The deceased was a Caucasian man in his forties. He was wearing a black shirt, a dark brown jacket, and jeans. He wore a pair of thick gloves and held a fishing line between his hands.
Less than a meter away from the deceased was a desk. At this time, the corner of the desk was stained with a large amount of blood. With the "corner" as the center, the blood spurted out and stained almost everything around it, including but not limited to the walls, the floor, the curtains, the desk, the side of the desk, and the flower pots.
When Feng Bujue saw the dead body, the expensive carpet that was made of pure wool was soaked red by the brown blood, and a pungent smell assaulted his nostrils.
"Hey! Feng! " The sheriff saw Brother Jue act like he was going to move the body. "You're not going to move the body, are you?"
Even though the sergeant had received many benefits from Hardedef over the years and treated Hardedef differently due to his identity on the island, the sergeant still had his bottom line. Therefore, he reminded Hardedef to prevent Brother Jue from leaving his fingerprints at the crime scene.
Feng Bujue knew that he was not a police officer, nor was he the first person to find the body. It was absolutely inappropriate for him to touch the body.
"Ah … Don't worry, I'm just going to take a look," Feng Bujue said as he squatted down.
He carefully observed the condition of the deceased without touching the body. Then, he stood up and looked at the desk next to the deceased.
The items on the desk were in a mess. Many of them were scattered on the ground. Among the items on the desk, the first thing that caught Brother Jue's attention was a phone.
It was an "old-fashioned" phone, a very "old-fashioned" one. It looked like a product from the 1970s. Its piggy bank shape and ring-shaped dialing device were probably unheard of by modern people.
Of course, Feng Bujue definitely recognized this phone and knew how to use it.
"Mr. Herbert." After looking at it for a few seconds, Feng Bujue asked without turning his head, "Did you use this phone again after the case?"
The "Mr. Herbert" he was referring to was no doubt John.
After thinking for a while, John replied, "Yes, I used this phone to contact the sheriff." He paused for half a second and then asked, "How did you know?"
If Feng Bujue's inference was that John was on the phone when the case happened, John would have answered with a "yes" and wouldn't ask any more questions. After all, the person who was on the phone with John was Sam. The latter would most likely have told Feng Bujue what he heard during the phone call.
However, Feng Bujue's inference was that John used the phone after the case, which made John a little confused.
"Hehe …" Brother Jue turned his head. "Hehe... because of the blood stain on your right ear.."
Before he could finish his sentence, Sam and the sheriff both turned their gazes to John's face.
Even Hardedef himself was shocked. He subconsciously raised his hand to touch that area, and in the end … there really was blood.
"As there isn't much blood stain there, you wouldn't be able to tell if you didn't look closely. I only noticed it when I walked past you …" Feng Bujue continued to observe the scene as he explained, "At first, I thought it was from when the case happened, but the problem is … the rest of the blood stains on your body were all concentrated on the left side of your body and your back. On the right side of your body, only your ear was stained with a little bit of blood … This is a little strange." He then pointed at the phone on the table. "It wasn't until I saw this phone and the blood stain between the receiver and the stand that I knew the answer."
While listening to Brother Jue's explanation, John had a bad premonition …
There was no doubt that John was not a law-abiding citizen. The crimes he had committed were far more than just forging a will and murdering his biological father. However, he was still at large.
A man like him naturally had the instinct to see through danger.
At this moment, Feng Bujue … was undoubtedly a danger.
A second later, John looked at Sam and said in a meaningful tone, "It seems that your friend is really a good detective."
"Why?" Sam was not to be outdone. "Did he make you nervous?"
"Why should I be nervous?" John replied very calmly. "But you … Aren't you afraid of getting burned?"
"Mr. Herbert!" Feng Bujue did not let John finish his sentence. He interrupted him loudly. "The wound on your neck … Is it a big deal?"
The wound he was referring to was a few red marks on John's neck. It was obvious that the wounds were new and very obvious. Sam and the sheriff also noticed them when they saw John.
"Ah … It's okay," John replied indifferently.
"Allow me to speculate on what happened here …" When Feng Bujue said this, he had already left the vicinity of the corpse and turned back in the direction of the corridor. "Overall … This should be a case of self-defense killing, right?"
"That's for sure!" Before John could say anything, the sheriff said excitedly. "The victim was a typical trespasser, and he had a weapon in his hand. If it wasn't for Mr. Herbert's good luck, the one who died tonight might have been …"
"Thank you, Doster. I think I can answer this question myself." Unexpectedly, John was not very grateful. He interrupted the sheriff (now we know that his name is Doster. As for why I didn't mention this in the previous chapters, it must be because I procrastinated and didn't give him a name) and said to his Brother Jue, "Mr. Feng … As for the nature of tonight's incident, I think … It's too early to make a conclusion." As he said this, he glanced at his brother. "Because you are Sam's friend and a detective, and Sam has something to do with this incident … So I let you see the scene …"
"What do you mean?" Hearing this, Sam could not help but interrupt. "What do you mean I have something to do with this incident?"
"Hmph …" John sneered and looked at Sam. "What do you think?"
"You're an important witness, Brother Sam." Feng Bujue saw that Sam was about to give himself away, so he quickly said, "The case happened when you were on the phone with John, right? Your testimony will play a decisive role in determining the truth. "
"Hmm … You're right." After Brother Jue's reminder, Sam realized that he had almost fallen into a trap. "I … I can testify."
In the midst of his relief, he muttered some nonsense to give himself some time to calm down.
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