Feng Bujue followed the butler upstairs. When he passed the corner of the stairs, he found a travel bag thrown on the side of the aisle. It must have been Master Jack who threw it after hearing the gunshot.
After more than a minute, Feng Bujue followed Henderson to the door of the master bedroom on the second floor. The door was open, and there was a fierce argument in the room.
One of the voices was obviously Denis. He shouted emotionally, "This has nothing to do with you! Jack! "
Jack was not to be outdone as he replied, "Hey! I'm not a three-year-old child. I have the right to know what you said to dad to make him angry! "
"Enough!" A third voice sounded. It was a voice unfamiliar to Feng Bujue. It sounded deep and powerful. "Shut up!"
There was another gunshot. Judging from the sound, it was from the same gun.
At this time, Odetta and Carol had also heard the sound and appeared from the other end of the corridor.
"Oh, my God! What happened … "Odetta said with a worried look.
Carol's expression was similar to hers. She looked uneasy.
These were not the only people who were attracted by the gunshot. The maid Oliver, the gardener Barton, and another tall and thin man in his fifties with glasses that Feng Bujue had never seen before also appeared in the corridor. Everyone's expression was one of bewilderment. They were all saying things like "What's going on?" or "I heard gunshots."
"Master, two young masters …" Butler Henderson was the first to step into the door. "This …"
No one in the room answered his words, and the scene fell into an oppressive silence.
Feng Bujue didn't care about that. He quietly approached and looked into the room over Henderson's shoulder. In the bedroom in front of him, there were a total of three people. In addition to Denis and Jack, the third person was naturally the master of the Lovecraft family.
In the eyes of ordinary people, Denis's appearance was tall and heroic, but compared to his father, his temperament and aura were a lot worse.
The appearance of this Patriarch was unforgettable. His face was firm, his outline distinct, and his gaze was cold, indifferent, and composed. Every single move he made revealed the dignified aura of a superior, and it gave others an otherworldly, indisputable, and inviolable feeling.
"Well … No wonder you can marry a wife who is 30 years younger than you. You really have style." Feng Bujue, his eyes quickly wandered, observing every detail in the bedroom.
At this time, the master was sitting on a sofa, wearing a crimson nightgown. In his hand was a Colt revolver with a silver wooden handle. It was a classic six-shot model, and smoke was still coming out of the muzzle.
Denis and Jack were standing two meters away from him, and they didn't look like they were injured.
"Tsk … So it's just a demonstration of shooting at the ceiling …" Feng Bujue, his mentality of wanting to see the world in chaos was not desirable. "So this is the purpose of adding a question mark after the title of the previous chapter …"
"Colston!" The tall and thin man in the corridor hurried over. "Sorry, excuse me." He squeezed past Feng Bujue and Henderson, walked into the bedroom, and said to the master, "Colston, are you crazy … Put the gun down. What if you hurt someone?"
"Yeah … If I commit a crime in front of so many people, how can I stay in Chapter 33 …" Feng Bujue complained in his mind.
"Hmph …" Colston put the gun on the small table next to the chair, took a deep breath, then looked up at his two sons and said, "You two go out first."
Denis and Jack looked at each other, but the two of them didn't say anything. They just followed their father's order and left the room.
"Powell, you stay. I have something to say to you," Colston said to the tall and thin man. It seemed that he was the 'Doctor Powell' that Odetta mentioned earlier.
After the two sons left the room, Colston motioned for Powell to close the door.
The atmosphere in the corridor was a bit awkward. Obviously, everyone had their own speculations about what Denis and Colston had said earlier. Therefore, everyone's eyes were telling a special emotion.
"Honey, are you okay?" Carol came up and held her husband's hand with concern.
"Don't worry, honey …" Denis was very good at hiding his true emotions. After he walked out of the door, his expression had returned to normal. "Father is just … angry because of some trivial things. You know, in the past few years, his temper has been getting worse and worse. I think it might have something to do with his illness."
"Ha! You make it sound like it's true. "Jack sneered and turned to leave.
"Is that how you talk to your brother?" Denis said loudly.
"You should be glad that I don't have a gun like that." Jack's words were very frivolous. Perhaps he didn't think much of it, but the meaning behind this joke was very dangerous. In Feng Bujue's opinion, if Denis was killed soon, this line would be enough to flag him as a key suspect.
After Jack finished speaking, he went in the direction of the stairs. He was probably going back to get the luggage he had left behind. Denis snorted and didn't call him again.
As an outsider, Feng Bujue was naturally not in a position to interrupt. He just quietly observed everyone's reaction … Butler Henderson, Gardener Barton, Maid Olivia, Madam Carol, and Madam Odetta. In Brother Jue's opinion, all of them were hiding some unspeakable secrets.
"Okay, let's disperse. There's nothing to see, it's fine." Denis loudly asked everyone to leave. As he spoke, he noticed that Feng Bujue was also present, so he stepped forward and said, "Oh, Mr. Feng, I'm so sorry, I made a fool of myself in front of you. That … My father used to be a soldier, and that gun is a souvenir from the war … "
Feng Bujue was not interested in this perfunctory explanation. He directly replied in a very open-minded tone, "Oh, it's okay. I'm used to this kind of scene. I'm a detective after all."
This sentence seemed to have frozen the air. Those who were leaving obviously paused. Even Jack, who had walked far away, turned back to look at Feng Bujue.
The expressions on the faces of Denis and his wife also changed slightly. Although they chatted with Feng Bujue in the car and the latter had mentioned this, Denis and Carol didn't take it seriously at the time. A car accident survivor with a slight concussion who couldn't even tell his birthday or the year he lived in. If he said that he was an astronaut, who would believe him …
However, at this moment, Feng Bujue had already tidied up and changed into a clean outfit. Looking at him from top to bottom, this person's eyes were bright, his body was fine, his speech was clear, and his words were well-chosen. It seemed that … He might really be a detective.
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