching, he stepped through the door, "Excuse me."
Feng Bujue closed the door smoothly, bolted the door, then turned around naturally and moved a chair to the other party, "Please sit down and talk, Mr. Barton."
"Thank you." Barton took the chair, but did not sit down immediately. He was waiting for the owner to sit down first.
Feng Bujue could see all these details. Without saying anything else, he moved another chair and sat on it directly.
Seeing this scene, Barton also sat down.
Through a few simple conversations and a few actions, Feng Bujue successfully gave the other party the illusion that "this Mr. Detective is very easy-going."
"There is something very important that I think it is necessary to tell you." Barton looked very nervous as soon as he opened his mouth. "But before I tell you about this matter, there are some things about myself that I want to tell you first."
You confess."
"I am all ears." Feng Bujue said.
Barton nodded, as if he had made a lot of determination, and said: "I... used to be a thief who slipped in and picked locks."
"Ever?" Feng Bujue answered.
"Uh... yes, of course it's not the case now." Barton explained, "Actually, when I was young, I also had a bright future... Oh... let's not mention it. In short, when I was thirty years old, I was in Pan Dong
Weier spent two years in prison. It was really terrible there. Even in the winter, the prisoners only had one piece of burlap overalls, and their food was boiled greybeans, a paste without oil, and there was endless work to do every day.
Son. One night, I was cold, hungry, and soaked by the rain. I thought I was going to freeze to death..."
"The important point, Mr. Barton." Feng Bujue said, "Please tell me the important point."
"Haha... I'm sorry." Barton said, "Anyway, that experience had a great impact on me, and I have changed my mind since then."
"So...is there any connection between this and the very important thing you are going to tell me?" Feng Bujue asked.
"I just hope you can fully trust me." Barton replied.
"Hmm..." Feng Bujue muttered, "That's weird... will describing his criminal record help gain my trust?" He continued without waiting for the other party to respond.
"Presumably the "very important" thing you are going to tell me will be very detrimental to someone in this house, right?"
"How did you know..." Barton didn't finish his sentence.
Feng Bujue interrupted: "This is obvious...a said bad things about b. If b wants to deny it, the best way is to attack a in turn and reduce the credibility of his remarks.' Are you really
Do you believe what that thief said? 'That's probably how it feels..." He scratched his head, "You also know very well that others will use your disgraceful experience to talk about things. So, you might as well do it yourself first
Tell me."
"Oh! Sir, you are amazing! You are indeed a great detective." Barton said with his eyes widened.
"Hmph...thank you..." Feng Bujue replied "humbly" with a face that was filled with joy.
A few seconds later, he said again: "Please feel free to tell me the matter, Mr. Barton. I have no prejudice against you. I can make my own judgment on whether it is true or false."
Barton nodded, swallowed, and said, "What I want to tell you is..." He lowered his voice and said seriously, "Master Dennis, may want to murder Mrs. Odetta..."
"The basis is..." Feng Bujue understood immediately upon hearing this that the gardener must have seen or heard something.
"Before, when Master Dennis and Master Colston were arguing in the room, I overheard a few words..." Barton said.
"Let me guess..." Feng Bujue raised his hands, with two fingers on each side, making a quotation mark gesture, "You 'happened' to be pruning the leaves on a tree outside that room, right?"
Barton blinked awkwardly, "Uh...yes."
"Okay... please continue. What did they say?" Feng Bujue shrugged and motioned for the other party to continue.
Barton continued: "I only heard a few words... Master Dennis seemed to be persuading the master to delete Lady Odetta's name from the will."
"Master refuses?" Feng Bujue asked.
Barton nodded, "Yes, and he was furious and even scolded the young master." His expression darkened, "At this moment, Master Dennis actually said..." (To be continued.)
