Note: The part framed in [ ] in this chapter is Detective Scofield’s inner complaints.
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Within a few minutes, there was another knock on the door, and it was Dumpdy's voice outside the door, "Sir, Master Colston is here."
"Please come in," Schofield responded.
The door opened, and Odetta appeared at the door holding Master Colston.
After the two entered the house, Colston sat down unceremoniously. This was his home after all, and Feng Bujue and the police were already taking the spotlight.
"Sorry, we want to talk to Mr. Lovecraft alone." Feng Bujue said to the hostess, "Can you please go out first?"
"This..." Odetta looked at Colston with questioning eyes, and the latter nodded to her.
Odetta hesitated for a moment, then walked out the door. Before going out, she seemed to remember something and turned around and said: "Uh... gentlemen, police officers, Butler Henderson has woken up, and the doctor said he is fine.
It's getting late now, and if possible, I'd like to tell Oliver to prepare dinner."
"I don't have a problem with that," Schofield said.
Feng Bujue looked at Colston. The master seemed to have no objection, so he replied: "Then I'll bother you, madam."
After Odetta left, the door was closed again by Dumpty, leaving three people in the house.
Schofield was still sitting in his original position, but Feng Bujue began to pace slowly around Master Colston.
"I'm sorry that I have to bother you again and again at this time." Feng Bujue said.
[Hmm...the opening remarks are exactly the same as before.]
"It doesn't matter, you have responsibilities as well." Colston replied in a neither humble nor condescending manner.
[Hey...it's so weird that the answers are the same. Only the tone is different, and the content is the same! But...the next sentence should be different, because Colston has already sat down.
So it is impossible for Mr. Feng to say "Please sit down" again.]
"I'll get straight to the point." Feng Bujue continued, "The murderer is someone in this villa, right among us."
[Hey——! After skipping that sentence, I used the exact same line again! 】
Colston's expression did not change. He just replied calmly: "Who do you suspect?"
"I did think of some hypotheses." Feng Bujue said with a very embarrassed look, "But before I am completely sure, I want to hear your opinion first."
[I know this script by heart! I can ask questions according to this routine!]
Colston raised his head, met Feng Bujue's gaze, and said coldly: "Do you want me to accuse one of my family members?"
"They're not all family members," Feng Bujue said. "Henderson, Oliver, Barton, and Powell, none of them have the surname Lovecraft."
"To me, they are family," Colston replied. "I don't want to believe that any of them are murderers."
【Oh...this old man is quite humane.】
"Can you really not think of anyone who has the motive to kill Dennis?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Yes," Colston replied, "that's you."
【He turned out to be the guest.】
"Me?" Feng Bujue said, "Oh? Haha..." He sneered, looking like he was in need of a beating, "What's your basis?"
"There is no special basis." Colston replied, "It's just that you have an unknown origin. I heard from Carol that you suddenly appeared on the mountain road to stop the car. This is very suspicious, isn't it?
?Maybe you are just a fake detective. In fact, you are a killer or something. After killing my son, you used your identity as a detective as a cover to point the finger at other people. This can just remove the suspicion."
While the other party was talking, Feng Bujue had slowly walked to the desk, picked up the brochure on the table and read it silently. Until Colston finished speaking, Brother Jue did not respond. He just continued to turn his back to the other party.
Turn the page.
"Are you listening?" Colston asked again after nearly ten seconds of silence.
"Ah? What? Have you finished speaking?" Feng Bujue turned around, eyes wide open, with a mean expression on his face.
[Hey...you obviously heard it, are you pretending not to listen on purpose...um...but this should also be a way to anger the other party.]
"Sorry, I started to ignore it when you said 'no special basis'." Feng Bujue continued, "With this sentence at the bottom, the rest of it is basically nonsense."
"Hmph... young man." Colston sneered, "If you want to anger me, isn't it too ridiculous to use the childish trick of 'pretending to ignore'?"
"After some reasoning, I still feel unhappy because there is no audience..." Feng Bujue responded with a similar sneer, "It seems that I overestimated you before..."
[He just cursed! And he said it in a dirty way! Five minutes ago, he said a lot of things coolly, and in the end, who was the one who emphasized to me to "remain elegant"!]
"Let me tell you what the real reasoning is!" Feng Bujue looked at Colston with a sharp look in his eyes and said, "I swear in the name of grandpa! All the mysteries have been solved!"
[I said... I feel like some strange lines have been mixed in... By the way, who is your grandfather... Also... you have already ruled out Colston as a suspect on the grounds of "inconvenient legs and feet", right?
...The next step is undoubtedly to prepare to make casual remarks to slander him... Doesn't it matter if your grandpa doesn't keep it safe for the evening?】
"What exactly do you want to say?" Colston asked, glaring at Feng Bujue.
"You are the murderer!" Feng Bujue pointed at Colston and said domineeringly.
"Are you crazy? Do you know what you are talking about?" Colston was not a womanizer like Carol. He was very calm and turned to look at Schofield next to him, "Detective, this
Are people really detectives? What is the attitude of your police?"
No matter what he said, Feng Bujue still went his own way and continued: "I have solved the mystery of the secret room... When the door was locked, the murderer used a weapon such as a steel wire to kill Dennis, and then walked out of the window.
He pulled it out, and then used the murder weapon to lock the window from outside the house." He raised the pamphlet in his hand, "You told Officer Mark that one hour before the incident, Dr. Powell took your blood pressure, and you continued to
Stay alone in your room to rest. In other words, you have enough time to sneak to the guest room on the first floor, kill someone, leave the house, discard the murder weapon, and then return to your room."
After hearing this, Colston thought for a few seconds, "Is this your reasoning?" He snorted coldly and stamped the floor with his crutch, "Then please tell me a person who has difficulty walking without crutches.
, how to kill someone with a steel wire? How to climb out of the window?" (To be continued...)
