"Wait a minute..." Suddenly, Jack spoke, "I've heard enough of your unreliable reasoning." He looked at Feng Bujue and said, "Basically everyone here has been said to be a murderer by you.
Right?" He raised his hand and pointed, "Before you falsely accuse the next innocent person, I would like you to explain how to clear your own suspicion? How do we know... are you acting as a detective?
How about putting the blame on others in the name of helping the police solve the case?"
"Humph...that's a good question." Feng Bujue replied, then smiled and said nothing, leaving Jack aside.
After a brief silence, Brother Jue turned around and said to the two police officers: "Detective Scofield, Officer Dumpdy, you guys should sit down and eat too. Look, I've prepared your portions. Isn't this already done?"
Is it served?"
"Uh...this..." Schofield and Dumpty looked at each other.
These two people were indeed hungry, and there were several empty seats at the long table. After hesitating for a few seconds, they took their seats unceremoniously.
"Hey! Don't change the topic! You should answer my question!" Jack said again.
"That's right." Colston continued, "I also want to ask you, where are you from? And how can I prove that you are not the murderer? In the study before, you used bad words to avoid my questions. Now,
In front of everyone, could you please explain it clearly?"
Just when the atmosphere was tense, Aunt Oliver returned from the kitchen again, this time she brought soup.
At this juncture, no one got up to help. Every pair of eyes at the dinner table were looking at Feng Bujue, wanting to hear his response.
Brother Jue took the soup bowl from Oliver and said happily: "It seems... you still haven't understood the meaning of my inquiries. It doesn't matter, I'll demonstrate it again."
Then, he began a shocking narrative: "I think... the murderer who killed Dennis Lovecraft was me - Feng Bujue!" The tone in which he said this line was different from the previous words directed at others.
Exactly the same as when...
"Hey... is he a psycho? Why am I not surprised at all..." Constable Schofield thought in his mind.
The other people at the table basically had the same idea as him. Even Aunt Oliver, who was serving soup, stopped and looked at Brother Jue with a look that looked crazy.
"Ms. Oliver, the soup won't taste good when it's cold." Feng Bujue turned around and said, "Don't pay attention to what I say, just go ahead and serve the food."
"Uh...okay...okay." Oliver responded dully.
"As for the motive for the murder..." Feng Bujue gently stirred the soup in front of him, and continued what he just said, "Maybe he was entrusted by someone..." He took a mouthful of the bouillabaisse in the bowl, "Hmm...
The taste of the Mediterranean dances on the tip of the tongue, hoo hoo..." He blew off a little of the heat and drank several more spoonfuls.
"Mr. Feng..." Schofield couldn't turn a deaf ear to these words, "You are joking, right?"
"It's interesting, isn't it?" Feng Bujue said with a smile, "If a person uses an unusually calm tone and says something extremely detrimental to himself, others will be confused." He paused and said, "Detective,
You already have an idea of who the murderer is, don't you? Please don't doubt the conclusion you've made just because of my few words."
"Uh... Okay." Schofield replied. He wiped his sweat with a napkin and thought to himself: Indeed... Mr. Feng always acted as if nothing had happened when he was making nonsense. It was impossible to judge from his expression and tone.
False and true, famous detectives are amazing, true and false, unpredictable...
"Where did I say it... Oh, yes, the motive." Feng Bujue continued, "One thing cannot be denied in any case, and that is that Dennis and I had no intersection in our lives before today. This
One thing, even if you check it repeatedly, the result will not change.
So... in my case, there are several possible motives for killing. First, Dennis and I were enemies at first sight, and we disliked him for no reason. He kindly offered me a ride, but I secretly had murderous intentions.
, wanting to put him to death and then quickly." He took a few more mouthfuls of the soup, and then said, "Secondly, I am a murderer myself. I kill for basically no reason, just out of interest and desire.
Or just treat this as an after-dinner activity or something." He raised his eyes and glanced around the crowd, and was very satisfied with their expressions, "It seems that the first two are not convincing, but the third one seems more likely."
Feng Bujue leaned back in his chair and spread his hands, "Maybe, I am a professional killer." He pointed at the dishes on the table with the spoon in his hand, "As you can see, I am a versatile person. Compared to
Come on, cook, the professional relationship between killers and detectives... seems to be stronger, doesn't it?" He smiled, "As long as the physical condition allows, an excellent detective can probably become an excellent criminal. Although I am more
Preferring a position like criminal consultant, but professional killer...why not?"
"Yeah, it's pretty cool." Miss Nancy said this abruptly. Obviously, she already understood what Feng Bujue was doing, so... let's talk nonsense together.
"Ha..." Feng Bujue smiled at her and continued, "So, as a professional killer, I took action. I found out Dennis's whereabouts in advance and lurked in the mountains on his only path.
What do you think of this plan of 'putting a barrier in the middle of the road, and when he stops, rush out and shoot him with a mask on'? No! I'm not going to do that. I decided to pretend to be a car accident victim, and then get closer and then kill him.
Take action.
Then what do you think I should do? Put on a fake beard or something, hide a gun in your pocket, and shoot him on the highway when he gets out of the car to talk to me? Then I can
It's so shameless and it simply insults the name of my profession.
I have to follow him to this villa... In a crowded place, let as many people as possible see my appearance, remember my name, and then look for an opportunity that I don't know when it will come.
Go get him..."
"That's enough!" Colston interrupted, "Your point is already very clear. There is no need to go on."
"It's you who interrupt, and you're the one who can't listen." Feng Bujue glanced at Jack maliciously again, "Originally, I might have been able to serve up the raspberry oil and vinegar sesame leaf salad and pan-fried bacon tender chicken rolls with fig puree when they were served.
That’s all. Now...heh...I guess I won’t be able to finish it by the time dessert is served.”
On the surface, Brother Jue was arrogant and confrontational with the father and son, but in fact, he was very grateful to them in his heart.
"As expected... A person can't survive without a few enemies... Thank you for helping me support another chapter." He thought to himself. (To be continued.
