"Hmph..." Feng Bujue snorted coldly, "You're just pretending..." Even he didn't believe this, but he still pointed to Colston's legs and said, "For today's secret room layout,
, in order to clear away the suspicion of murder... starting from three years ago, I pretended to have difficulty walking with my legs and used crutches in my daily life."
"What the hell are you talking about..." Colston was shocked. This theory is simply unbelievable... How could anyone pretend to be a cripple for three years in order to murder his son? The effect of pretending to sprain his leg three days before the murder
Isn't it the same?
"But in fact... you are still very agile in your actions. With your skills as a retired veteran, killing someone is not a problem at all." Feng Bujue continued, "As for the motive... I think the person who was in this house today is
Everyone saw it... When you and Dennis were arguing, you fired two shots in a row. This shows that you have already had enough patience with him. If it weren't for the fact that it was too easy to detect after shooting, you wouldn't be aiming at the ceiling.
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"You!" Colston was finally irritated and became a part of Brother Jue's mocking record. He shouted angrily, "You bastard! What the hell are you talking about!"
"Why...did you become angry after being exposed by me..." Feng Bujue maintained his arrogant expression and said, "Or do you think there are any flaws in my flawless reasoning?"
"Hey...is there any flaw in your theory that is riddled with holes..." Scofield continued to complain in his heart. Because what Brother Jue said was so nonsense, the detective was too embarrassed to speak up.
"You..." After swearing a few curse words, Colston seemed to calm down a little. He was still a reasonable person, so he replied, "You can ask Dr. Powell about my physical condition." He glared.
Looking at Feng Bujue's eyes, "If you think that the doctor has been bribed by me, I can show you the certificate issued by the best hospital in the country, as well as my insurance record."
Feng Bujue immediately pretended to be embarrassed and stammered back: "Uh...I see...is that so..."
Colston added, "So, now do you still think it's okay for me to kill someone?"
Feng Bujue touched his chin and said in deep thought: "But the fierce quarrel between you and Dennis today is true..." He suddenly realized again. "Oh! Yes! The murderer must be Dr. Powell! After you and Dennis finished the quarrel,
After he was kicked out, he and Powell plotted the murder in the room, with him as the executor and you as the mastermind."
"At that time, I just asked Powell to measure my blood pressure and inject today's medicine." Colston replied, "This is what I do every day." He paused. "In addition, why did Dr. Powell do this?
Kill someone for me? He is not a killer. If I casually say to a person working in the villa, 'I will give you a sum of money to kill someone for me,' will that person do it?"
"It's hard to say..." Feng Bujue said, turning his back to the other person and slowly walking towards the desk. At this moment, his eyes changed and his tone became colder, "If you make up your mind to kill someone,
, there will always be a way." He tentatively said, "It depends on how serious the conflict between you and Dennis is..."
"That's my son! What kind of conflict can there be between us?" Colston asked, "Even if...even if there is some dispute, there is no way he will have murderous intentions!"
"Oh? Then may I ask...what is the core of your dispute today?" Feng Bujue asked.
"This is my family matter," Colston replied in a deep voice.
"Family affairs?" Feng Bujue smiled, "With all due respect, if you can avoid the problem with these two words, then it is estimated that half of the murder cases in the world will not be able to record a confession." He began to mislead.
The other party said, “The interval between the time you and Dennis argued and fired the gun, and the time he was killed and discovered was only over an hour.
Mr. Colston, you are also a knowledgeable person. You should know very well that no matter who comes to investigate this case. In the end, you cannot avoid this question - what are you and Dennis arguing about?
If you tell me now, only Detective Schofield and I know about this matter. After the case is solved, no one will mention it again. But if you insist on not telling it and the case is delayed... there will always be
One day, you will be forced to answer in the witness box or the defendant's box in the court. There will be a jury, reporters, and a group of ordinary citizens watching the excitement. The person asking you the question is likely to be someone who hates rich people and harbors suspicions.
A biased prosecutor will induce you to say more negative things about yourself. And all your answers will be recorded in court and even published in the newspapers."
"That's enough!" Colston was deceived by Feng Bujue. His concerns about the situation the other party said forced the old man to make up his mind. "In that case..." His eyes swept over Feng Bujue.
Bujue and Schofield's face said, "I can say it, but you have to ensure that it cannot reach other people's ears, especially my family."
"I promise, sir," Schofield added, "I'm a tight-lipped man."
Feng Bujue also said: "Don't worry, these words will never spread outside this study."
At this point, Brother Jue finally succeeded... He had never doubted Colston. The reason why he went through such a long circle was to get the head of the family to tell him personally... what the content of the argument between Dennis and Colston was.
Although Barton had already informed Feng Bujue before, Brother Jue did not completely trust the gardener. Therefore, he had to listen to Colston himself.
Of course, even if what Colston said at this moment does not match what Barton said, it does not prove that Barton was lying. Anyway, Dennis is dead, Colston can say whatever he wants, and he doesn’t know Barton
I went to find Feng Bujue. There is a third situation - both of them lied, so the situation is even more complicated...
"Dennis wants to monopolize my inheritance." Colston started, and this was his answer.
"Um...exclusive, right..." Feng Bujue asked knowingly, "So...you have a will? And the content of this will makes Dennis not satisfied, right?"
"Yes, I have a will." Colston said, "But no one knows the contents of the will except me and my lawyer." He paused for a few seconds, "Of course Dennis doesn't know either, but he thinks...
In that will, I distributed the inheritance to 'inappropriate people', so... we quarreled."
This passage is roughly consistent with what Barton said, but it is evasive, and Odetta's name is obviously omitted.
However... Feng Bujue vaguely felt that there was something hidden in Colston's words... (To be continued. If you like this work, (.) vote for recommendation, monthly vote, your support is mine
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