In the evening, at eight o'clock, in the restaurant of the villa.
Except for the maid Oliver, all the other suspects have taken their seats on both sides of a long table. Officer Dumpdy is guarding the door of the restaurant. His posture seems casual, but in fact he is closely monitoring everyone in the room.
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The atmosphere in the restaurant was very depressing, with very little conversation. Everyone was sitting there, thinking about their own thoughts. Of course, this is normal... Under this roof, a brutal murder took place not long ago.
Who else can maintain a good mood except Feng Bujue?
"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight, isn't it?" Feng Bujue's figure appeared at the door, attracting everyone's attention. He seemed to be in high spirits, as if he was sending a signal to everyone, suggesting that he had found the
The real murderer.
However... due to his previous performances, the Lovecraft family did not have a very good impression of the great detective. Although his reasoning was clear, conclusive, vivid and realistic...
But in the final analysis, his messy slanderous words all have very obvious loopholes, and they are the kind of loopholes that ordinary people can see through at a glance and refute in one sentence.
"It's a pity that I don't have a mold, otherwise I would have made a batch of mooncakes for dessert." Feng Bujue said as he walked towards the dining table. He also held a large paper bag under his arm that he got from nowhere, which seemed to contain
learned a lot of things.
Aunt Oliver pushed a small trolley and followed Brother Jue into the restaurant. The trolley had three levels and was already filled with dishes.
"Your kitchen here is really nice, Mr. Lovecraft." Feng Bujue sat down directly opposite the owner and casually put the paper bag in his hand under his chair. "I have been to some restaurants in name only.
The so-called 'high-end restaurants' have luxurious facades, luxurious dining environments, luxurious tableware, and luxurious prices. But the kitchen is a mess... filled with all kinds of buzzing and crawling invertebrates.
Animals, and the chefs in charge are probably the undercover agents sent by animals among humans, because their only talent is to make disgusting dark substances with their hands."
"If you want to use a compliment as a way to start the conversation..." Colston looked at Brother Jue coldly and replied, "Just say the first sentence. There is no need to take the opportunity to share your past unpleasantness with us.
experience."
While they were talking, Olive had already pushed the cart to the dining table. Since the tableware had been placed in advance, she started serving the dishes directly.
Seeing this, Henderson stood up from his chair and walked towards the cart: "I'm here to help you, Oliver."
"No, you sit down, Henderson." Jack quickly stood up and came over, pushing the old butler back on the chair. "Let me do it." The second young master was quite good to the servants at home, and he also
I was embarrassed to let an old man who had only fainted once in the afternoon help carry the dishes.
Not long after, a plate of appetizers was placed in front of everyone.
Feng Bujue obviously didn't intend to be polite to the family. Not only did he not get up to help, he also grabbed the half bottle of red wine placed in the middle of the dining table and poured himself a glass.
"Hmm...domarevallon, 1985..." Feng Bujue only took a sip and picked up the bottle to look at the bottle. "Ah... life is really full of surprises." He was able to make money with this sip.
In real life, this bottle of red wine might be enough to buy him a game cabin...
"What? Do you also know that winery?" Mrs. Odetta said, "My lord, he also likes it very much. We will order a batch of goods there every year."
"Ah... I know, I know." Feng Bujue shrugged, "It's just... my financial conditions don't allow me to make bulk purchases at well-known wineries in southeastern France every year... I can stock up in batches.
The products are probably just toilet paper and carbonated drinks."
"Oliver..." Miss Nancy on the other side of the table suddenly said, "Did you cook this dish?" She looked at the things on the plate in front of her with a look of confusion.
"No, today's dishes are all made by this Mr. Feng." Oliver replied, then pushed the cart to go to the kitchen to get soup. On weekdays, she, Barton and Henderson, together with Mr. Feng,
The lady ate separately. Dr. Powell's home is in a small town, and he usually goes back before evening. Therefore, it is rare for more than ten people to gather at the same table for dinner like today.
"Oh?" Nancy turned to Feng Bujue and said, "I really can't tell... you still have this skill. This grilled asparagus with salmon roe is already a professional level, right? I think you are more of a detective than a detective.
Suitable for being a cook.”
While others were talking, Feng Bujue was adding red wine to his goblet. It seemed that he was not ready to hand over the bottle to anyone before finishing the drink. "There are many jobs that I am qualified for. This
A piece of cake."
"Hmph... If you cook well, you will have to beg for food until you are old." Jack stuffed a piece of asparagus into his mouth. Judging from his attitude, it was obvious that he wanted to find trouble.
"There's my booger in your plate." Feng Bujue only took a second to calmly say a very lethal sentence.
Jack's expression suddenly changed, he coughed and choked, and choked to death.
"Haha... I'm kidding." Feng Bujue said after two seconds, "The plates are randomly placed on the cart, and you allocate them yourself. How is this possible?"
"You..." Jack wanted to curse, but there were elders and ladies at this table. It was hard for him to get angry, so he could only wipe his mouth with a napkin and swallow his breath.
"Look, my analytical skills are quite convincing." Feng Bujue said with a smile.
"Okay, Mr. Feng." Colston said, "Let's stop the gag." He looked at Brother Jue, "You let the police officers restrict our freedom and claimed that you knew who the murderer was.
, but you were reluctant to say it." He exhaled, "Odetta said you went to the kitchen to help more than an hour ago. I thought you were just asking her and Oliver for the excuse of helping.
I didn’t expect you to actually cook...what do you want to do?"
"Haha... What do you want to do?" Feng Bujue picked up the knife and fork and began to eat the appetizers in front of him. "You are asking knowingly, Mr. Lovecraft." He chewed the asparagus and made a tut-tut sound, not minding that he was eating the appetizers in front of him.
He showed the food in his mouth when he spoke, "Everyone here...isn't you looking forward to a mystery show? Ha... don't worry, the famous detective Feng Bujue will not let you down, I will serve it now
