After seeing Colston off, Feng Bujue returned to his seat behind the desk and fell into deep thought.
Scofield didn't disturb him. The detective was also pondering over the information he had obtained earlier.
Moments later, Feng Bujue opened his mouth to say, "At this moment, I really envy someone like Nero Wolfe (a famous detective written by Leiter Staudt, a fat, unwilling to leave the house, a professional detective who likes to raise orchids and charges exorbitant fees for consulting)."
"Well … I think if you want, you can also become an excellent 'Easy Chair Detective,'" Scofield said.
"Of course I can." Feng Bujue's narcissistic nature kicked in, and he said without any modesty, "When I say 'envy,' I don't mean envy of this person's talent, I just envy that he doesn't have to participate in this kind of tedious intelligence gathering work."
Scofield shrugged and said, "It can't be helped. Although there are only a total of nine suspects in this case, the information Mark got during the routine questioning … isn't enough to lock down the murderer."
"At present, there are basically three suspects that can be ruled out … the owner, Colston Lovecraft, the butler, Henderson, and the maid, Olivia." Feng Bujue muttered, "One of them doesn't have the ability to commit the crime, the other doesn't have the guts to commit the crime, and the last one is a problem of body size …"
"Body size?" Scofield asked.
"You noticed it too …" Feng Bujue said, "Aunt Olivia is only about 1.6 meters tall, and she's at least heavier than Denis. With her large body, even if she could barely climb out of the window, it's impossible for her to complete the layout of the secret room outside the window. "
"Ah … Uh … Yes." Scofield obviously just understood. He thought for a few seconds and continued the topic. "But … why didn't you rule out the gardener as a suspect? When Mrs. Carol found the body, Mr. Barton was talking to you in your room, wasn't he? "
"So what?" Feng Bujue replied faintly. "Maybe he had just finished the crime before he came to my room? As far as I can see, no one in this house has a valid alibi, "he added." Not even myself. So … Mr. Detective, you have to be careful. Although the chances are slim, you can't completely rule out the possibility that I committed the crime. "
"How is that possible …" Scofield laughed. "You have no motive at all. Besides, Mr. Denis helped you, didn't he?"
"What if I'm crazy?" Feng Bujue asked seriously. "Don't you think I'm crazy?"
Just as Scofield was hesitating whether or not he should say out loud that they did look alike, there was a knock on the door again.
Outside the door, Dempsey said, "Sir, Mr. Jack Lovecraft is here."
Scofield quickly replied, "Okay, let him in."
Jack pushed the door open and strode to the middle of the room. When Deng Pudi closed the door behind him, he turned his head and glanced at him. Then, he looked at Feng Bujue and Scofield with an indifferent expression and said, "This is nothing. Is it an interrogation? "
"No, I just have some questions that I want to ask you," Feng Bujue replied with a smile.
"Ha!" Jack laughed and sat down on the chair, crossing his legs. "The famous detective wants to ask me for advice?"
"Before the police came, you didn't seem to have heard of my name, did you?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Yeah, I don't read the newspapers much," Jack said. "Even if I did, I didn't pay much attention to reports about criminal investigations."
"Well … I guess you mainly read the entertainment section." Feng Bujue was implying something.
"Yes, I used to be the lead singer of a rock band." Jack's eyes stared at the booklet in Feng Bujue's hand, and he drawled, "I've already told the other officer. What's wrong? Is this against the law? "
"Of course it's not against the law," Feng Bujue said. "But if … your outdated lead singer killed his brother …"
"Hey! Hey! What are you talking about? "Jack shouted.
"What's wrong?" Feng Bujue's annoying behavior came back again. "Are you dissatisfied with the word 'outdated,' or do you have an opinion about the murder charge? Or perhaps both? "
"Do you have any evidence?" Jack replied. "If there's no evidence, then it's slander!"
"Evidence …" Feng Bujue sneered. "Hehe … 'You should be glad that I don't have such a gun.'" He repeated, word for word, "This sentence … was the last sentence you said to Dennis before the crime was committed, right? Many people heard it, including me. "
"So what?" Jack asked. "Everyone could tell that it was just a joke."
"If he's not dead, then it's just a joke." Feng Bujue put his right hand on the desk, his four fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk like waves. "But now that he's dead, the situation is different … Combined with the situation at that time, can I understand what you mean — 'If I had such a gun, I wouldn't be shooting at the ceiling.'"
"Nonsense! It's all nonsense! "Jack jumped up from his chair." What kind of detective are you?! "He turned to look at Scofield." Officer! Are you just going to watch him wrongly accuse a good person like this? "
"I also think that … you're the most suspicious." "Of all the suspects, you're the only one whose physique is comparable to the victim's. From a psychological point of view, the stronger one is more courageous, isn't that right?" Scofield put on the air of a detective and glared at the man sternly. "Of all the suspects, you're the only one whose physique is comparable to the victim's.
"You …" Jack was speechless.
"Since you mentioned the rock band …" Feng Bujue immediately continued, "Then I think you're familiar with things like strings …" He paused for a moment and said, "Coincidentally … the murder weapon is similar."
"You know what … If it weren't for the police, I would have come over to beat you up," Jack squeezed out in a very unhappy tone.
"Humph … I advise you not to be impulsive." Feng Bujue raised his eyebrows and replied smugly, "My fierce kicking skills can't be stopped by a mere desk."
"Gentlemen … let's return to a constructive discussion," Scofield said. Scofield had no choice but to persuade him. The words and actions of the two people in front of him were already like street thugs fighting on the streets …
"Humph …" Jack snorted and sat down again. He said to Feng Bujue, "Then tell me, why did I kill my brother? Was it because of today's argument? I still don't know why he and my dad were arguing. Why would I kill someone? "
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