After Jack left the study, Feng Bujue returned to his seat with a smile on his face. He then turned to look at Scofield, who had a serious expression on his face. "What do you think, Detective?" He asked.
Scofield replied, "It's very suspicious … So far, he's the most suspicious one."
"Indeed …" Feng Bujue continued, "Jack has the motive, the time, and the ability to commit the crime. But … I don't think he's the murderer. "
"Oh?" Scofield was puzzled. "Why?"
Feng Bujue asked in return, "Detective, if you were Jack, how would you feel when you saw your father and brother arguing fiercely?"
"Well …" Scofield put himself in Jack's shoes after being reminded by his Brother Bujue. He immediately came to a realization. "I should be happy!"
"Yes." Feng Bujue nodded affirmatively. "If his motive for killing … or his ultimate goal was the family fortune, he should be secretly happy when he saw the scene today. After all, in the eyes of his family, he was just rebellious and immature. It wasn't an irreconcilable conflict. As for the conflict between Denis and Colston, it's hard to say … "
"So?" Scofield asked tentatively.
"So, logically speaking, even if Jack wanted to kill Denis, he wouldn't have chosen to do it today." Feng Bujue continued, "In my opinion … After the 'gunshot incident,' Jack said those words because he was secretly happy when he saw his father and brother arguing, so he spoke arrogantly. These words had indeed inadvertently revealed some of his inner thoughts. But … someone who really wanted to commit murder would have done it without any warning beforehand, and wouldn't have left such an obvious flaw. "
He paused for a moment and said, "Also, did you notice the wording he used at the end? 'It doesn't matter if there's a motive or not'. This sentence is basically admitting that he once had the intention to kill, but he wasn't afraid at all … Whether it was the look in his eyes, tone, or subtle body language, that sentence 'I didn't kill anyone anyway' was the truth." Brother Bujue rested his elbows on the table and held his cheeks. "The confidence in his words wasn't the confidence of a criminal, but the confidence of an innocent person. There's a difference between the two. The former means that the police can't find enough evidence to convict him, while the latter … it's purely because he didn't do anything. Jack belongs to the latter, and it's like he's not afraid of a crooked shadow … "
"So …" Scofield muttered, "Jack's possibility of being the murderer, basically can't be ruled out …"
"Yes." Feng Bujue replied, "At this stage … Colston, Henderson, Oliver, Carol, and Jack, these five people can be ruled out for the time being."
Scofield muttered, "There are a total of nine suspects, so now the only ones left are … the family doctor, Mr. Powell, the gardener, Mr. Barton, Miss Nancy, and Mrs. Odetta." He paused. "By the way … Miss Nancy arrived after the case, so she should be ruled out directly, right?"
"Who said so?" Feng Bujue asked. "Nancy has all the conditions to commit the crime, and even has an advantage over the others." His eyes changed slightly. "If we can find a motive, then she's more suspicious than Jack."
Knock, knock, knock … There was a knock on the door.
Speak of the devil …
"Miss Nancy is here, sir." Dempsey's voice happened to come from outside the door.
"Please come in," Scofield replied.
The door opened, and Miss Nancy walked in. Her attire was quite neutral: a plain white blouse with a jacket, classic jeans, and boots with thick heels. This lady from a wealthy family didn't seem to be affected by the literary atmosphere of Vienna at all. Instead, she looked more like she had gone to the American West.
However, the tomboy outfit didn't hide her charm. Miss Nancy was still an eye-catching beauty. On her fair and delicate face, there were bright eyes, white teeth, full lips, and a fine nose. Her blonde hair casually draped over her shoulders, reflecting a touch of brightness under the light.
Unlike Madame Odetta's mature and sexy classical beauty, Nancy's body exuded more youthful vigor. Her eyes revealed determination and experience, and Feng Bujue could faintly see the aura of a modern feminist.
"Hello, Miss Nancy." After Dempsey closed the door, Feng Bujue said, "I don't think we've officially met …" He stood up, walked out from behind the desk, and extended his hand. "My name is Feng Bujue, and I'm a detective."
Nancy politely shook the other party's outstretched hand. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Feng." Her voice was as downcast as her mood.
"This is Detective Scofield. You've met him in the lobby." Feng Bujue then introduced the detective.
Scofield stood up, one hand on the brim of his hat, and the other extended. "At your service, ma 'am."
"Nice to meet you, detective," Nancy replied as she shook hands with him.
"Please sit down, Miss Nancy," Feng Bujue said. "Don't be nervous. We just have some questions for you."
"Okay." Nancy answered as she sat down. "But I can't guarantee that I'll be able to help you. You know, when I arrived … Denis was already …"
"Is that really the case?" Feng Bujue's attitude suddenly took a turn for the worse.
"What did you say?" Nancy asked with a puzzled expression.
"Perhaps … the time you arrived here is earlier than we thought …" Feng Bujue was using his actions to let these NPCs know the meaning of the saying, 'If you have a mind to condemn someone, you can easily find a reason to do so.'
"What … do you mean?" Nancy sensed that there was a hidden meaning in his words.
"I'm using my imagination," Feng Bujue replied. "This is a very important skill for a detective. We have to follow logical rules and common rules, but we can't be bound by these inertial thoughts. " He smiled. "In short … what I'm about to say may sound bizarre and may offend you. So … I want to make it clear in advance that everything I'm saying is just speculation. If some of it makes you feel uncomfortable, I hope you can understand. "
Hmm … So it's this again … But this Miss Nancy clearly only appeared after the crime was committed. How can he frame her like this … Scofield thought to himself. He really couldn't imagine what kind of reasoning Feng Bujue would come up with.
"What are you trying to say?" Nancy asked.
Feng Bujue sneered, swung his arm, and said to Miss Nancy aggressively, "The murderer who killed Denis … is you! Nancy Lovecraft! "
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