In the silence, Miss Nancy cast a look of disdain at Brother Jue. Then, she got up and was about to leave.
Before she left, she turned to Detective Scofield and said, "I hope you'll think carefully before making any inferences." Then, she slammed the door shut.
"Phew …" As soon as the door closed, Feng Bujue let out a long sigh of relief and said, "Very good, another suspect has been ruled out."
"Uh … I don't understand. Why didn't you ask her for an alibi in the normal way?" Scofield asked.
"Don't you think my way would have worked better?" Feng Bujue said, "Using lame reasoning to probe the reaction of the person involved is likely to yield unexpected results. At the same time … it can also make them lower their guard against me. "
"Is … is that so …" Scofield took out his handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.
"How is that possible …" Feng Bujue said, "Can you believe Officer Mu's lines when she was helping Mr. Kogoro out? There are many ways to probe the reaction of the suspect … As long as you're thick-skinned enough, like Gu Ying, who is also a fictional detective, sticking to the suspect and harassing him or her, the suspect will definitely be exposed after a long time.
No matter how you look at it, I'm just working hard for the mission. The Nightmare difficulty really lives up to its name … On average, each chapter is less than 2,500 words, and so far, I've only made it through two-thirds of the chapters …
This is really bad … Although I've basically confirmed that the murderer is Barton, there are still ten chapters left … It's too early to expose him.
A novel isn't like an animation, where you can just use a single frame frame and BGM, and then find three voice actresses to talk about the script for twenty minutes.
A novel has to be thought out word by word. It's not right for the author to copy and paste a passage of the Great Compassion Mantra in a moment of passion …
And purely from a logical point of view, there are still many suspicious points in this case … For example, Barton's motive and why he set up the room as a secret room … I still don't know. These two mysteries would probably only be solved in the last few chapters. As for the first seven or eight chapters, as the main character, I had to fill up the story …
Although I did think about killing someone myself, the thirty-three chapters were so awkward that I missed the best opportunity to do so …
Why don't I pick up the ashtray on the table and knock Scofield to death …
But now that I think about it, in this kind of Nightmare Scenario, the NPCs should have the ability to one-shot me.
Hmm … "
Brother Jue thought to himself for a while before he made up his mind and walked towards the door. He opened the door and called out to Dempsey, who was on standby in the hallway, "Officer Dempsey."
"What are your orders, sir?" said Dempsey.
"Please invite Henderson, Powell, and Barton," Feng Bujue said.
"All three of them together?" Demudi confirmed.
"Yes, bring them all here." Feng Bujue nodded.
"Okay, please wait a moment." Dempsey adjusted his collar and turned to leave.
After Feng Bujue gave his orders, he stepped back into the room and closed the door.
"What are you trying to do?" Scofield asked curiously.
"What? Do you think I will continue to call them in one by one for questioning? " Feng Bujue asked. Inside, he was thinking, How could you have guessed what would happen next? If you continue to use titles like 'so and so', the author will not be satisfied, right?
"Hmm, yes," the detective replied.
"Haha …" Feng Bujue said, "Don't worry, just wait and see."
"Er … To be honest, I'm fine. It's just that Miss Nancy seemed to have put you on the spot earlier." Scofield could not hold it in anymore. He was kind enough to stop Feng Bujue's self-humiliating reasoning.
"Ha!" Feng Bujue said. "Why would I be put on the spot?" He turned his head to face Scofield. His expression suddenly changed, and he put on his awkward face in the next second. "That's right. My voice was trembling, my forehead was sweating, and my pupils were dilated. If you look closely, you'll notice that my left hand is trembling slightly." As he spoke, he instantly returned to normal. "But that doesn't mean that I really feel put on the spot."
Scofield's lips twitched. "This …" He did not know how to describe his feelings at the moment. He suddenly felt that the guy in front of him was very likely a professional liar, but in all senses of the word, this guy was very good …
"Generally speaking, I don't make inadvertent physical reactions because of my emotions, unless … I'm deliberately pretending to be in a certain state," Feng Bujue said. "Expressions and small movements will expose a person's weaknesses. In turn, using these to confuse the opponent is a rather advanced gaming technique. "
"I won't be fooled anymore … Every time you come up with various theories, you'll lose your integrity in the next chapter … I'll lose if I complain," Scofield said. However, on the surface, he was still polite. "So … So that's how it is …"
"Detectives not only need IQ, but they also need a high EQ." Feng Bujue started to talk non-stop again. "I personally think that EQ is the combination of one's ability to guess, intuition, and acting skills. Those who are good at doing things are all well-versed in EQ. They can make you do things according to their will, but they'll feel good about it. " He paused for a moment. "Of the three people who will enter the room, one of them has a very high EQ. Of course … his IQ is not low either, but …"
Knock, knock, knock!
The knocking on the door interrupted Feng Bujue. Deng Pudi said loudly from outside the door, "The three gentlemen are here, Mr. Feng."
"Please come in." Feng Bujue turned around and leaned against the table. He faced the door and looked like he was ready to give it a try.
A few seconds later, the three men came in.
The first to enter was Dr. Powell. He was in his fifties, tall and thin. He wore glasses, a white shirt, and a black vest.
Henderson came in with the help of Barton. In fact, he could walk on his own, but Barton was very considerate to help the old man, who had almost had a heart attack not long ago.
After Deng Pudi brought him in, he closed the door from the outside as usual.
Before the three opened their mouths to greet each other, Feng Bujue, who was facing them, suddenly opened his lips. "I will be frank …" His eyes scanned the faces of the three like a gust of wind. "The culprit is among the three of you."
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