When a fragrant white wine-flavored Kelly's fennel stewed lamb's knees was brought to the table, Feng Bujue leaned over slightly, picked up the paper bag under the chair, and took out a quite large envelope from it. Advertisement
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"You should recognize this envelope, right? Mr. Lovecraft?" Feng Bujue said to Colston.
The latter hesitated for two seconds, and then was shocked. In an instant, his expression changed from shock to anger, "You... you thief! This is blatant theft!" He stood up excitedly and pointed at Feng.
Before he knew it, he turned to Detective Scofield and said, "Arrest him quickly! Detective!"
"What's going on?" Schofield couldn't figure out the situation for a while, because he didn't know what was in Brother Jue's paper bag.
About forty minutes ago, the detective contacted a former colleague by phone. The other person was still working in the police bureau of the big city, and he simply agreed to help Schofield. Twenty minutes later, the detective called again.
After the phone call, the other party had obtained information about the gardener Barton from the archives and faxed it (after the 1980s, with the standardization process and the maturity of technology, faxes developed and became popular rapidly, and people like Lovecraft naturally had
) came over.
From the time Feng Bujue got the fax to when he appeared at the door of the restaurant just now, the detective didn't know where he went.
"This is a very simple thing." Feng Bujue said, "I just sneaked into Mr. Lovecraft's room and stole this will from his safe."
"What!" At this time, the whole table was shocked.
"You...this..." Schofield was at a loss.
"Besides, I have already opened it and looked at it." Feng Bujue added in a relaxed tone, "Look, the seal has been torn off." He also showed it in front of everyone, "Don't worry, I
I think Mr. Colston's lawyer has a stack of identical copies. Things like wills are usually made in two or even three copies, so it doesn't matter if I burn the copy I have."
If Mr. Colston is a burning fire at this moment, then Feng Bujue's words, attitude, and behavior are like firewood, gasoline, and liquefied gas... If the other party was twenty years younger, I would be afraid at this moment.
She had already jumped on the table and ran over to kick him.
"I saw something very interesting..." Feng Bujue put the will on the table, picked up the knife and fork, and started eating the mutton.
"Mr. Feng!" Schofield suddenly stood up solemnly and took out a pair of handcuffs from his waist, "You should be aware that your behavior..."
"It's theft." Feng Bujue interrupted, "Of course I understand... Don't worry, Detective. Since I took out the things, it's equivalent to a confession, right?" He looked completely indifferent.
, "Do you think I'm trying to run away?" He said while eating, "When I solve this murder case, you can handcuff me again and send me to the police station in the town overnight. Then
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"No! Arrest him now! Master! Why do you want to listen to a thief?" Colston was as anxious as jumping over the wall. He leaned on a cane and tried his best to go around the long table and walk all the way from the head of the table.
"Haha... What do you want to do? Take back the will and knock me unconscious with a cane so that I won't reveal its contents?" Feng Bujue sat quietly with a leisurely expression, just like the angry old man who rushed towards him.
There is no threat at all.
Schofield stopped him and said to Colston, who was approaching: "Sir, please don't be impulsive. Violence is not allowed..."
"Sit down!" Suddenly, Feng Bujue shouted loudly. At this moment, his tone and demeanor changed instantly.
With lightning speed, he took out a pistol from the paper bag at hand and took aim. His movements were so skillful and fast that it was hard to believe that he was a good citizen...
Brother Jue's gun was not pointed at Colston, but at another person, a person who quietly stood up and tried to approach from the side - Barton.
"I know your skills are good." Feng Bujue looked decisive and cold at this moment. He looked directly at the target, "But my marksmanship is not bad."
The expression on Barton's face changed several times. The cowardly, kind-hearted, fussy gardener disappeared in just a few seconds. Instead, there was a cold, tolerant, and unpredictable man. On his face,
You can also see the shadow of another person, that person is the owner of this villa... Colston.
"Jingguan, do you have a gun?" Feng Bujue stared at Barton intently and asked.
"Mr. Feng...before things get out of hand, I advise you..." Schofield could not finish his words.
Feng Bujue interrupted: "If you don't have one, just use this one."
At this time, Scofield recovered from the initial surprise and understood the situation. He calmed down, quickly stepped forward, took the gun from Feng Bujue's hand, and then raised the gun with both hands, aiming.
Patton, and shouted an order, "Dumpdy, cuff Mr. Patton."
"Yes...yes!" Dumpdy was stunned for a moment, but still obeyed. Although he didn't understand what the situation was, he should be right to follow the commander's order.
When Barton was handcuffed, Colston collapsed. He collapsed on the ground, his whole body seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, and his lost eyes frightened all his family members.
Odetta, Jack and Nancy all ran over and gathered around their father, trying to help him.
"At this point, should I call you John Barton," Feng Bujue said, "or... John Lovecraft?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room looked at Barton. Everyone, including Oliver, who happened to be pushing a cart through the door, froze...
What happened in just a few minutes, and Feng Bujue's words at this moment, seemed to have revealed everything.
"When did you start doubting me?" Barton said solemnly.
"When..." Feng Bujue saw that the situation was under control, so he picked up the knife and fork again and put food in his mouth, "On the lawn outside the villa, while investigating with the detective.
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"Did I leave any traces outside Dennis' guest room window?" Barton asked.
"No, it has nothing to do with that." Feng Bujue said, "It was only after I saw the tree outside Mr. Colston's house that I was basically convinced that you were the murderer."
"You..." Barton was stunned, "Ha...hehehe...hahahaha..." He laughed, and then continued, "I underestimate you, can you even spot that kind of detail...
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"Ah, of course." Feng Bujue responded coldly, "And after I listed you as a key suspect, the flaws and failures in the clumsy performance you performed in front of me were all revealed one by one.
It was revealed." He shook his head, "adding unnecessary information and digging one's own grave. This is the most appropriate way to describe you in this case.";
