"Humph …" Feng Bujue snorted coldly. "You're faking it, aren't you?" He didn't believe it himself, but he still pointed at Colston's legs and said, "In order to set up this secret chamber today, in order to clear the suspicion of murder … From three years ago, you pretended that you couldn't walk properly and used crutches in your daily life."
"What the hell are you talking about …" Colston was shocked. This theory was unbelievable … Who would pretend to be a cripple for three years in order to murder his own son? Pretending to sprain his legs three days before the murder would have the same effect.
"But in fact … you're still agile. With your skills as a retired veteran, killing someone is a piece of cake." Feng Bujue continued, "As for the motive … I think everyone in this house saw it today … When you were arguing with Denis, you actually fired two shots, which means that you couldn't stand him anymore. If it weren't for the fact that it would be too easy to find out after the shooting, you wouldn't have aimed at the ceiling."
"You!" Colston was finally infuriated and became part of Brother Jue's taunts. He roared furiously, "You b * stard! What the f * ck are you talking about?! "
"What … Are you angry after I exposed you …" Feng Bujue maintained an arrogant expression and said, "Or, do you think there's a flaw in my flawless reasoning?"
"Hey … Is there a flaw in your flawed reasoning …" Scofield continued to complain in his heart. Because Brother Jue's words were so nonsensical, the detective was too embarrassed to speak up.
"You …" After Colston cursed a few times, he seemed to calm down a little. He was still a reasonable person, so he replied, "You can ask Dr. Powell about my physical condition." He glared at Feng Bujue. "If you think I bribed the doctor, I can show you the certificate issued by the best hospital in the country, as well as my insurance records."
Feng Bujue immediately put on an awkward expression and stammered, "Uh … So … So that's how it is …"
"So, do you still think it's a piece of cake for me to kill someone?"
Feng Bujue rubbed his chin and muttered, "But it's true that you had a fierce argument with Denis today …" He pretended to be enlightened. "Oh! Yes! The murderer must be Dr. Powell! After you had an argument with Denis and kicked him out, you and Powell conspired to kill someone in the room. He was the executor, and you were the mastermind. "
"At the time, I only asked Powell to take my blood pressure and inject me with today's medicine," Colston replied. "This is something I have to do every day." He paused for a moment. "Also, why would Dr. Powell kill someone for me? He's not a killer. Do you think that if I told someone who works in the villa, 'I'll give you a sum of money to kill someone for me,' that person would do it? "
"That's hard to say …" Feng Bujue said as he turned his back to Colston and slowly walked toward the desk. At that moment, his gaze changed, and his tone became cold. "If you've made up your mind to kill someone, there's always a way." He probed. "That depends on how serious the conflict between you and Denis is …"
"That's my son! What conflict could there be between us? " Colston asked. "Even if … Even if there is a conflict, it's impossible for there to be any killing intent!"
"Oh? Then, may I ask … What is the core of your conflict today? "Feng Bujue asked.
"This is my family matter," Colston replied in a low voice.
"Family matter?" Feng Bujue smiled. "With all due respect, if you can avoid the question with just these two words, then probably half of the murder cases in the world won't get a confession." He began to mislead the other party. "From the time you and Denis quarreled and fired the gun to when he was killed and discovered, there was only a little over an hour.
Master Colston, you're also a knowledgeable person. You should know very well that no matter who investigates this case, you won't be able to avoid the question in the end — What exactly did you and Denis quarrel about?
If you tell me now, Detective Scofield and I will be the only ones who know about this. After the case is solved, no one will bring it up again. But if you insist on not saying anything, and the case drags on … One day, you'll be forced to answer on the witness stand or in the dock in court. At that time, there will be a jury, reporters, and a bunch of ordinary citizens watching the show. The person asking you questions is likely to be a biased prosecutor who hates the rich and will induce you to say more things that are disadvantageous to you. And your answers will all be recorded by the court and even published in the newspapers. "
"That's enough!" Colston was tricked by Feng Bujue just like that. Due to the concern that Feng Bujue had given him, the old man had to make a decision. "If that's the case …" His eyes scanned Feng Bujue and Scofield's faces separately. "I can tell you, but you have to promise that this will not be leaked to other people, especially my family."
"I promise, sir," Scofield said. "I'm a man of my word."
Feng Bujue also said, "Don't worry, this won't spread outside of this study."
At this point, Brother Jue finally got his way … He had never doubted Colston. The reason why he had taken such a big detour was to get the family head to personally say … what exactly Denis and his quarrel was about.
Although Barton had already told Feng Bujue the secret, Brother Jue didn't completely trust the gardener. So, he wanted to hear it from Colston himself.
Of course, even if what Colston said was different from what Barton said, it didn't prove that Barton was lying. After all, Denis was dead, and Colston could say whatever he wanted. He didn't know that Barton had gone to Feng Bujue. There was a third scenario — both of them were lying, and the situation was even more complicated …
"Denis wanted to monopolize my inheritance," Colston said. This was his answer.
"Hmm … monopolize, is it?" Feng Bujue asked knowingly. "So … you have a will? And the content of this will didn't satisfy Denis, did it? "
"Yes, I have a will," Colston said. "But other than me and my lawyer, no one knows the content of the will." He paused for a few seconds. "Of course, Denis doesn't know either, but he thinks … in that will, I distributed the inheritance to 'inappropriate people', so … we quarreled."
This was roughly the same as what Barton said, but he was evasive. Obviously, he omitted Odetta's name.
However … Feng Bujue faintly felt that there was more to Colston's words …
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