At this moment, the expressions of the three people suddenly changed, and Feng Bujue captured every change in their faces, as well as the fleeting and imperceptible information hidden in their eyes.
"Haha..." Two seconds later, Feng Bujue laughed, "Okay, I'm done, please come back."
"What?" Except for Brother Jue, the other four people in the room instinctively asked this question at the same time.
"Wait... what do you mean?" Powell asked, "What do you mean by 'please come back'? You called us here, said that one of us is the murderer, and then let us leave?"
"Yes." Feng Bujue said, "I will reveal the real murderer in about eight chapters...oh no, I mean, around eight o'clock."
"Uh...Mr. Feng." Schofield interrupted, "Can I ask...why you have to wait until eight o'clock?"
"Hey~ As the saying goes, reasoning should be done after dinner." Feng Bujue replied.
"What kind of common saying is this... How come I have never heard of it... You just made it up..." Scofield uttered three words in his mind, but on the surface he still didn't feel like having an attack because he still couldn't do it himself
He has identified the murderer, and there is no evidence. Now he can only rely on the help of this eccentric detective.
"Ha...haha...ok...ok..." Schofield continued to wipe his cold sweat with a handkerchief, "Then it will be as you wish..."
"This is so strange!" Powell said, "If you know who the real murderer is, you should bring him to justice immediately! If you let a murderer live in the same room with us, everyone will be in danger
Bar?"
"There are four police officers stationed here, how can there be any danger?" Feng Bujue replied in a relaxed tone, "Besides, you should also know very well... Before I said the words 'The murderer is among the three of you'
, you’ve always been under the same roof as the murderer, haven’t you?”
"But now that you have spoken out, the situation is..." Powell said very nervously, his peripheral vision always glancing in the direction of Barton.
Feng Bujue interrupted. "You don't need to say any more. I've seen this trick without three hundred taels of silver here many times." He paused, "Doctor Powell, you made such a big reaction.
Are you looking frightened and pretending to be innocent to avoid suspicion?"
"This..." Facing this false accusation, Powell was speechless for a while.
Henderson and Button also cast suspicious glances at him, and the atmosphere became very strange.
Feng Bujue just sneered at the actions of these guys. He turned to Schofield and said, "Detective, during this time before dinner, please bring these three people, as well as Carol, who I asked about before,
Colston, Jack, and Nancy, please gather in the restaurant together so that surveillance can be easier." As he said this, he had already bypassed the three people in front of him and walked towards the door.
"Where are you going? Mr. Feng." Schofield asked.
"Kitchen." Feng Bujue replied, opened the door and went out.
The four people in the study were left looking at each other in utter embarrassment.
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The kitchen in this villa is quite good, almost comparable to the configuration of some small Western restaurants.
The door of the kitchen is naturally a double-flap movable door that can be pushed or pulled. It can be pushed open with hands, feet, or a push of a cart. It is very convenient to carry food in and out. After Feng Bujue pushed the door and entered, what caught his eye was
It is a spacious, clean and beautiful environment.
For a home kitchen, the equipment in this place is amazing... kitchen cabinets, griddles, stoves, ovens, barbecue grills, fryers, stoves, shelves, worktops, fresh-keeping tables, freezers, mixers, minced meat
machine, slicer, egg beater, etc... In addition to the extreme configuration of the stone wall oven, there is basically everything here, so you can host a cooking competition.
"Ah, Mr. Feng, why are you in the kitchen?" At this time, Mrs. Odetta put on a long-sleeved, knee-length plain dress, and wore an apron. She was sitting on the stove with Aunt Oliver.
Busy ahead.
"To prevent you from poisoning everyone's dinner." Feng Bujue replied.
The movements of Odetta and Oliver's hands were both stagnant, their eyes widened, and they looked at Brother Jue with a mix of surprise and suspicion.
"Hahaha... I'm just kidding, ladies." Feng Bujue said with a smile, "As a guest, you should come to the kitchen to help me, right?"
"Oh, sir, your jokes are not funny at all." Aunt Oliver is undoubtedly a straightforward person. She quickly started busy at the cooking table again, "We are almost overwhelmed, but you still say something scary.
if."
Odetta smiled politely and said, "Mr. Feng, are you sure you can help? Don't force it..."
"Are you afraid that I will cause trouble? Huh..." Feng Bujue's eyes were covered by the hair on his forehead, and in the shadow, a fierce light emerged from his eyes, "Naive... so naive... I won't let you see me.
You won’t understand his artistic skills..." After he finished his second line, he was stunned for a moment, "Wait a minute, it seems more appropriate for Jin Fugui to speak this line... Never mind! Anyway..." He
He picked up a kitchen knife, grabbed a piece of red meat and started cutting it at high speed. The speed of his hands created layers of shadows, and the chopping board made the sound of falling knives as densely as a typewriter, "Hahahahaha..."
Let me have a taste of this gorgeous killing!"
The two ladies in the kitchen had never seen such a battle before. They stood there for a moment, bewildered as they watched Brother Jue's performance.
Another characteristic of Feng Bujue, a weirdo, is that... when he makes food, he becomes extremely good. If we talk about his usual second-level value (don't ask me what this concept is, I don't know,
Anyway, it just appeared in my mind) is about 250, then the secondary value during cooking will explode to between 9527 and 10086.
Habit... is indeed a terrible thing...
After the death of his parents, Feng Bujue, who lives alone, naturally cooks a lot. He is not a person who pursues luxury goods and vanity, but if conditions permit (it depends on how much money he has in his pocket), he will try his best to
To ensure the quality of life. Therefore, this guy's cooking skills are getting better and better unknowingly... and in the process, he has developed the habit of talking to himself while cooking and making various exaggerated behaviors.
"First spread a layer of oil and heat the pan." Feng Bujue said as he worked. "Cut the beef into thin slices and put it into a bowl. Add salt, pepper, soy sauce, mustard seeds, and rub it carefully to taste..." As he said, he
He picked up a piece of celery and chopped it into pieces as fast as he could. "Put the beef, beef liver, and celery into a heated pan and stir-fry over high heat..." It took him a few minutes to complete a side dish that was delicious in color and flavor.
"Hmph... The strength shown in this mustard beef liver and celery dish is enough to convince you..." Feng Bujue wiped his hands with a rag and said proudly.
Mrs. Odetta and Aunt Oliver each took a piece of beef liver with their hands and tasted it. It was so delicious that it was incredible...
"Mr. Feng...were you a chef before you became a detective?" Odetta asked in surprise.
Feng Bujue slowly walked aside, took off an apron from the wall and tied it on himself. He smiled coquettishly and continued: "So... please leave the preparations for dinner to me. You two can give me a little help."
I'll just get started." He paused, "By the way...please answer a few questions for me during this period." (To be continued...)
