"Is the motive... hum..." Feng Bujue started to ramble, "I can see... the relationship between you two brothers is not that good. To say it is 'thin' wouldn't be too much, right?" He shrugged, "
Your brother has a stable personality and a successful career. But you are already in your thirties, and you have basically accomplished nothing and have no fixed source of income."
Brother Jue's ability to imagine is truly outstanding. He continued: "Character determines destiny, Jack. I have seen many young people like you. They talk about 'chasing dreams', but in fact they just use the word 'dream'."
As an excuse for indulgence and a way to deceive yourself." He picked up the pamphlet in his hand, flipped through it and read, "When you were nineteen, despite the opposition of your family, you dropped out of college and joined a third-rate team.
...I'm sorry...you were the lead singer of a low-end rock band. In the next five or six years, you and your band traveled around and performed. In most cases, you didn't make any income, and the response to your performances was also positive and negative.
No, so basically...you guys are using your family's money to pay for your so-called 'dream'."
"Hmph...what do you know? How can someone like you understand the connotation of the music we make? You are just a small citizen who has been brainwashed by warmongers, religiousists and bureaucrats." Jack said disdainfully, "Tell me what you are saying.
You are obviously younger than me! Why do you use a condescending tone..."
"You are like a cockroach." Feng Bujue interrupted the other party and said in a cold tone, "A half-hearted hippie, a pioneer of non-mainstream culture. I know people like you very well... selfishness, ego,
You are greedy for pleasure and lazy to work. You rebel against the values instilled in you by the previous generation, and do you have any opinions that are truly your own? You hate the greed of the plutocrats, lament the narrowness of traditional morality, and oppose the inhumanity of war. So you use rock music to express your opinions
You express your dissatisfaction and show your cynicism. You shout "love and peace" and think you are "innocent, excited, and great", but the world cannot be changed by relying on these.
Eventually, when all this passes, one day your parents will grow old. Because you use various high-sounding reasons to shirk the social responsibilities that you should bear as an adult, your youth will ultimately be a meaningless escape.
When you look back, there is a stupid young man standing behind you, with an embarrassing hairstyle, smoking marijuana, and shouting empty slogans.
Your idealistic things sound beautiful, but you don't have the ability to realize them. Thoughts are thoughts, and there is nothing wrong with the thoughts, just like Marxism. Can you say that it is wrong? But a group of people who are divorced from reality,
People who hold high lofty ideas but actually lead a parasitic life will only make people annoying."
Jack was dumbfounded. Not only Jack, but also Schofield was dumbfounded. The two of them had no idea how to answer the conversation.
"I used to be a cynical person, Jack." Feng Bujue leaned back in his chair, raised his head and said leisurely, "If you feel like a guy like you who makes trash music, smokes marijuana, picks up girls, and travels around at his own expense
, can be regarded as changing the world. Then Martin Luther King and I can form a rap group and make records." He rested his head on his hands, "Do you think that you can casually publish a few lines in your work that allude to society and **
Can your speech change the world? I've tried it a long time ago, but it didn't work."
"Uh..." Jack was completely stunned. His family and friends would not tell him these views, and even if they did, they wouldn't be able to express them so sharply.
"Let's go back to the topic just now..." Feng Bujue turned over a page in the booklet and continued. "Five or six years later, your band signed a contract with an equally unpopular record company and released a record.
album. But the sales were obviously not very good, because the company went bankrupt soon." He paused, "Shortly after that, your band announced its disbandment. Later, you went to North America and found a job as a TV commercial
I make a living by writing music scores. Haha..." His sarcasm was palpable, "How does it feel to work for those fat-minded plutocrats?"
Jack couldn't refute, so he could only change the subject: "Does this have anything to do with my brother's death?"
"Don't worry, we'll talk about it soon, buddy." Feng Bujue said with a smile, "Ideals are very beautiful, but to talk about ideals, you must first be able to withstand the blow of reality." He spread his hands, "You are
You are lucky, Jack, because you were born into a wealthy family. For you...a superior life, the right to receive education, and financial resources after dropping out of school, these are all things you have already achieved." He paused,
"And you are also unfortunate, because you were born into this wealthy family, and the fist of 'reality' fell on your face too late..."
The life your father gave you is beyond the reach of many people, but you squandered it.
A few years ago, when your father finally couldn't bear it anymore and stopped all financial aid to you. At nearly thirty years old, for the first time in your life, you were alone and faced the monster of 'reality'. You discovered that it turned out that'
Living' is not such a simple thing.
In the adult world, nothing is simple and nothing is taken for granted. If you want to eat, you have to work; if you want to live a superior life, you have to work harder; if you want to be a superior person, you have to have experience.
People's place.
To change the world... hum... I won't discuss this topic with you."
Feng Bujue stood up from the chair and walked slowly over, "You must know better than anyone now what it's like to live without money. Living in a cheap hotel without even hot water.
He slept in a dirty bed and only ate two meals a day, each with bread and tap water. After sending out the finished songs, he was in fear for fear of being rejected because that would mean starvation..." He left
When he arrived in front of Jack, he looked at him condescendingly with eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate everything, "A young man like you must have become much tougher after such ups and downs. And your fear of poverty will be greater than that of those who have never experienced poverty before."
It’s even worse for those who have never been rich.”
Brother Jue sneered and continued: "Your father's health has been deteriorating in recent years, which is undoubtedly a very bad sign... What if he dies, what will be left for your rebellious second son?
In the eyes of this family, aren't you just an irresponsible libertine who only knows how to fool around and ask for money? No matter how much wealth is left to you, it will be ruined..."
Jack's eyes showed that he wanted to defend himself, but Feng Bujue immediately increased his tone and speed, not giving him a chance to interrupt, "Not to mention that the stepmother who came in seven years ago and your sister can share
How much... If it is according to the general order of inheritance, Dennis will undoubtedly be a huge obstacle for you to get the inheritance." Although it was a false accusation, his words were really reasonable, "The relationship between you brothers is not very good, for this
His identity is enough to change your family fortune for the rest of your life... Isn't it only natural that you intend to kill him..."
Schofield continued, "Well...that makes sense. Today's quarrel became the trigger. You made up your mind in the corridor, planned it after you returned to the room, and then went to commit the murder." Detective
I have basically understood Brother Jue’s bullshit routine, so it’s easy to give him a few words of help.
"You guy..." Jack really didn't expect that through the information he and his family revealed to Officer Mark, the detective could vividly describe his mental journey in the first half of his life...
In fact, Feng Bujue himself didn't expect it... He just combined different people's descriptions of Jack, roughly sorted out the second young master's experiences over the years, and then used his own imagination to speculate on the other person's heart at different stages of life.
Changes, he irresponsibly used his novelist talents to string them together. Unexpectedly, everything was right...including the fact that Jack had the intention to kill Dennis, which was indeed true.
Jack gritted his teeth and laughed angrily, "Well, since you two have reached this point..." He stood up and spread his hands, "Then let me make it clear..." He sneered, "Anyway, I didn't kill anyone.
, whether there is a motive or not... Before Carol found the body, I had been staying in my room packing my luggage, and had never gone out for half a step. If I haven't killed, I haven't killed. I don't know how to do it.
If you plead guilty, if there is any evidence, arrest me." He said, putting on a scoundrel look, and stretched out his hands towards Schofield. (To be continued...)
