After Jack left the study, Feng Bujue sat back in his seat with a smile on his face, then turned to look at Schofield with a solemn expression and said, "What do you think? Detective..."
Schofield replied: "It's very suspicious... So far, he is the most suspicious person."
"Indeed..." Feng Bujue continued, "Jack has the motive to kill, the time to commit the crime, and the ability to commit the crime. But... I don't think he is the murderer."
"Oh?" Schofield asked confused, "Why?"
Feng Bujue asked in turn, "Detective, if you were Jack, what would your state of mind be when you saw your father and brother arguing fiercely?"
"This..." Schofield, after being reminded by Brother Jue, put himself in someone else's shoes and suddenly realized, "I should be happy!"
"Yes." Feng Bujue nodded and affirmed, "If his motive for killing...or the ultimate goal is family property, seeing today's situation, he should be secretly happy. After all, in the eyes of his family, he is just rebellious and
This is not an irreconcilable conflict if it doesn't last long. But what exactly is the conflict between Dennis and Colston is unclear..."
"So?" Schofield asked tentatively.
"So, logically speaking, even if Jack had thought of murdering Dennis, he would not do it today." Feng Bujue continued: "In my opinion... what Jack said after the 'shooting incident'
This sentence is because he saw his father and brother quarreling, and he was secretly happy, so he said it proudly. This sentence indeed unintentionally revealed some of his inner thoughts. But... people who really want to commit murder will instead
Showing no warning beforehand would never leave such an obvious flaw."
He paused and then said: "Also, did you pay attention to the wording he used at the end...'It doesn't matter whether there is a motive or not.' This sentence is basically equivalent to admitting that he has had the thought of killing someone.
, but he is not afraid at all... No matter from the eyes, tone, or subtle body language, the sentence 'I didn't kill anyone anyway' is true." Brother Jue put his elbows on the table and held his cheek.
, "The confidence in his words is not the confidence of the criminal, but the confidence of the innocent. There is a difference between the two. The former is that the police cannot find sufficient evidence to convict him, while the latter...
...Simply because he has never done anything. Jack belongs to the latter, and he has a certain sense of 'the body is not afraid of the shadow'..."
"So..." Schofield pondered, "can we basically deny the possibility that Jack is the murderer..."
"Yeah." Feng Bujue responded, "At this stage... Colston, Henderson, Oliver, Carol, and Jack, these five people can be ruled out as suspects for the time being."
Scofield started talking: "There are nine suspects in total, and now the only ones left are... Mr. Powell, the family doctor, Mr. Barton, the gardener, Miss Nancy, and Mrs. Odetta." He said this.
, paused, "By the way... Miss Nancy arrived after the incident, so it should be ruled out directly, right?"
"Who said that?" Feng Bujue said, "Nancy is fully qualified to commit the crime, and even has an advantage over others." His eyes changed slightly, "If we can find a motive, then she is a bigger suspect than Jack.
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Dong-dong-dong—a knock on the door sounded.
If you say Cao Fu, Cao Fu will come...
"Miss Nancy has been brought here, sir." Dumpdy's voice happened to come from outside the door.
"Please come in," Schofield responded.
The door opened and Miss Nancy walked in. She was dressed in a rather neutral style: wearing a plain white blouse with a jacket on top, a pair of classic jeans and long-legged boots with thick heels.
Riding boots. This lady seems not to have been tainted with the literary and artistic atmosphere of Vienna at all, but more like a trip to the American West.
However, the tomboy dress will not conceal her charm. Miss Nancy is still an eye-catching beauty. On her fair and delicate face, there are bright eyes, bright teeth, plump lips and a strong nose, and her blond hair is draped casually on her shoulders.
, reflecting a bright color under the light.
Different from Mrs. Odetta's mature and sexy classical beauty, Nancy exudes more youthful vitality. The perseverance and competence in her eyes also made Feng Bujue faintly see a bit of it.
The aura of feminists in the new era.
"Hello, Miss Nancy." After Dumpdy closed the door, Feng Bujue said, "It seems we haven't officially met yet..." He stood up, walked around from behind the desk, stretched out his hand and said, "My name is Feng
Unconsciously, he is a detective."
Nancy shook the other person's outstretched hand politely and said, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Feng." Her voice was as low as her mood.
"This is Detective Schofield. We met in the foyer." Feng Bujue immediately introduced the detective.
Scofield stood up, holding the brim of his hat with one hand, and stretched out the other hand, "I am at your service, ma'am."
"Nice to meet you, Detective." Nancy shook hands with him and replied.
"Please sit down, Miss Nancy." Feng Bujue said, "Don't be nervous, we just have some questions to ask you."
"Okay." Nancy replied as she sat down, "But I can't guarantee that I can help you. You know, when I arrive...Dennis will have already..."
"Is this really the case?" Feng Bujue's attitude suddenly took a turn for the worse.
"What did you say?" Nancy asked with a puzzled look on her face.
"Perhaps... you arrived here earlier than we knew..." Feng Bujue was using his actions to let these NPCs know what "it's okay to accuse them of a crime".
"What... do you mean?" Nancy felt that there was something in the other person's words.
"I'm using my imagination." Feng Bujue replied, "This is a very important skill for detectives. We must follow logical principles and common rules, but we must not be bound by these habitual thinking.
"Stay." He smiled, "Anyway... what I am going to say next may sound bizarre and may offend you. So... I want to state in advance that everything I say is
It's just speculation. If some of the content makes you feel uncomfortable, I hope you can forgive me."
"Hmm... Sure enough, this is the trick again... But this Miss Nancy obviously appeared after the incident. Can she be framed in this way..." Schofield thought in his mind. It was really hard for him to imagine that Feng Feng
I wonder what kind of reasoning I will come up with.
"What exactly are you going to say?" Nancy asked.
Feng Bujue sneered, waved his arm and pointed, and said to Miss Nancy with great force, "The murderer who killed Dennis... is you! Nancy Lovecraft!"
