The elevator door closed, but Feng Bujue's eyes were still glued to the young man and the cat.
For some reason, when he saw the man and the cat, Brother Jue felt a strange sense of familiarity and even familiarity.
Brother Jue was confused by this as well, so he started to search his memory, but … he could not find any memory that had anything to do with the man or the cat before him.
"Sir, which floor are you going to?" Several seconds later, the young man's voice interrupted Feng Bujue's train of thought and pulled the latter back to reality.
"Hmm …" Feng Bujue replied in Chinese (Before this, the young man had been speaking in English, but in Thriller Paradise, the system would allow the player to understand various languages while retaining the original pronunciation). "Seventh floor." Then, he raised his hand and pressed the button for the seventh floor.
"What a coincidence, I also live on the seventh floor." Hearing that, the young man replied with a smile, and he also switched to Chinese.
At this point, the two had tacitly stated their nationality. In this kind of 'meeting a fellow countryman in a foreign land' situation, it was easy for them to strike up a conversation.
"Haha … Then, this is fate." Feng Bujue quickly put on his' business smile 'and took the initiative to strike up a conversation with the young man. "By the way, my name is Feng Bujue." He introduced himself without any awkwardness and extended his hand to the young man.
"Nice to meet you, my name is Zuo Yan." Zuo Yan replied politely with a handshake.
"Zuo Yan?" When Feng Bujue heard that, he quickly repeated the name in a questioning tone, and the expression on his face started to change involuntarily.
At that moment, Brother Jue already knew the young man's identity, but … he still had a hard time believing it.
"Hmm, that's right." Zuo Yan asked, "What's so strange about that?"
"If you don't mind me asking …" Feng Bujue narrowed his eyes and glanced at the cat that poked its head out from the sports bag. "Are you a student at Imperial Peak University?"
"Huh?" This time, it was Zuo Yan's turn to have a change of expression.
He paused and thought about it for two seconds before saying, "That's right, I am a student at Imperial Peak. Hmm … How did you know that?"
Although Zuo Yan was a little surprised that a stranger who had only met for less than two minutes knew where his school was, there was nothing to hide about it.
"I …" Brother Jue only used half a second to come up with an excuse, "I think … I've heard of you.. As he tried to find a reasonable explanation for his question, he started to probe further, "Have you helped the police solve a few cases?"
"Uh …" When Zuo Yan replied, he glanced at the cat in his bag. "That … There were a few times, but I just happened to be at the scene of the crime. I didn't really 'help.'"
Ding!
As they were talking, the elevator reached the seventh floor.
Feng Bujue very naturally turned his body to the side and made a 'please' gesture for the man to go first.
Seeing this, Zuo Yan nodded slightly at him and took the lead to walk out.
Feng Bujue followed him out of the elevator and continued the conversation. "Then, there's no mistaking it … I should have heard about you from one of my police friends, but I cannot remember where and who told me about you."
What he said could be said to be watertight ….
He didn't reveal any accurate information, but at first glance, it was flawless.
This was because when people were chatting, they would often only remember the "things" they heard, but not necessarily who said the things and where they heard it.
"Mr. Feng …" Zuo Yan seemed to have thought of something and wanted to reply.
"If you don't mind, you can call me Brother Jue." Feng Bujue interrupted him and spoke in a very friendly manner.
"Oh … Brother Jue." Zuo Yan continued, "It sounds like … you have a lot of police friends?"
Zuo Yan reacted quickly. The only useful information in Brother Jue's sentence was the words "police friends." Zuo Yan instantly caught on to this point and made a reasonable inference through the context and logic of the other party.
Feng Bujue could only answer Zuo Yan's question "yes." This was because only "people with a lot of police friends" wouldn't remember which police friend had told them about it. If a person only had one police friend, it was impossible for him to say something like "I heard it from a police friend, but I don't remember who it was."
"That's right." A second later, Feng Bujue replied calmly, "To be honest with you, I'm also a detective, so I know quite a few police friends. Speaking of which … I've met Officer Qiao Chi, who is quite famous in Yuecheng, a few times, but I'm not too familiar with him. "
Obviously, Brother Jue had already thought of the next few steps when he said the first sentence. He wanted to use Zuo Yan's question to make his words more credible.
"Brother Jue …" Zuo Yan continued, "Why do you say that you're 'also' a detective?"
"Heh … Because you're also a detective, right?" Feng Bujue said.
"No, no …" Zuo Yan was still very humble. "At best, I'm the head of a university's detective club. I just happened to be at the scene to assist the police …"
"Alright, Zuo Yan." Feng Bujue patted him on the shoulder. "You don't have to explain this to me …" He smiled teasingly. "Being able to frequently appear at different crime scenes is also a unique attribute of a detective, isn't it?"
As the two of them talked, they didn't stop walking. At this point, Brother Jue had just arrived at the door of his room.
"Hey, I'm here," Feng Bujue said and stopped in his tracks. "Which room are you staying in?"
"My room should be the one at the end of the corridor, 0716," Zuo Yan looked down at the door card and the small envelope with the floor plan in his hand and replied.
"Oh." Brother Jue continued in a very casual tone, "I should be staying on the island for a few days. Let's have some fun together when we have the chance."
"Mm … Sure." Zuo Yan spoke a little slowly, but overall, he was very polite. "Then … See you later?"
"See you later," Feng Bujue said goodbye to him and opened the door to his room 0707 with the door card.
"Oh, right!" Just as Zuo Yan was about to turn and leave, Brother Jue suddenly seemed to remember something and called out to him.
"Is there anything else?" Zuo Yan turned around and asked.
"Haha …" Feng Bujue laughed. "I almost forgot to ask …" His eyes moved slightly. "The little guy in your bag … What's his name?"
Zuo Yan listened and looked down at the little cat that was poking its head out of the sports bag. He shrugged and replied, "His name is Vidocq."
"Ah, that's the name of the great detective, right?" Feng Bujue was still smiling. He was undoubtedly asking the obvious.
"Yes," Zuo Yan nodded and added, "Francois Eugen Vidocq."
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