As expected, the person who knocked on the door was Sheriff Doster. He knocked on the door a few times before he entered the room.
"Wow! You're really drinking." As soon as he entered the room, Sheriff Doster's gaze fell on the bottle of wine in front of Feng Bujue.
At this moment, the expression on the sheriff's face had become very relaxed, and behind this "relaxation" was an undisguised attitude of "a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water".
No matter how much John had bribed Doster, and no matter how much he was wary of the Herbert family's influence on the island, after the phone call from the Minister of the Interior, these factors no longer existed.
Zuo Yan had used his actions to convey a message to Sheriff Doster. John Herbert's influence on the island might be at the level of a king, but in front of the truly powerful people, he was just a cannery owner with a little bit of money.
"Mr. Sheriff, you're just in time." When Feng Bujue saw Doster, he smiled and said enthusiastically, "Why don't we try this bottle of 'Flower Bud' that's worth a few hundred thousand pounds?"
"Ha!" When Doster heard that, he laughed dryly. It was obvious that he had taken Brother Jue's words as a joke. "Sure. This wine is worth more than my pension. I'll be able to meet God after I drink it."
As he spoke, Sheriff Doster turned to the wine cabinet and took out a glass. Then, he walked to the sofa next to Brother Jue.
It seemed like he was really going to drink it.
On the other hand, Zuo Yan and Sam followed Sheriff Doster into the room. The two of them walked in at a leisurely pace. Judging from their expressions, they each had something on their minds.
When they entered the room, John had already regained his usual composure. Hence, the three of them did not know about the incident regarding the red wine.
After the three of them sat down, Feng Bujue looked at Zuo Yan and asked, "So … How's the progress?"
Logically speaking, Doster should be the one in charge of this case. After all, he was the one in charge.
However, Feng Bujue directly asked Zuo Yan … or rather, he asked Vidocq.
Brother Jue knew very well that other than himself, the person (cat) who was closest to the "truth" was Vidocq. Even John and Sam, who were involved in this case, might not know as much as Brother Jue and Vidocq.
"Hmm …" Zuo Yan was silent for two seconds before he continued, "Without a doubt, this is a simple case..."
With this opening sentence, Feng Bujue was sure of one thing. The person (cat) who was talking to him was not Zuo Yan, but Vidocq.
Zuo Yan was a person with a quiet personality. He would only become decisive and aggressive when there was a sudden emergency. Normally, he would have a gentle attitude and treat people with humility. Based on Feng Bujue's understanding of Zuo Yan, he would never say something as arrogant as "a simple case."
However, Vidocq was different. This cat was extremely conceited. His catchphrase was "I am Vidocq." He would often use this phrase to answer Zuo Yan's questions.
Why are you here? How did you do it? How do you know that he is the murderer? How did you deduce his motive?
Zuo Yan would often ask Vidocq questions like this. Although it was not every time, there were still many times when Vidocq would reply with "I am Vidocq."
It's like asking Batman, "How did you catch the criminal?"
At this time, Batman didn't need to talk nonsense with you about the process of reasoning and action. All he needed to do was reply, "Becauses I'm Batman!" That was enough.
Vidocq's situation was the same. For a detective like him, his conceit was proportional to his ability. He did have the right to be arrogant.
Now, he was using Telepathy to tell Zuo Yan what he wanted to say.
Of course, no one would have thought that Zuo Yan was repeating the words of a cat who was hiding somewhere. However, as the creator of these two characters, Brother Jue, naturally knew what was going on.
"Ha!" Just as Zuo Yan finished speaking, Doster, who had already drunk half a glass of red wine, let out his signature dry laugh. He interrupted, "It seems that our famous detective is going to start a detective show. I have only seen this kind of scene in movies. I didn't expect to experience it in person today."
"Yeah … I'm looking forward to it too." The next second, Sam also added, and his tone was 30% joking and 70% expectant.
In fact, at this point, there was no need for him to say anything. Unfortunately, Sam was not a clever and skilled criminal, so he could not help but feel guilty. Therefore, he pretended to be relaxed and said such a sentence to hide his nervousness and uneasiness.
Regarding this, Feng Bujue did not have any better ideas other than to help him feel anxious. This was truly a situation where a lousy teammate couldn't lead the way.
Brother Jue, Vidocq, Zuo Yan, and even Sergeant Doster could see the meaning behind Sam's actions. As for John, he was sure that Sam had something to do with today's incident. No matter what Sam did, he would be able to relate it to him.
In short, Sam's words only made him look more suspicious in front of everyone. There was no other meaning to it.
"Then …" After a short but awkward silence, Zuo Yan spoke again. He repeated Vidocq's words, "In order to let everyone understand the process of this case better, I will tell you the whole story in chronological order."
At this point, he paused and adjusted his breathing.
Feng Bujue knew that Zuo Yan was actually waiting for Vidocq to finish his sentence. Since telepathy required time, listening to the voice in one's mind and repeating it at the same time was a difficult skill. Even though Zuo Yan was very proficient at it, it was still difficult to avoid the situation where his own voice overlapped with the voice in his mind.
"To explain today's case, first of all, we have to talk about the dispute over the Herbert family's inheritance from many years ago," Zuo Yan continued after two seconds.
Unexpectedly, just as he opened his mouth, John interrupted him, "Mister Zuo … Don't you think this is a little too far-fetched?"
Before Zuo Yan could reply, Sam sneered and said, "Hmph … What? Are you afraid that something unspeakable will be revealed? "
"Gentlemen!" Feng Bujue interrupted them decisively. "Please mind your image. You are gentlemen, not shrews …" He then looked at John. "Mister Herbert, if you can't come up with a more appropriate and sufficient reason other than 'a little too far-fetched', please let Zuo Yan finish his sentence …" He paused for half a second and added, "Otherwise, I'll feed you sh * t."
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