In the silence, Miss Nancy cast a look of contempt at Brother Jue, then stood up and prepared to leave. // Welcome to reading //.
I don't know whether it was out of politeness or sympathy for the poor performance of a certain detective... Before she went out, she turned to Detective Scofield and said, "I hope you two will think clearly before making inferences next time."
Let's go." After that, she closed the door.
"Huh..." As soon as the door closed, Feng Bujue let out a long breath and continued, "Very good, another suspect has been eliminated."
"Uh... I don't understand. Why don't you just ask her for her alibi in the normal way?" Schofield asked.
"Don't you think my method is more effective?" Feng Bujue said. "Using poor reasoning to probe the client's reaction may yield unexpected gains. At the same time... it can also make them relax their vigilance towards me."
"Is...is that so..." Scofield took out the handkerchief he carried with him and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.
"How is that possible..." Feng Bujue thought to himself, "Can you also believe the lines that Officer Memu said when he helped Mr. Kogoro, who was sleeping, to smooth things over... There are many ways to spy on the suspect's reaction... as long as you are thick-skinned enough,
Like Furuhata (also a fictional detective) who keeps clinging to the suspect and teasing him with all kinds of tricks, the other person will definitely reveal his flaws over time.
No matter how I behave, I think I am working hard for the mission. Nightmare difficulty is indeed worthy of its name... The average chapter is less than 2,500 words, and so far I have only survived two-thirds of it.
Just chapters...
It's really not good to go on like this... Although I have basically confirmed that the murderer is Patton, there are still ten chapters left... It's too early to expose him now.
Novels are not animations. You can just use a single frame of freeze-frame and add BGM, and then find three voice actors to come over and talk about the script for twenty minutes and you can get away with it.
The novel has to be thought up word by word. It’s not okay for the author to copy and paste a section of the Great Compassion Mantra or something indiscriminately into it...
And purely from a reasoning point of view, there are still many doubts in this case... such as Barton's motive for committing the crime and why he decided to arrange the room into a secret room... it is still unclear. I am afraid that these two mysteries will not be solved until the last few chapters.
Let's go, and for the seven or eight chapters before that, as the protagonist, I must flesh out the story...
Although I also thought about killing someone again, the embarrassing length of Chapter 33, which is neither long nor short, made me miss the best opportunity to start...
Why don't I just pick up the ashtray on the table and knock Schofield to death...
But if you think about it carefully, in this strictly restricted nightmare scenario, NPCs are capable of killing me instantly...
Um……"
Brother Jue cleared a lot of nonsense in his mind, then made up his mind and walked towards the door. He opened the door and said to Dumpdy who was waiting in the corridor, "Officer Dumpdy."
"What are your orders, sir?" Dumpty replied.
"Please invite Henderson, Powell and Patton together." Feng Bujue said.
"Three people together?" Dumpty confirmed.
"Yes, bring them all." Feng Bujue nodded.
"Okay, please wait a moment." Dumpdy straightened his collar and turned around.
After Feng Bujue finished explaining, he stepped back inside and closed the study door again.
"What are you going to do?" Schofield asked doubtfully.
"What? Do you think I will continue to call them in one by one for questioning?" Feng Bujue asked, but what he was thinking about was: How could you guess the next development, like "So-and-so's predicate"
"If this kind of title continues to be used, the author will not be satisfied.
"Well, yes." the detective replied.
"Haha..." Feng Bujue said, "Don't worry, you can just watch it in a while."
"Uh... To be honest, I don't have anything to do with it. It's just that Miss Nancy seemed to have put you on the spot just now." Schofield couldn't help it anymore. He was kind-hearted and wanted to stop Feng Bujue's self-destructive behavior.
Insulting reasoning.
"Ha!" Feng Bujue said, "How can I not get off the stage?" He turned his head and faced Schofield. His expression suddenly changed, and within a second he showed the extremely embarrassed face he had before, "No.
Wrong, my tone is trembling, my forehead is sweating, my pupils are dilated, and if you look closely, you can also find that my left hand is shaking slightly." As he spoke, he instantly returned to normal, "But it doesn't mean that I really can't feel it.
tower."
The corner of Schofield's mouth twitched: "This..." He didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment. He suddenly felt that the guy in front of him was probably a professional liar, but in every sense, this guy was very powerful...
…
"Generally speaking, I will not make inadvertent physical reactions due to emotional influence, unless... I deliberately pretend to be in a certain state." Feng Bujue said, "The expression and small movements will expose a person's weaknesses.
And in turn, using these to confuse your opponent is a very advanced gaming technique."
"I won't be fooled anymore... Every time you talk about various theories handsomely, the next chapter will be completely ruined... If you complain, I will lose." Schofield thought in his heart, but on the surface he
The boss was still polite, "I see...that's how it is..."
"Detectives not only need IQ, but also have high requirements for emotional intelligence." Feng Bujue started to ramble again, "I personally think that the so-called emotional intelligence is the combination of reasoning ability, intuition and acting skills. People who are smooth and decent in doing things,
All of them are well versed in this. They can make you act according to their will, but still feel satisfied." He paused, "Of the next three people who entered the room, one of them has a very high emotional intelligence, of course.
...His IQ is not low, but..."
Dong dong dong——
A knock on the door interrupted Feng Bujue's words. Dumpdy shouted outside the door, "The three gentlemen are already here, Mr. Feng."
"Please come in." Feng Bujue turned around and sat on the desk, facing the direction of the door, looking eager to try.
A few seconds later, three people came in.
The first person to walk in was Dr. Powell. He was in his fifties, tall and thin, wearing glasses, a white shirt and a black suit vest.
Butler Henderson came in with the help of Barton. In fact, he could walk on his own, but Barton still very thoughtfully supported the old man who almost suffered a myocardial infarction from fear not long ago.
After Dumpty brought the people in, he followed the old rules and closed the door from the outside.
Before these three people could say hello after entering the room, Feng Bujue, who was facing them, suddenly said: "I'll just tell you the truth..." His eyes swept across the faces of the three of them like a gust of wind, "The murderer
