"I don't know!" John refused to think.
"Miller wanted to kill John and use the secret of John's life as a trump card to let Sam inherit all of John's assets. Then, he would continue to blackmail Sam …" Doster caught up with Brother Jue's train of thought.
"Excellent! Mr. Sheriff. " Feng Bujue praised Doster again with a smile. He then raised his glass and said, "Now, let's analyze the meaning of Miller's recording." He paused for half a second before continuing, "Based on the most basic logic, if a person recorded such a sentence 'before meeting someone,' there's a 70% to 80% chance that they were worried that their personal safety would be threatened during the upcoming trip.
"Assuming that Miller was there to accept the payment for the murder, he naturally didn't have to worry about what his employer would do to him before he killed Sam. However, if he was there to take the money, he would have to be careful that his employer would kill him in a fit of anger.
"Moreover, if the police found out that Miller was the murderer, he could use this recording and the money he got from Sam to falsely accuse Sam of being a scapegoat. In fact, he didn't even have to say anything, and you were already thinking in that direction, weren't you?
"Finally, this recording could also be used to blackmail Sam in the future. It's killing three birds with one stone."
At this point, Feng Bujue's "another version of the inference" for Sam came to an end.
If they hadn't seen and heard it with their own eyes, John, Sam, and Doster would never have been able to imagine that two different detectives could come up with two completely different inferences for the same case. However, both of their inferences were logically plausible, and they sounded like the truth.
"Phew …" After a while, Sam let out a long sigh and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. As he lit the cigarette, he grinned and lowered his head. "Sorry, I have to smoke now."
"Hmph …" The next second, John glared at Sam and snorted. "Do you really think that you can get out of this case just because of this Feng guy's nonsense?" His tone was as cold as the north wind in December. "After all, the two versions of the inference that we heard just now were just speculations made in the early stages of the case, before the investigation and evidence collection work was fully carried out.
"So far, most of what they said and doubtful points have not been supported by conclusive evidence, but there is no doubt that only the 'truth' will be supported by evidence.
"There is no 'perfect crime' in this world. You must have left some clues … And I, John Herbert! There are plenty of ways to find your flaws and make you pay for what you have done! "
When he finished speaking, Sam's hand, which was holding the cigarette, trembled slightly. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he frowned and flicked the cigarette ash without a word.
However, Feng Bujue had something to say.
… Clap … clap … clap clap clap clap …
Before he spoke, Feng Bujue put down the wine glass and clapped for what John had just said.
"Good! Well said! " When Brother Jue clapped his hands, he said, "Indeed, there is no perfect crime in this world. As long as it's a human, there will definitely be traces left behind …" He first repeated what John said and then changed the topic. "But … not every imperfect crime can be solved, and not all traces … can be found in time."
As he spoke, he stood up and walked over to John.
Brother Jue was 1.8 meters tall. He wasn't considered tall in Europe, but he was at least 2.5 meters tall.
Thud —
After standing in front of John, Feng Bujue first lifted his leg and stepped on the coffee table in front of John. Then, he leaned forward and put his right elbow on his raised knee.
"Sometimes, the 'truth' might not be seen by others, but the 'illusion' might be supported by 'false evidence' …" Brother Jue put on a pose and glared at John. "Therefore, there are still many criminals in this world who are able to get away with it because they have nothing to fear."
"What do you want now?" John raised his eyes and looked at Brother Jue. His eyes were filled with anger and fear. "Are you still going to talk about what happened seven years ago?" As he spoke, he glanced at Zuo Yan next to him. "Even if you two talk until the end of the world, there is no way to change the verdict …"
"He's right." Zuo Yan also looked at Brother Jue and said, "Regarding that case, the law has already made a verdict, and we can't change it. What a detective needs to do … is to find out the truth, not to judge anyone."
"Haha … I didn't say that I wanted to judge anyone." Feng Bujue smiled at Zuo Yan, then looked at John. "Similarly … I didn't talk about the inheritance case just now. You brought it up yourself." He put on an evil smile on his face, which made his opponent's hair stand on end. "What I want to talk about now is the case that happened yesterday … the 'planned murder of Pat Miller'."
Ping —
His words scared the half-drunk Doster so much that his hand trembled and he dropped the wine glass on the ground. Fortunately, the glass didn't break.
After Zuo Yan heard this, he looked calm and immediately began to ponder.
When John and Sam heard this, they were no longer calm. The former cursed in his heart, "Motherf * cker!" The latter's mouth twitched as he laughed dryly. He thought to himself, "Brother Feng, you're going against the law … You hired a murderer to kill someone, but you turned it into a case where the victim wanted to murder the killer. This is no longer a matter of the law … This is unreasonable!"
"Hey … Detective Feng …" Two seconds later, Doster said what was in Sam's heart. "It's so obvious that it was self-defense … Why did you say that John murdered Miller? Isn't that a bit unreasonable?"
"Unreasonable?" Feng Bujue said. "A person who has no blood relationship with Old Herbert took away all his property, and the real heir of the Herbert family had to bear the stigma and be kicked out of the family. He even had to give up his family name … Does this make sense?
"You've been a sheriff on the island for decades, but you were robbed of the command of the crime scene by a nineteen-year-old college student … Does this make sense?
"A case that could have been solved in one and a half hours has already been turned around by me … Do you think I still need to reason with you?"
No one could refute his words, not just the four people present. Even Vidocq, who was hiding in the dark, was muttering to himself, "Fine … Fine … You win this time. You continue to show off your operation. I'll just watch and not say anything."
"Listen up …" Seeing that no one responded, Feng Bujue stood up straight again. He waved his arm and pointed directly at John's nose. "There's only one truth … You committed murder!"
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