"To sum up, the motive of Mr. Barton, or... Mr. John Lovecraft, has been revealed." Feng Bujue looked at Jack and Nancy and said, "This of yours
A brother whose character, ability, and experience are stronger than the two of you and Dennis combined. In his twenties, he was already an extraordinary thief. After ten years in prison, he
He has undoubtedly become a more ruthless person.
Today, he is forbearing, persevering, and hiding his secrets. When such a person makes up his mind to kill someone, his ability to execute is amazing. Most people have to at least prepare. He can do it immediately after hesitating for a few days.
.
So... Before he even got off the tree branch, Mr. Button had already taken action. He immediately used the pliers on his hand to cut off an iron wire tied to the branch (the method of tying iron wire is commonly used in garden design to make trees
Grow according to the predetermined shape), which is the murder weapon, and took it with him back to the house."
Feng Bujue leaned back in his chair and raised his head, "After the shooting incident, Barton took advantage of the opportunity when Dennis was alone in the room and knocked on the door. Dennis didn't know that the previous threatening conversation had been eavesdropped. He thought that Barton
He was still kept in the dark. And Barton naturally pretended to know nothing about it and only said that he went into the house to do some chores, such as removing insects from the bonsai in the corner of the house."
"In this case... Even if Mr. Barton was wearing gloves when he entered the house, Dennis wouldn't find it strange." Schofield continued. This detective who accompanied Brother Jue in the whole process of investigation and reasoning still has a certain degree of certainty.
With his ability to solve crimes, at least he has not forgotten these details in the case.
"That's right, detective." Feng Bujue nodded, "So, there was a scene... Dennis was smoking on the sofa chair, while Barton was busy in the blind spot of his sight. Then... the next scene was...
It was a murder." He looked at Barton, "Just like you stood up quietly and tried to get close to me... When the crime occurred, you quietly and quickly approached Dennis from behind, and took out the murder weapon in your pocket.
strangled him to death.
Originally everything was going smoothly, but just when you were about to escape, someone knocked on the door of the room.
Mrs. Odetta was worried that the focus of the quarrel between her husband and Dennis was over herself, so she wanted to talk to the latter. Little did she know that a murder happened to happen in the guest room in front of her. "
"Hmph..." Feng Bujue sneered and continued to talk to Barton, "As I have been emphasizing, you are not a mortal, Mr. Barton, you are very powerful. Ordinary people are likely to act nonsense in this situation.
Ban, but you... are as calm as ever, and you have a plan in mind.
The door to the guest room was locked at that time. You were not worried that Odetta would find you. You just had to keep quiet and escape through the window calmly. But for you, this was not enough... Since a murder occurred,
There must be a murderer. And Lady Odetta is the perfect scapegoat.
She has a motive and the ability to commit the crime. The key is...she did go to the scene when the murder occurred."
Feng Bujue tilted his head and said with a smile: "I remember every word you said, Mr. Barton..." He repeated, "'I am about the same age as Master Dennis. In fact, I quite understand him. If I also have a rich old man,
Dad, if you want to marry a stepmother who is five or six years younger than me, I will also object.'" He smiled again. "Obviously, your words were inspired by your feelings. You came here eight years ago.
This mansion, and Lady Odetta married into the Lovecraft family seven years ago. I think... back then, you and Dennis must have had the same attitude. You both strongly opposed your father's marriage to Odetta.
It's just that one is in the light and the other is in the dark.
There is no doubt that you want Colston's legacy more than Dennis, right? Because he owes you. His indifference killed your mother, and his alienation and denial of you led you astray.
. Even if you finally come to this home many years later, you are still as a gardener, not as the owner here.
Then... at least let him use his family property to repay it after his death.
Now that Dennis is dead, if Lady Odetta is convicted of murder... Then in a few years, when Colston kicks off his feet and the contents of the will are made public... you, John Lovecraft, can be named
Zhenyan smoothly inherited most of his family property and became the head of the family."
"What a dangerous guy..." Hearing this, Schofield couldn't help turning his head and staring at Barton's face.
Feng Bujue turned around and said to everyone, "Therefore... Mr. Barton did not plan to escape through the window, but because there was someone outside the door, he made an impromptu idea. He locked the window with wire and arranged it into a secret room to keep people safe.
He took a back-up approach. Because he knew that a case like this would be difficult to solve in a short time with the police force of a local town. As long as the public was confused for the time being, there would be opportunities to frame the blame later. For example, with a key, throw it in
In the corner of Madame Odetta's room or something like that... it was easy for him."
Brother Jue paused for a moment and then continued, "After killing the person, Barton disposed of the murder weapon and quickly returned to the villa. If it had been anyone else, he would have probably returned to his room and waited restlessly for the body to be discovered. But he
...He came to my room as quickly as possible and wittily put on a rather interesting performance in front of me.
Those words were half-true and half-false, quite deceptive. The only thing I couldn't figure out at the time was... what was the point of him telling me this? Was it really just for me, an outsider, to persuade this family not to do stupid things?
But soon after the incident, I had an insight into his intentions... Before the body was discovered, Barton subtly instilled a point of view in my mind: "If anyone is going to kill Dennis, it must be Odetta."
Madam'. He is indeed very clever, because when he fabricated the conversation between Colston and Dennis, he made it seem as if Dennis was going to kill Odetta. But the actual situation was the opposite, and it seemed logical."
"Ha..." Feng Bujue sneered and turned his attention to Barton, "Because I said in the corridor, 'I am also a detective after all', you deliberately did this after committing the crime. What are your thoughts?
Yes... Even if your words can't mislead, it doesn't matter. Anyway, when the body was discovered, you were staying with me, the detective. Psychologically speaking, it is very likely that I will directly eliminate you as a suspect.
outside."
"Huh..." Barton sighed deeply, "Now that I think about it, coming to you... was a huge mistake." He smiled bitterly, "I underestimated you..."
"Judging from your life experience, you must have a very high opinion of yourself. Ordinary detectives...you won't take it seriously at all." Feng Bujue raised a corner of his lips and said with a smile. "Use this so-called detective to achieve the goal in turn."
Your purpose...this kind of ironic and interesting thing, if it were me, I would try it."
After Brother Jue said this, he stood up and stretched, "Actually, if you change the day, change the form, and make it look like suicide or an accident, it might be possible." He yawned, "I'm very happy.
I want to say to you, 'I'll keep up the good work in the future', but you are entering the palace for the second time for a first-degree murder. Even if you are not sentenced to death, you will never have the chance to come out in this life... I can only send you the most heartfelt wishes. I wish you the best.
One day the prison escape will be successful."
"Uh...Mr. Feng, our police are here, so we can say 'successful escape'..." Schofield advised, wiping his sweat.
"When I talk about jailbreak, you keep talking..." Feng Bujue said, "Are you forcing me to complain about your name (Schofield)..."
After Feng Bujue said this casually, he walked towards Barton without any warning and leaned over to whisper in his ear.
Except for Barton, no one heard what Brother Jue said. After saying that, Feng Bujue turned around and walked towards the door, laughing as he walked...a smile full of malice...
"Where are you going?" Jack asked.
"I'm going to use the toilet. Can't you?" Feng Bujue leaned forward and replied in an arrogant tone, "If someone wants to arrest me for theft when I come back, please put handcuffs on me."
Of course, Brother Jue didn't really go to the toilet, he heard the system prompt and was going to find a place where no one was to teleport.
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It is late autumn again, and there is no trace of green left on the gray wasteland, which is bare and empty under the sky.
In this place where forest valleys and chaotic hills intersect, roads and telephone poles seem out of place.
My name is Scofield, Greg Scofield, the police chief of a remote town.
The bright moonlight shines soothingly on the earth, illuminating my path ahead. Driving in such a scenery always brings back some memories.
At this time a few years ago, I went to the Lovecraft Mansion in the mountains to handle a murder case.
There was a detective who solved the puzzle and found the real murderer in less than half a day.
The strange thing is that I mistakenly identified him as another famous detective at the time, but when I saw the photo of that famous detective in the newspaper later, I found that they were not the same person...
Later, reports about the murder did not appear in any mainstream media. Even Dennis Lovecraft's obituary was not published in any newspaper. I think... some big shots took action to kill him.
The matter was suppressed quietly.
In April of the following year, John Barton, also known as John Lovecraft, was sentenced to death by the Supreme Court. And his father, Lord Colston, was in a hotel room two weeks before the sentencing.
Died suddenly.
The cause of death remains a mystery...
In the end, 80% of the Lovecraft family's property was equally divided between the second son Jack and the third daughter Nancy. I heard that Jack used his money to open a large record company in the United States. Their advertising slogan
Thought-provoking—it is our mission to support young musicians with dreams.
The remaining 20% of the property, as well as the real estate, were inherited by Colston's third wife, Lady Odetta. After her husband's death, the lady donated the property in the mountains to the government. It is said that she has now moved to southeastern France.
Settled near a winery.
The butler Henderson, who has served the Lovecraft family for many years, the family doctor Powell, the maids Olive and Martha, including the lawyer who handled the will, all did not receive a penny. Obviously, I have no interest in science.
Wolston's judgment that he was "quite humane" was wrong. He was just a selfish, hypocritical asshole. Fortunately, his daughter did not inherit his bad qualities. One month after her father's death, Miss Nancy took the initiative to give him a gift.
In this way, these people were given a due severance package.
As for that weird detective... I never saw him again. I can still remember his back walking out of the restaurant that day, but he seemed to have disappeared around the corner outside the door and never came back.
Afterwards, I also tried to find out information about this person, but found nothing. He seemed to be a ghost and did not exist in this world at all...
In this land in front of me, there have been many bizarre legends. Maybe... he is one of them.
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March 1986, No. 1 Detention Center of Lane City, the capital of Assali.
One gloomy afternoon, Barton, wearing prison uniform, handcuffs and shackles, was brought into the interview room by a prison guard. Opposite the glass in front of him, sat a luxuriously dressed woman.
The two of them each picked up their own phones and were silent for a few seconds. Then Barton spoke first: "Long time no see, Carol."
Carol didn't respond. She was wearing a large hat with the brim pushed down very low, and there was a veil in front of the brim.
"It seems that you have found out... Huh... You should understand now why I said 'you will thank me'." Barton sneered, "In a sense, he and Colston are really alike.
.I investigated him several years ago, and I knew at that time that sooner or later he would kill you, a miserable woman, and use the property he inherited from you to sleep with his lover." Barton said solemnly, "
Even if it wasn't for myself...if I killed that kind of man, I don't regret it at all."
"What you told me..." Carol's voice was also very cold, and she seemed like a walking corpse. "Someone has already done it, and there will be a result soon."
"Heh...thank you." Barton smiled.
"Is it really necessary to go to this point?" Carol asked, "He is still your father after all, and with his physical condition, he can't live for more than a few years, right?"
"This has nothing to do with you." When Barton said this, he suddenly laughed, "You are a very good person, Carol. There are some things that people like you will never understand..." He
After a pause, "But there are some people who are not so kind. They will say, 'Since you can no longer enjoy his property as compensation, it is better to let him pay something else'."
After Barton finished speaking, he hung up the phone and laughed maniacally. (To be continued...)
