"By the way, there should be another servant in this house, right?" As Feng Bujue spoke, he was concentrating on dripping oil into a bowl of sauce. Although his hands were busy cooking, his mind didn't stop at all. Multitasking wasn't a burden for Brother Jue at all. On the contrary … it was a kind of release.
Previously, he had speculated that Olivia was not the only maid in the Lovecraft family. After all, there were so many rooms in the villa, as well as corridors, foyers, stairs, and so on … Even if it was just a superficial cleaning job, one person would have to do it for half a day. Not to mention, there were also chores like cooking and washing clothes to do. Even if Henderson and Barton were to be counted in, there wasn't enough manpower.
"Yes, there's another maid, Mrs. Marsha. She went back to her hometown for Thanksgiving this year and will be back after the holiday," Mrs. Odetta replied.
"So even you have to come to the kitchen to help?" Feng Bujue laughed.
Odetta naturally understood the meaning behind his words. She replied awkwardly, "Sorry … I'm really … not very good at these things."
Feng Bujue only watched for a minute and knew that this madam's cooking skills could only be used as an assistant. Presumably, she rarely came to the kitchen to do anything.
"No, no … You're doing well. I think Mrs. Olivia is very grateful that you're here," Feng Bujue said.
"Isn't that so, Mr. Feng. These few days, Madam has really helped me a lot," Olivia added, "The previous two madams didn't even bother to pour themselves a glass of water …"
"Olivia!" Odetta interrupted the auntie's words, gave her a look, and shook her head slightly. Obviously, she didn't want Olivia to continue. Presumably, this maid had a lot of complaints about the master's previous two madams and often complained, and these contents were not suitable for an outsider to hear.
Olivia was also very tactful. Seeing that the madam had spoken, she quickly shut up and buried her head in her work.
"Hmph …" Feng Bujue sneered, picked up the bowl in front of him, and changed the topic. "Look, carefully drip the oil in like this, and then pull it like a string to stir. This can prevent the oil from separating from the water." He put the bowl aside. "In a while, pour this mixed sauce on the oysters. Then, my special baked oysters with spinach and cheese will be complete."
"You always surprise people, Mr. Feng." Odetta was also grateful that he didn't ask any more questions. She took the opportunity to compliment him. "Who would have thought that a detective could be so good at cooking?"
"Hehe … This dish is only of medium difficulty. Brother Jue replied proudly. "For dishes of similar difficulty, I plan to make two dishes of chicken liver mousse and Japanese filet mignon." He pointed to a pile of vegetables in the corner. "Pick out a few old potatoes and deep-fry them twice. You can make a unique Pomme Souffle. The Frenchman's stuff is pretty good …"
"Oh! I say, Mr. Detective, how many dishes do you plan to make? Plus, I haven't heard of many of your dishes before, "Olivia said from the side.
"Don't worry … I'll be able to make it in time if I do it myself." Feng Bujue did look relaxed and casual, but his movements were fast, accurate, and ruthless. He was at least twice as fast as those in TV cooking shows.
At that moment, Brother Jue's thoughts were actually not that complicated. There were two main reasons he came to the kitchen. One, he wanted to use the time before dinner to interrogate the last two suspects. Two, he wanted to have a good meal.
In this scenario, the players needed to consume food and water. Since they had to eat, why not eat better?
The game Thriller Paradise was very good at simulating the taste of food. Players who had bought food items from the market knew that from potato chips to steak, from candies to lobsters, the game could fully simulate the taste of the food.
Now, he could use the resources in the scenario to enjoy the expensive food in real life for free and show off his cooking skills. Feng Bujue would not miss out on such a good opportunity.
"By the way, Madam, I have a question that I don't think Officer Mark has asked you before …" Feng Bujue suddenly asked without warning, "Who do you think is the biggest suspect in this case?"
Odetta's hands shook. She widened her eyes to look at Feng Bujue. The anxiety that she had suppressed in her eyes was replaced by surprise.
Oliver also looked over with a worried expression on his face.
After an awkward silence, Madam Odetta seemed to come to a decision, and her expression turned determined. "It's me."
Feng Bujue was still busy with his work. He replied calmly, "And the reason is?"
"Because … my relationship with Denis has never been good." What Odetta said was similar to what Barton had told his Brother Jue earlier. "Seven years ago, when I married into the Lovecraft family, Denis strongly opposed it. Even though I tried to mend my relationship with him, his attitude toward me has always been cold. You saw it in the lobby today …"
"What I want to hear is …" Feng Bujue interrupted her. "… what I didn't see."
Odetta's heart skipped a beat. Then, she seemed to understand something, and she sighed. "Sigh, looks like I can't hide anything from you …"
Feng Bujue was saying, I was just bluffing … You really have something to tell me!
Odetta continued. "Fine … I … Before the body was found, I went to find Denis." Before the man could say anything, she added, "But I swear! I didn't kill Denis! I didn't even go into that room! "
"Mmm, I believe you." Feng Bujue picked up a large handful of washed vegetables, spread them out in front of him, and cut them quickly. "In my opinion … Here's what happened …
This afternoon, your husband and Denis had an argument for some reason, and they even shot each other. As the mistress of this house, it's normal for you to be worried about this.
At that time, you must have guessed that the reason for the argument was because of you. So … after a while, you went to Dennis's guest room and wanted to talk to him. "His words were as rhythmic as the sound of a knife on a chopping board, and he spoke very quickly.
"In the end, you knocked on the door for a long time, but no one in the room answered, so you left. Unexpectedly, not long after … Denis was found dead in the room.
Since Denis had always been on bad terms with you, and you happened to be in front of the guest room during the time of the crime, you were undoubtedly the prime suspect. You were afraid of being implicated, so you hid this matter for the time being. "
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
