Just as Feng Bujue and the two police officers walked through the foyer and were about to meet up with the police officer in charge of questioning, the sound of a car came from outside the mansion.
After the three of them heard the sound, they stopped and looked in the direction of the door. Scofield and Deng Pudi were confused, but Feng Bujue was as calm as ever, as if a mountain was about to collapse before him.
As mentioned before, Feng Bujue had done some research on the sound of footsteps. Therefore, when the visitor got out of the car, took out her keys and approached the door, Brother Jue already had a lot of speculations in his mind.
He immediately said, "Female, between twenty and thirty years old, well-proportioned body, wearing boots, at this moment... she looks a little anxious."
Before he finished, the door opened. A twenty-six or twenty-seven year old blonde beauty appeared in front of the door. She was wearing a jacket and jeans, and a pair of leather boots on her feet.
"Miss Nancy?" Feng Bujue asked tentatively.
"Um … Yes. May I ask who you are?" Nancy glanced at the uniformed Dempsey. "What's the matter?"
"Indeed … some terrible things have happened." Feng Bujue extended his hand and introduced the two people beside him. "This is Inspector Scofield from town, and this is Officer Demudi."
The two police officers adjusted the brims of their hats and politely greeted the lady.
"My name is Feng Bujue, I'm a detective," Feng Bujue continued.
"Police... detective..." Nancy looked worried.
Feng Bujue said the word "bad" for two reasons. First, to prepare her mentally, and second, to test her. After seeing her reaction, Brother Jue said, "I think... it's more appropriate for your family to tell you this bad news." He turned sideways and gestured to the second floor. "They are in the study on the second floor with another police officer. We can go there together."
Nancy hesitated for a few seconds, then looked at Feng Bujue and the others. She didn't care that her luggage was still in the car and quickly walked to the second floor.
Feng Bujue and the other two also followed behind, but because Nancy was in a hurry, she quickly left the three men in the distance.
"Unbelievable." Demudi said, "Mr. Feng, how do you know what the person outside the door looks like? And you even know her name? "
"Listening to the sound of boots on the steps, the frequency of footsteps, the weight, and other subtle characteristics, I can basically guess the gender, weight, and age of the visitor." Feng Bujue replied, "As for the name... because I already knew some of the Lovecraft family's situation, I knew that Colston had a daughter who would also come to the villa. So, after seeing her, I inferred that she was Nancy based on the color of her hair, the outline of her face, age, dress, and temperament.
Of course... even before the door was opened, I guessed that it was her. After all, this is a remote place, and there won't be many visitors. If it's a fast … "He paused for a moment, almost saying the word" express delivery. "Fortunately, he stopped in time and changed his words." If the family ordered goods from somewhere and asked the shop to send some necessities to their door regularly, then the person who came should be a strong man. It doesn't match the footsteps just now. "
Scofield looked at Brother Jue with admiration and praised, "No wonder you're a famous detective. You can think of so many things in an instant!"
"What is this NPC doing? Is he possessed by Zeng Tai (the character in Detective Di Renjie)?" Feng Bujue complained in his mind. "It doesn't seem wrong to change all your lines to Master Zeng's common sayings.
For example, 'Benevolent Teacher is truly a godly person!', 'What you mean is …', 'There are no flaws!', 'That makes sense!', 'Benevolent Teacher's words are extremely true!', 'What did you think of?', 'How did you think of it?', and so on … After changing his title to 'Mister Feng', saying it out loud would be enough!
You seem to be useless, but in fact, you are an indispensable driving force in a detective movie. In this story, which only has fourteen chapters, you are a nightmare! If you go on like this … in order to maintain my wise image, I will not be able to help but quickly reveal the truth! "
Feng Bujue finally couldn't help but whisper softly, "No... If this continues, I can't hold on. It's imperative to be appropriately unreasonable... It doesn't matter if I'm crazy. Anyway, as long as the case is solved in the end, no one will say anything. "
"Huh? What did you say? Mr Feng? "Scofield asked.
"Ah? Ah... no... nothing. " Feng Bujue changed the topic. "I suddenly thought of an idea that can help us find the murderer more effectively." He waved his hand and motioned for Scofield and Demudi to come closer.
The two police officers didn't think much of it and immediately walked a few steps closer to Brother Jue, ready to listen.
"My plan is..." Feng Bujue lowered his voice and whispered between the two police officers.
After a minute, he finished speaking. Scofield and Demudi straightened up and looked at each other, then looked at Feng Bujue. A few seconds later, Scofield said with a serious face, "This is a really good idea!"
"Oh? Really? "Feng Bujue didn't expect that Scofield would agree with his strange strategy so easily.
"Actually, when I was a detective in the big city, I used to do this to those stubborn gangsters and drug dealers," Scofield said. "They are all old foxes, so I have to do something." He paused for a moment. "But... the people in this villa are all famous people. I'm a detective in a small town, so it doesn't seem good to play this kind of trick on them..."
"But with a detective like you, it's much easier," Demudi said. "We, the police, don't need to be responsible for what you say."
"That's great. It's a win-win situation." Feng Bujue smiled.
As the three of them talked, they had already arrived at the door of the reception room on the second floor. Before they entered the room, they heard Nancy's surprised cry. "Oh! God! This can't be true! "The latter half of her sentence was laced with sobs.
"Don't be too sad, sister. No one wants to see this happen," Jack replied.
At this time, Feng Bujue and the other two entered the room. Glancing around the room, they saw that on the sofa, the police officer in charge of the interrogation, Mark, was recording Mrs. Carol's statement, while Mrs. Odetta was beside Carol, comforting her softly. Not far away, on a chair, sat Colston, frowning deeply. He was talking to Dr. Powell, who was beside him. Barton was alone in the other corner of the room, looking restless. Jack was standing not far from the door, and Nancy was crying in his arms.
"Mr. Police Officer, could you please come over for a moment?" Feng Bujue said to Mark.
Mark turned his head and looked at Scofield's face first. Seeing that his superior nodded, he walked over and said to Brother Jue, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Yes …" Feng Bujue purposely made eye contact with everyone in the room, and then he purposely raised his voice to say, "Can I have a word with you?"
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