"Motivation, huh …" Feng Bujue began to bullshit. "I can see that … the relationship between you two brothers is not that good. It's not too much to say that it's' thin, 'right?" He shrugged. "Brother Ling has a steady personality and a successful career. You, on the other hand, are already in your thirties, but you've basically achieved nothing and don't have a stable source of income. "
Brother Jue's ability to fill in the blanks was unparalleled. He continued, "Personality determines fate, Jack. I've seen a lot of young people like you. They talk about 'chasing their dreams,' but in reality, they just use the word 'dream' as an excuse to indulge, a way to deceive themselves and others. " He picked up the booklet in his hand, flipped through it, and read, "When you were nineteen, you ignored your family's objections and dropped out of university. You joined a third-rate … I'm sorry … a third-rate rock band as the lead singer. In the next five or six years, you and your band will travel around and perform. Most of the time, you won't earn any income, and the response to your performances will be mixed. So basically … you guys are using your family's money to pay for your so-called 'dreams.' "
"Huh … What do you know? How can a person like you understand the meaning of our music? You're just a civilian who's been brainwashed by warmongers, religionists, and bureaucrats, "Jack said disdainfully." You're obviously younger than me! Why are you using such a high and mighty tone … "
"You're like a cockroach." Feng Bujue interrupted him and said in a cold tone, "A half-baked hippie, a pioneer of non-mainstream culture. I know people like you very well … Selfish, self-centered, greedy for pleasure, gluttonous and lazy. You rebel against the values that the previous generation instilled in you, but you don't really have your own opinions. You hate the greed of the plutocrats, lament the narrowness of traditional morality, and oppose the immorality of war. So you use rock music to express your dissatisfaction, showing your cynical emotions. You shout 'love and peace,' thinking that you're 'pure, excited, and great,' but the world doesn't change with these.
In the end, when all this is over, one day, your parents will grow old. Because you use a variety of high-sounding reasons to shirk the social responsibility as an adult, your own youth is ultimately wasted in meaningless escape. When you look back, behind you is a stupid young man with an embarrassing haircut, smoking a joint, and shouting empty slogans.
Your idealism sounds beautiful, but you don't have the ability to realize it. Thinking is thinking. Thinking is not wrong, just like Marxism. Can you say that it is wrong? However, a group of people who are detached from reality and hold lofty ideals while actually living a life of parasites will only be annoying. "
Jack was dumbfounded. Not only Jack, but even Scofield was dumbfounded. The two of them didn't know what to say.
"I was once a cynic, Jack." Feng Bujue leaned back in his chair and lifted his head to say leisurely, "If you think a guy like you, who makes trashy music, smokes weed, flirts with girls, and travels around the world at his own expense, can be counted as changing the world, then Martin Luther King and I can form a rap group and release a record." He rested his head on his hands. "Do you think you can change the world by casually publishing a few sentences that imply social and anti-government opinions in your work? I tried a long time ago, but it didn't work. "
"Uh..." Jack was completely stunned. His family and friends wouldn't tell him these views, and even if they did, they wouldn't say it so sharply.
"Let's go back to the previous topic..." Feng Bujue turned a page of the booklet and continued, "Five or six years later, your band signed a contract with a similarly unpopular record company and released an album. But the sales were obviously not very good, because the company soon went out of business. "He paused." Not long after that, your band disbanded. Later, you went to North America and found a job writing soundtracks for TV commercials for a living. Haha... "His sarcasm was obvious." How does it feel to work for those fat tycoons? "
Jack couldn't refute, so he could only change the topic. "What does this have to do with my brother's death?"
"Don't worry, we're about to get to the point, buddy." Feng Bujue laughed. "Ideals are very beautiful, but to talk about ideals, you must first withstand the beating of reality." He spread out his hands. "You're lucky, Jack, because you were born into a rich family. For you... a good life, the right to education, and financial resources after dropping out of school, these are all things that you can reach out your hand. " He paused for a moment. "And you are also unfortunate. Because you were born into a wealthy family, 'reality' punched you in the face a little too late.
The life that your father gave you is something that many people can only dream of, but you squandered it.
A few years ago, when your father finally couldn't take it anymore and stopped all financial aid to you. You were nearly thirty years old, and for the first time in your life, you were alone and faced the monster of 'reality'. You've realized that 'living' isn't such a simple thing.
In the adult world, nothing is simple, and nothing is taken for granted. To eat, you have to work; to live a good life, you have to work harder; to become a person above others, you have to excel.
To change the world... Humph... I'm not going to discuss this topic with you. "
Feng Bujue stood up from the chair and slowly walked over. "Today, you must know better than anyone what it's like to live without money. Living in a cheap hotel without hot water, sleeping on a dirty bed, eating only two meals a day, with only bread and running water for each meal. After writing a song and sending it out, you have to be on tenterhooks, afraid that it will be rejected, because that means starvation … "He walked in front of Jack and looked down at him with eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything." You are a rich man, after going through such ups and downs, you must have become much more tenacious. And your fear of poverty will be worse than those who have never been rich. "
Brother Jue sneered and continued, "In recent years, your father's health has been deteriorating, which is undoubtedly a very bad sign... If he dies, what will he leave behind for your rebellious second son? In the eyes of this family, aren't you just an irresponsible playboy who only knows how to fool around and ask for money? No matter how much of the family business is left to you, it will all be squandered away... "
Jack's eyes showed that he wanted to defend himself, but Feng Bujue immediately increased his tone and speed, not giving him a chance to speak. "Let's not talk about how much your stepmother and your sister will get... According to the usual order of inheritance, Denis will undoubtedly be a huge obstacle for you to get the inheritance." Although it was a false accusation, what he said was reasonable. "The relationship between you two brothers wasn't good to begin with. For the sake of this family business, which is enough to change the rest of your life... Isn't it natural that you want to kill him?"
Scofield added, "Hmm... That makes sense. Today's quarrel was the fuse. You made up your mind when you were in the corridor, and after you returned to your room to plan, you went to carry out the murder. "The detective had a basic understanding of Brother Jue's bullsh * t routine, so it was easy for him to help him.
"You …" Jack really didn't expect that from the information he and his family had divulged to Officer Mark, this detective would be able to vividly describe the first half of his life...
In fact, Feng Bujue himself didn't expect this either. He had just combined different people's descriptions of Jack's experiences over the years, and then used his own imagination to speculate about the changes in Jack's heart at different stages of his life, and irresponsibly used his talent as a novelist to connect the dots. He didn't expect that everything he said, including the fact that Jack wanted to kill Denis, was true.
Jack gritted his teeth and laughed in anger. "Okay, since you two have come to this …" He stood up and spread his hands. "Then I'll be frank …" He sneered. "Anyway, I didn't kill anyone. Whether there was a motive or not, it doesn't matter. Before Carol found the body, I stayed in my room and packed my luggage. I didn't even take half a step out. I didn't kill him, so I didn't kill him. I won't confess. If you really have evidence, you can arrest me. "As he spoke, he put on a rogue look and stretched out his hands to Scofield.
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