At that moment, the three men's expressions changed. Feng Bujue caught every change in their facial expressions, as well as the fleeting, imperceptible information hidden in their eyes.
"Haha …" Two seconds later, Feng Bujue started to laugh. "Alright, that's all I have to say. Please leave."
“What？” Other than Brother Jue, the other four men in the room instinctively asked the same question at the same time.
"Wait … What do you mean?" Powell asked. "What do you mean by 'please leave'? You called us here, said that one of us is the murderer, and then asked us to leave? "
"Yes." Feng Bujue said, "I'll reveal the real murderer in about eight chapters … Oh, no, I mean, I'll reveal the real murderer around eight o 'clock."
"Erm … Mr. Feng," Scofield interrupted. "Can I ask … Why do we have to wait until eight o 'clock?"
"Hey, as the saying goes, the reasoning should be done after dinner," Feng Bujue replied.
"What kind of saying is that? How come I've never heard of it before? You must have made it up …" Scofield said to himself, but he didn't show it on his face. This was because he still couldn't identify the murderer, and he didn't have any evidence. He could only rely on this strange detective for help.
"Ha … Haha … Okay … Okay …" Scofield continued to wipe his cold sweat with his handkerchief. "Then we'll do as you say …"
"This is too strange!" Powell said. "If you know who the real murderer is, you should bring him to justice immediately! If you let a murderer stay in the same room with us, wouldn't we all be in danger? "
"There are four police officers here, so how could there be any danger?" Feng Bujue replied casually. "Besides, you should know very well that before I said 'the murderer is one of the three of you,' you've been living under the same roof as the murderer, right?"
"But now that you've said it, the situation is …" Powell said nervously. He kept glancing in Barton's direction.
Feng Bujue interrupted him. "You don't have to say anymore. I've seen this kind of trick many times." He paused for a moment. "Dr. Powell, you made such a big reaction and looked so frightened. Are you trying to pretend to be innocent to avoid suspicion?"
"This …" Powell was at a loss for words in the face of this false accusation.
Henderson and Barton also looked at him suspiciously. The atmosphere became very strange.
. "Feng Bujue only sneered at their reaction. He turned to Scofield........ before dinner, please gather the three of them, as well as Carol, Colston, Jack, and Nancy in the dining room.. That way, it's easier to keep an eye on them." He walked around the three people in front of him and walked toward the door.
"Where are you going? Mr. Feng? "Scofield asked.
"The kitchen," Feng Bujue replied. He opened the door and walked out.
The four people in the study looked at each other awkwardly.
…
The villa's kitchen was quite good. It was almost as good as some small Western restaurants.
The kitchen door was naturally a double-flap door that could be pushed open with a hand, foot, or push from a cart. It was very convenient to carry food in and out. After Feng Bujue pushed the door open, he was greeted with a spacious, clean, and beautiful environment.
For a household kitchen, the equipment in this place was amazing. There were cabinets, grills, stoves, ovens, barbecue grills, burners, stoves, shelves, workstations, preserves, freezers, mixers, meat grinders, slicers, egg-beater, and so on. Other than the extreme configuration of the stone oven, there was basically everything here. You could even hold a cooking competition.
"Ah, Mr. Feng, why are you in the kitchen?" At this time, Mrs. Odetta had changed into a long sleeved plain dress with a knee-length skirt. She was also wearing an apron. She was busy in front of the stove with Mrs. Oliver.
"To prevent you from poisoning everyone's dinner," Feng Bujue replied.
Odetta and Mrs. Oliver's hands froze. Their eyes widened as they looked at Brother Jue in surprise.
"Hahaha … I'm just kidding, ladies," Feng Bujue said with a smile, "As a guest, it's only right for me to help out in the kitchen."
"Oh, sir, your joke isn't funny at all." Aunty Oliver was undoubtedly a straightforward person. She quickly got busy at the counter again. "We're so busy that we can't even handle it, but you're still saying such scary things."
Odetta smiled politely. "Mr. Feng, are you sure you can help? Don't force yourself … "
"You're afraid that I'll cause trouble? Humph … "Feng Bujue's eyes were covered by his fringe. In the shadow, a glint of savagery appeared in his eyes." Naïve … Too naïve … If I don't show you my skills, you won't understand … "After he said that, even he himself was startled." Wait a minute, this line should be delivered by Jin Fugui … Oh well! Anyway … "He picked up a kitchen knife, grabbed a piece of red meat and started to cut it at high speed. His hands were so fast that they left afterimages. The frequency of the knife falling on the chopping board was as dense as a typewriter. "Hahahahaha … Let me have a taste of this beautiful slaughter!"
The two ladies in the kitchen had never seen anything like this before. They were stunned and did not know what to do as they watched Brother Jue's performance.
Another characteristic of Feng Bujue was that … when he cooked, he would become abnormally chuunibyou. If his usual chuunibyou (Don't ask me what this means, I don't know either, it just appeared in my mind) was around 250, then when he cooked, his chuunibyou would explode to between 9527 and 10086.
Habits … are indeed scary things …
After his parents died, Feng Bujue, who lived alone, naturally cooked often. He was not a person who pursued luxury and vanity, but when the conditions allowed (depending on how much money he had in his pocket), he would do his best to ensure the quality of his life. Therefore, this guy's cooking skills unknowingly improved … In the process, he developed the habit of talking to himself and doing all kinds of exaggerated actions when he cooked.
"First, put a layer of oil on the pan and heat it up." Feng Bujue said as he cooked. "Cut the beef into thin slices and put them in a bowl. Add salt, pepper, soy sauce, mustard seeds, and rub them carefully …" As he spoke, he picked up a stalk of celery and chopped it up like lightning. "Put the beef, beef liver, and celery together into a heated pan and stir-fry over high heat …" He spent a few minutes to complete a side dish that looked and smelled delicious.
"Humph … The cooking skills of this dish with beef liver and celery with mustard is enough to convince you …" Feng Bujue said proudly as he wiped his hands with a rag.
Mrs. Odetta and Aunt Olivia were skeptical. They each took a piece of beef liver and tasted it. It was so delicious that it was unbelievable …
"Mr. Feng … Were you a chef before you became a detective?" Odetta asked in shock.
Feng Bujue slowly walked to the side, took an apron from the wall, and put it on himself. He smiled smugly and said, "So … please leave the preparation of dinner to me. The two of you can help me a little." He paused for a moment. "And … in the meantime, please answer a few of my questions."
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