In the next hour, Feng Bujue returned to his room and continued to wait for the "case" that he did not know when it would happen.
This scenario was the easiest nightmare scenario that he had played so far. Even though his character's abilities were completely limited, other than the car explosion at the beginning, he had not encountered any obvious death flags. Plus, the NPCs' attitude was relatively friendly and they all treated him with respect.
As long as Brother Jue himself did not do anything stupid, such as exposing his true nature … there should not be anything that could threaten his safety.
"So … the difficulty is focused on the setting of Chapter 33 …" Feng Bujue lay on the soft and comfortable bed. He put his hands behind his head and said lazily, "Hmm … Normally … whether it is a mystery novel or a detective movie, the plot and the plot do not use more than a quarter. Then … before Chapter 8, something will happen no matter what … "
Just as he was talking nonsense, in the corridor outside the door, there was the sound of light footsteps.
Feng Bujue immediately sat up alertly and leaned his ear to listen.
Brother Jue had done some non-systematic but very practical research on the sound of footsteps. Different height, gender, occupation, clothing, living habits, and even personality would be reflected in the sound of a person's footsteps.
At this time, he knew that the person was the short gardener, Barton.
Knock knock.
Barton gently knocked on Feng Bujue's door.
"Who is it?" Actually, Feng Bujue had been standing behind the door for a long time, and he knew who the visitor was, but he still had to pretend to ask the question.
"Er … I am the gardener, my name is Barton." Barton, who was outside the door, replied, "We have met outside, do you remember?"
Feng Bujue opened the door and greeted the man calmly. "Of course. Nice to meet you, Mr. Barton. How can I help you?"
Barton looked around the corridor very exaggeratedly, then lowered his voice and asked, "Mr. Feng … Are you really a detective?"
"Yes." Feng Bujue's tone was very normal and revealed a convincing confidence. As he spoke, he turned sideways and said, "I think you have something to say to me, please come in."
"Er …" Barton hesitated for a second and turned his head again. After confirming that no one was watching, he stepped through the door. "Sorry to disturb you."
Feng Bujue closed the door and bolted it. Then, he turned around naturally and moved a chair for Barton. "Please sit down, Mr. Barton."
"Thank you." Barton took the chair, but he did not sit down immediately. He was waiting for his master to sit down first.
Feng Bujue took in all these details, he did not say anything, he moved another chair, and sat down directly.
Seeing this scene, Barton also sat down.
Through a few simple sentences and actions, Feng Bujue managed to create the impression that this detective was very easy-going.
"There is something very important that I feel the need to tell you." As soon as Barton opened his mouth, he looked very nervous. "But before I tell you this, there are some things about myself that I want to confess to you first."
"I'm all ears," Feng Bujue said.
Barton nodded, as if he had made a great decision, and said, "I... used to be a burglar who stole doors and picked locks."
"Used to be?" Feng Bujue continued.
"Er … Yes, of course, I'm not a burglar anymore." Barton explained, "Actually, when I was young, I had a bright future … Sigh … Let's not talk about it. Anyway, when I was thirty, I spent two years in prison in Pentonville. It was really terrible there. Even in the winter, the prisoners only had a rough linen work uniform on their bodies. The food they ate was cooked with gray betel beans, no oil, and there was endless work every day. One night, I was cold and hungry, and I was drenched in the rain. I thought I was going to freeze to death … "
"Get to the point, Mr. Barton," Feng Bujue said. "Please get to the point."
"Haha … I'm sorry," Barton said. "In short, that experience had a great impact on me. Since then, I've turned over a new leaf."
"Then … Is there any connection between this and the very important thing that you're going to tell me?" Feng Bujue asked.
"I just hope that you can trust me fully," Barton replied.
"Hmm …" Feng Bujue muttered, "That's strange … How will describing your criminal record help you gain my trust?" Without waiting for Barton to respond, he continued, "Presumably, the 'very important' thing that you're going to tell me will be very detrimental to someone in this house, right?"
"How do you know …" Barton did not finish his sentence.
Feng Bujue interrupted, "This is obvious … Person A speaks ill of Person B. If Person B wants to deny it, the best way is to attack Person A and reduce the credibility of his words. 'Do you really believe what the thief said? ' That's probably how it feels … "He scratched his head." You know very well that others will use your disgraceful experience to talk about things. So, you might as well tell me first. "
"Oh! Sir, you're amazing! You really are a great detective, "Barton said with his eyes wide open.
"Humph … You flatter me …" Feng Bujue replied 'humbly' with an expression of uncontrollable pleasure.
A few seconds later, he said, "Please rest assured and tell me the truth, Mr. Barton. I don't have any prejudice against you. Whether it's true or not, I have my own judgment. "
Barton nodded, swallowed, and said, "What I want to tell you is …" He lowered his voice and said with a serious expression, "Young Master Denis might want to murder Mrs. Odetta …"
"Based on …" Feng Bujue understood that the gardener must have seen or heard something.
"Previously, when Young Master Denis and Old Master Colston were arguing in the room, I accidentally heard a few words …" Barton said.
"Let me guess …" Feng Bujue raised his hands, two fingers each, and made quotation marks. "You 'happened' to be trimming branches and leaves on a tree outside that room, right?"
Barton blinked awkwardly. "Uh … Yes."
"Alright … Please continue. What did they say?" Feng Bujue shrugged, indicating for Barton to continue.
Barton continued, "I only heard a few words … Young Master Denis seemed to be persuading Old Master to remove Mrs. Odetta's name from the will."
"Old Master refused?" Feng Bujue asked.
Barton nodded. "Yes, and he was furious. He even scolded Young Master." His expression darkened. "At that moment, Young Master Denis said …"
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