"Could it be...did you see me nearby at that time? Mr. Feng," Odetta said in surprise. Her reaction showed that Brother Jue's speculation was completely consistent with the actual situation.
"Well... I just reasoned it out based on common sense." Feng Bujue replied, but he was complaining in his heart: "Did you make a mistake... Many of the nonsense reasoning before were wrong.
. Now it’s a little more serious, and there is no deviation at all... There are still eight chapters to come, how can this case be so simple? "
Madam, you are too honest! Can’t an NPC with your temperament look a little bit civilized? Now that you say this, doesn’t it mean that the reason why the murderer arranged the secret room has been exposed! Next, just take out Barton’s
Once the motive is revealed, the case will be closed...
Barton, you are really incompetent. Who else could you fool besides Scofield? Even if Scofield is handling this case, he will be able to solve it in the end, right? After all, I am a famous detective.
'What is the significance of his identity... This case could have been solved by an ordinary detective or a sophisticated investigator.
Is it really okay to continue like this... Due to the excessive space, the crazy author has begun to describe me in various bizarre ways... This guy has made up reading addiction, reasoning addiction and inability to read more than a million words ago.
After setting up the fear, I focused on the plot and delayed the writing progress from time to time on the grounds of going out to collect materials. Now, I was suddenly given the inexplicable attributes of 'knitting incompetence' and 'chuuni cuisine'.
I added a thousand and a few hundred words, and although it seems to have enriched the character, I always feel that my style and lower limit have been lowered by him..."
Obviously, Feng Bujue didn’t know that the last protagonist Wang who complained about me in the official chapter was still a virgin when he finished the book. Therefore, he shamelessly slandered me in his mind. Please
do not mind.
Back to business.
Just at this moment, the kitchen door was pushed open from the outside, and Detective Scofield poked his head in. After seeing Brother Jue, he said: "Oh, Mr. Feng, you are really here." He paused and said, "Wow.
, are you in charge?"
"Yes." Feng Bujue turned around and replied, "What's wrong? Have you never been in the kitchen to cook?"
"Uh...hehe..." Schofield laughed, "My wife is very good at cooking and almost doesn't let me enter the kitchen."
"Oh..." Feng Bujue answered perfunctorily, muttering in his mind: "Hey, hey... I just asked casually, can you just answer 'no' directly, and put on that happy smile that doesn't deserve a beating?
What do you mean...I also said some unnecessary words...
Based on my reasoning ability, as soon as I saw your pot-bellied figure and the ring on the ring finger of your left hand, I have already deduced that your wife is a good cook... At this moment, your reaction is obviously waiting for an opportunity to ridicule...
Sure enough, it was because I behaved too cheaply before that this guy was dissatisfied...
Wouldn't it be better to just say it if you feel unhappy with me...'Please accept my righteous punch! Mr. Feng!' Such words are not so difficult to say."
"Ah, by the way, I'm here to tell you that Mrs. Carol, Mr. Colston, Butler Henderson, Dr. Powell, Mr. Barton, Miss Nancy and Jack have all gathered in the dining room."
Schofield replied, "Also, if it's okay with you, I'd like Carl and Mark to take the body of the deceased back to town first, you know... even though it's late autumn and the body is in a body bag
, but as time goes by, the smell..."
"Hey...you are so loyal. You announced the names of seven people one by one, and you added an extra twenty words. And you immediately followed it up with an irrelevant topic to cover up..." Feng Bubu said
I praised in my heart.
"Well, let's do what you want." Brother Jue still looked calm on the surface, "Oh, by the way, there is no need for people to look at the crime scene anymore. There is nothing that needs further investigation anyway.
"
"Understood." Schofield responded and prepared to leave.
At this time, Feng Bujue seemed to suddenly remember something, turned around and called to the other party: "Special Detective!"
"What?" Schofield stopped quickly.
"You said... you have been a prisoner in a big city for many years?" Feng Bujue asked.
"So, in the elite circles of big cities, do you have any... reliable friends?" Feng Bujue used a relatively vague term.
Scofield understood immediately what Brother Jue really meant when he heard this: "Since you have been hanging out in the city for a long time, you must have some connections, right?"
"Huh... I do have some good old friends." Schofield put on another look, which was the look he had when he first came to this villa, confident, courageous, and tough.
"Excuse me." Feng Bujue said to the two ladies beside him, picked up a rag, wiped his hands and walked towards the kitchen door.
When he reached Scofield's side, Brother Jue put his arm around the other man's shoulder, pushed the door open with the other hand, and led him out.
"I knew...Jingtan, you are not an ordinary person." Feng Bujue said with a smile.
"Excellent..." Scofield's pride was all written on his face. This was a compliment from a famous detective. For a detective, this moment of superiority is difficult to control. To use a metaphor, this is like
It was Tony Leung who walked up to an extra and said, "Your play is really good."
"Let me tell you straight, Detective, I already know who the murderer is." Feng Bujue lowered his voice, looked left and right in the corridor outside the kitchen, and after making sure that no one was there, he whispered, "But right now
There is still some information missing and the case cannot be finalized. So... we have to find out his motives so that the whole case can be revealed."
"You mean..." Schofield asked.
"I want you to make a call and contact your friends in the police station in the city to see who can help you check the murderer's past files," Feng Bujue said.
"But this... doesn't seem to be in compliance with the formalities..." Schofield said.
Feng Bujue smiled: "That's why we need friends."
Scofield hesitated for a few seconds and then smiled: "A famous detective is a famous detective... It seems that you also know the gray areas in the spirit world very well."
"It's easy to talk about..." Feng Bujue said, "I know the general tricks, such as confiscating some drugs from street gangsters, taking them to the homes of some scum who cannot be prosecuted because there is insufficient evidence, and pouring them behind the heater, etc.
