"This shouldn't be a smokescreen by the author …" Feng Bujue said. "The mission has been updated, and from the words' investigate the crime scene 'and' wait for the police ', this is definitely a murder case."
"Mr Feng …" Barton looked at Feng Bujue helplessly. "Did you hear that?"
Feng Bujue replied, "Anyway … Let's go take a look first." He quickly walked to the door and waved for Barton to follow him.
The two ran through the corridor and headed in the direction of the scream.
This time, the scream came from the first floor, on the east side of the villa. It happened to be a room that was symmetrical to Brother Jue's room.
Feng Bujue and Barton were the first to arrive at the scene after hearing the scream. After turning a corner in the corridor, they saw Mrs. Carol, whose face was ashen. The woman was sitting on the ground in the corridor, murmuring, "Oh … God … No … This can't be real …" Her eyes were fixed on the open door in front of her.
"Ma 'am, what happened? Are you okay? "Barton asked.
Feng Bujue did not seem to care about Mrs. Carol's condition. He only glanced at her briefly, then strode to the guest room and turned to look at the door …
Standing at the door, they could see a man's body slumped on the sofa. His head was tilted to one side, his eyes were rolled back, and his mouth was half open. His neck, collar, and shirt were all soaked in blood.
Following the sound of footsteps, a few more people arrived. The one at the front was Jack. As he walked, he asked, "What's going on?"
Following closely behind were Dr. Powell, Butler Henderson, and Mrs. Odetta. They all appeared in the corridor with doubtful and worried expressions.
Without saying a word, Feng Bujue rushed into the room before the onlookers could get close. He checked under the bed, the closet, and the bathroom to see if anyone was hiding there. Then, he took a closer look at the victim's wounds. After confirming that Denis was dead, Brother Jue quickly retreated to the door and bumped into Jack.
"Oh! God! Denis! "Jack was shocked when he saw the body. After two seconds, he wanted to run through the door.
But a strong arm stopped him and blocked him out of the door.
"What are you doing! Let me in! "Jack shouted agitatedly.
"He's already dead," Feng Bujue said. "You can't do anything even if you go in." He said it calmly and firmly. "If you don't want to leave any evidence against yourself at the scene of the murder, it's best not to step through this door."
At this time, Henderson also came to the door. As soon as he peeked his head out and saw the body, his face convulsed. He immediately clutched his chest in pain and fell down.
Jack was next to him and instinctively supported Henderson. "Hey! Henderson, are you okay? "
Dr. Powell, who was not far away, hurried forward. "He has a heart condition! Quick, let him lie down first. "He looked up at Barton." Mr. Barton, I have a first aid kit in my room, please … "
"Oh! I'll go now! "Barton did not wait for the doctor to finish his sentence and understood what he meant. He turned around and ran back.
When he turned the corner, he brushed past the maid, Oliver.
"What happened, Mr. Barton?" Mr. Barton? 'said Oliver.
But Barton did not have time to pay attention to her and rushed over anxiously.
Feng Bujue, who was standing at the door, coldly observed everyone's actions. At that moment, he spoke again. "Miss Oliver."
"Uh … What? Sir? "Oliver, who was far away at the end of the corridor, asked blankly.
"Please call the police," Feng Bujue said calmly. "There's been a murder here."
Oliver's reaction was of course very shocked, but Feng Bujue's tone did not sound like he was joking at all. Combined with the situation of the people in the corridor, Oliver screamed in hindsight, "Oh! That's too scary. "
Feng Bujue did not have time to calm everyone down. He just did what he had to do. He turned his head to the other side and said to Mrs. Odetta, who was dumbstruck, "Madam, can I trouble you to go to the second floor … and tell your husband what happened here?"
"Hey! Buddy! " Jack, who was kneeling on the ground to help the doctor save Henderson, suddenly looked up. "Who are you? Since when are you the one calling the shots here? "
"I'm just an outsider who is relatively calm." Feng Bujue's gaze quickly swept across everyone's faces. "I believe all of you should know that if there are victims, there are murderers."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expression suddenly changed.
"So, before the police arrive, I hope all of you can cooperate with me to protect the scene." Feng Bujue said as he walked out of the room. He was about to close the door when he found that … there was a key in the door lock facing the corridor.
"Mrs. Carol." Feng Bujue immediately asked, "When you open the door, is the door locked?"
After a few minutes, with more people around, Carol's mood stabilized a little, but then she began to sob, unable to answer Feng Bujue's question.
"Please answer me, this is very important." Feng Bujue asked.
"Yes … yes." Carol squeezed out a sentence reluctantly.
"What's wrong?" Jack asked Brother Jue, "What does that mean?"
Feng Bujue raised his finger and pointed at the window opposite the guest room. "That's the only window in the bedroom, and it's closed at the moment. The window handle is also in a downwards state." He paused for a second, then continued, "The layout of this room is the same as the guest room I'm in. There's also a frosted glass window in the bathroom, but it's very small, no more than ten inches long. It's impossible for anyone to pass through."
Jack seemed to have realized something, and his expression changed abruptly. "You mean … the murderer … is still in the room?"
"How is that possible …" Feng Bujue denied. "Who would close the windows and doors and stay at the scene after committing a crime … Besides, I've already checked just now, and there's no one else in the room." He touched his chin and said, "Looks like … this is a locked-room murder."
While they were talking, Barton had already rushed back with the medicine box.
"Quick! Give me the medicine box. " Dr. Powell took the medicine box, skillfully found the medicine he needed, and gave Old Henderson a shot. Then, he used the stethoscope to listen for a moment. Then, he let out a long sigh and said, "Phew … he should be fine now. I think he's just in shock. He'll be fine after half a day's rest. "
Powell wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "Jack, help me carry him back to the room, will you?"
"Okay …" Jack answered as he glared at Feng Bujue. He said coldly, "Anyway, there's a great detective here. I don't need to get involved."
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