"This shouldn't be a smoke bomb by the author..." Feng Bujue thought to himself, "The tasks have been updated, and judging from the terms 'investigating the scene' and 'waiting for the police', it's quite clear that
The rhythm of the murders."
"Mr. Feng... Feng." Barton looked at Feng Bujue at a loss, "Did you hear..."
Feng Bujue replied: "Anyway... let's go take a look first." He walked quickly towards the door and waved for Barton to follow him.
The two walked through the corridor and ran towards the direction of the sound.
This time the scream came from the first floor, on the east side of the villa, which happened to be a room symmetrical to Jue Ge's guest room.
Feng Bujue and Barton were the first to rush to the scene after hearing the sound. After turning a corner in the corridor, they saw the ashen-faced Mrs. Carol. The woman was sitting on the ground in the corridor, muttering.
She muttered: "Oh... God... no... this is not true..." while her eyes were fixed on the open door in front of her.
"Madam, what's going on? Are you okay?" Barton asked.
Feng Bujue didn't seem to care much about Mrs. Carol's condition. He just glanced at her briefly, then strode towards the guest room, turned around and looked at the door...
Standing at the door, you can see the body of a man, slumped on a sofa. His head is tilted to one side, his eyes are white, and his mouth is half-open. His neck, collar, and shirt have all been covered with wounds.
Soaked in a lot of blood.
Along with the sound of footsteps, several more people arrived. Jack was walking at the front. He asked as he walked, "What's going on?"
Following closely behind, there were Dr. Powell, Housekeeper Henderson, and Mrs. Odetta. They all appeared in the corridor with expressions of doubt and worry.
Feng Bujue didn't say anything. Before the onlookers approached, he quickly rushed into the house and checked whether there was anyone hiding under the bed, in the closet and in the bathroom. He then took a close look at the deceased's wounds. After confirming that Dennis was completely dead, Feng Bujue said nothing.
, Brother Jue quickly retreated to the door, just in time to meet Jack.
"Oh! God! Dennis!" Jack was startled when he saw the body. He was stunned for two seconds and then wanted to run to the door.
But a strong arm stopped him and blocked him from the door.
"What are you doing! Let me in!" Jack shouted excitedly.
"He's already dead." Feng Bujue said, "You can't do anything if you go in." He said in a calm and firm manner, "If you don't want to leave any evidence against yourself at the murder scene, the last step is to
Just don't step through this door."
At this time, Henderson also came to the door. As soon as he looked out and saw the body, his face convulsed, and he immediately covered his chest in pain and fell down.
Jack was next to him and instinctively supported Henderson, "Hey! Henderson, are you okay?"
Dr. Powell, who was not far away, hurried forward, "He has a heart disease! Quick, let him lie down first." He looked up at Barton, "Mr. Barton, there is a medicine box in my room, please..."
"Oh! I'll go right away!" Barton understood what the doctor meant before he finished speaking. He turned around and ran back.
As he turned the corner, he happened to pass by the maid Olive.
"What happened? Mr. Barton?" Oliver asked suspiciously.
But Barton had no time to pay attention to her, and rushed over anxiously.
Feng Bujue stood at the door of the room, observing everyone's actions with cold eyes. At this moment, he spoke again, "Ms. Oliver."
"Uh...what? Sir." Oliver, who was far away at the end of the corridor, asked with a confused look on his face.
"Please call the police." Feng Bujue said calmly. "A murder occurred here."
Oliver's reaction was naturally surprising, but Feng Bujue's tone didn't sound like a joke at all. Considering the situation of everyone in the corridor, Oliver belatedly exclaimed, "Oh! It's terrible."
Feng Bujue didn't have time to stabilize everyone's emotions. He just did what he had to do. He turned his head to the other side and said to the dumbfounded Lady Odetta, "Madam, can I help you?"
Go to the second floor...tell your husband what happened here."
"Hey! Man!" Jack, who was kneeling on the ground to help the doctor resuscitate Henderson, suddenly raised his head, "Who are you? When did you become the one giving orders here?"
"I'm just a relatively calm outsider." Feng Bujue's eyes quickly swept over every face, "I believe you should also know that if there are victims, there are murderers."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions suddenly changed.
"So, before the police arrive, I hope you can cooperate with me to protect the scene." Feng Bujue said, and walked out of the room. He was about to close the door, but found... the door facing the corridor was locked, and there was a
Take the key.
"Mrs. Carol." Feng Bujue asked immediately, "Was the door locked before you opened it?"
After a few minutes, and with more people around, Carol's mood stabilized a little, but then she started sobbing and was unable to answer Feng Bujue's question.
"Please answer me, this is very important." Feng Bujue asked.
"Wuwuwu...yes...yes." Carlo managed to squeeze out a sentence.
"What's wrong?" Jack asked Brother Jue, "What does that mean?"
Feng Bujue raised his finger and pointed at the window opposite the guest room, and said: "That is the only window in the bedroom. It is closed at the moment, and the window handle is also recessed." He paused for a second and then continued, "This is the window in the bedroom.
The layout of the room is the same as the guest room I am in. There is a frosted glass window in the bathroom, but it is very small, no more than ten inches on a side, and cannot be passed through. "
Jack seemed to have come to his senses, his expression suddenly changed, "You mean... the murderer... is still in the room?"
"How is that possible..." Feng Bujue denied, "How could anyone close the doors and windows and stay at the scene after the murder... Besides, I have already seen it just now, and there is no one else in the house." He touched his chin and said,
"It seems... this is a secret room murder."
While they were talking, Barton hurried back carrying the medicine box.
"Quick! Give me the medicine box." Dr. Powell took the medicine box, skillfully found the needed medicine, and gave old Henderson an injection. Then, he listened with the stethoscope for a while. Then he sighed.
He said in one breath: "Huh... It should be okay. I think he was too frightened. He will be fine after resting for a long time."
Powell wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Jack, can you help me carry him back to the room?"
"Okay..." Jack replied, glaring at Feng Bujue sideways, and said coldly, "Anyway, there is a great detective here, so there is no need for me to interfere." (To be continued)
