The police arrived faster than expected, arriving in twenty minutes.◎◎
During these twenty minutes, Barton helped Mrs. Carol up and sent her to the living room to rest; Butler Henderson was carried back to the room. Since he had not yet fully recovered, he was temporarily taken care of by Aunt Oliver; Jack and
After Powell carried Henderson away, he quickly returned to the scene of the crime. However, Brother Jue was still on guard and refused to let anyone in, including himself. Even Mr. Colston, who came after hearing the news, also
I couldn't pass the level of Feng Bujue.
The head of the house is indeed extraordinary. Although he was very excited when he came, when Feng Bujue explained the reason for blocking everyone from entering the scene, Colston quickly calmed down and affirmed
Brother Jue’s approach.
As a police car with its siren blaring stopped in front of the villa, system prompts rang in Feng Bujue's ears. His mission was updated to:
Barton answered the door and led several police officers to the door of the room where the crime occurred.
At this time, there were five people waiting in the corridor. In addition to Feng Bujue, there were also Mr. Colston, Mrs. Odetta, Master Jack and Dr. Powell.
Barton was followed by three police officers, led by a detective who was dressed in a suit and casual clothes, wearing a round hat on his head and shiny leather shoes. He looked about fifty years old, with a slightly chubby body and cheekbones.
Hu Xiu is very distinctive, and his eyebrows give people a shrewd and capable feeling.
The other two police officers are relatively young. One of them has a baby face and looks like a half-year-old kid who has just graduated from school. Both of them are wearing uniforms. Judging from the style... they are very similar to the British in the 1980s.
The uniform is a black police uniform, but the details are somewhat different. After all, this is a fictional country, and this difference is understandable.
"I am Detective Scofield." The plainclothes agent walked up to the crowd and said, "Who is Mr. Lovecraft?"
Colston took a few steps forward with a cane and said: "I am Colston Lovecraft, the owner of the villa..." He paused, "The father of the deceased..."
Scofield looked at Colston with sharp eyes for a few seconds, without concealing his suspicion. Detectives like him have long developed an occupational disease. He is better at talking to "people" than looking for evidence.
"Deal with each other and find a breakthrough in the interrogation.
"So... where is the body?" Schofield asked.
"It's in that room." Colston pointed to the door beside Feng Bujue.
"Well, I'm sorry. I borrowed it." Hearing this, Schofield winked at the two men behind him and motioned for them to follow.
When the three of them walked to the door, Feng Bujue stepped away from the door.
When Scofield passed by Brother Jue, he looked him up and down. Without paying much attention, he turned his attention to the door.
"Huh?" Schofield hesitated for a moment when he saw that there was still a key in the door lock. He tried to turn the door handle and found that the door was actually unlocked. Two seconds later, he saw behind the opened door.
Corpse on sofa chair.
"Has anyone moved the body?" Schofield did not enter the door immediately, but turned around and asked.
"No." Jack on the side continued. "After Carol found the body, the house has remained the same."
"Who are you?" Schofield asked.
"My name is Jack." Jack replied, gesturing in the direction of the body with his chin, "The man sitting there is my brother Dennis." He paused and added, "Carol is Dennis.
Wife, she is in the living room now."
Scofield stared at Jack for a few seconds. Then he looked back at the room, "Did you tell everyone not to go in?"
"No. It's him." Jack pointed at Feng Bujue.
Scofield turned around, but before he could speak, Brother Jue said, "Hello, police officer, I am Feng Bujue."
"Feng..." When Schofield heard the name, his expression changed. He opened his eyes wide again and looked Feng Bujue up and down again, "What? You said your name is Feng Bujue?"
From the tone of the other person's question, Brother Jue vaguely felt that the policeman had heard his name. Thinking of the setting in the introduction of the script, he tentatively replied: "Yes, Feng Bujue, I am a detective.
"
"Oh! Is it really you!" Schofield suddenly raised his voice. He glanced at Brother Jue's face a few more times, as if to confirm something, and then continued, "No wonder I feel familiar. Now I think
Get up, I saw you in the newspaper! You are the famous detective Feng Bujue!"
"Well... I see... No matter what name I tell the NPC, the system will default to the character I play with this name, right..." Feng Bujue thought to himself, "Speaking of which... I am really a 'name'
Detective. Even the police in a place like this have heard of my name, which means that I am quite famous. I am basically as famous as Poirot (hercule_, the Belgian detective written by Agatha Christie. I live with someone in London.
Different from the paranoid narcissist who hides his merits and fame, Poirot is a very famous detective in his setting. Many of his cases have been reported by the media and his name is also well known to the public. It is worth mentioning
However, in the work "Hercules", the author has vaguely hinted that in 1864, the Holmes family visited the Poirot family during their second trip to the European continent. This should also be what Christie said to Conan.
A tribute from you, everyone loves a bigot..."
"Ah, yes, that's right." Feng Bujue still had a calm and unfathomable expression on the surface, and he replied coldly.
"Oh! I'm still wondering how any ordinary people know how to protect the scene." Schofield said, "It turns out that you are here!"
At this time, the Lovecraft family members all had very complicated expressions on their faces. This expression had two meanings: first, it was surprise. None of them expected that this guy in front of them was really a famous person.
Detective. Second, I feel guilty...because people with secrets don't really want to deal with people who specialize in revealing secrets.
"Oh! That's great!" Schofield continued, "Please be sure to give us some guidance. With you here, I think the case will be solved quickly."
"Haha...hehe...I'll try my best." Feng Bujue laughed dryly, but he was thinking in his heart: "Although I am quite confident in my reasoning ability, if the case is solved quickly...is it really good?
…
This is only the ninth chapter. If the case is solved within five chapters, the remaining twenty chapters will only allow readers to see the garbled codes that the author rolled out with his face on the keyboard...
By the way, your name is five characters long, and the frequent occurrence of six-character surnames like Lovecraft, as well as the large explanatory paragraph above, are all despicable means of secretly stretching the number of characters...
...The effect of this method of refreshing the lower limit is actually very small...
Sure enough, if you want to survive until Chapter 33, you still have to rely on my strength!"
