"Could … could it be that you saw me nearby? Mr. Feng, "Odetta said in surprise. Her reaction showed that Brother Jue's speculation was exactly the same as the actual situation.
"Well … it's just a logical deduction." Feng Bujue replied, but he was complaining in his heart, "Are you kidding me … In the previous conjectures, there were a lot of guesses that were correct. Now that I'm a little more serious, there are no deviations at all … There are still eight chapters left. Why is this case so simple?! "
Madam, you're too honest! Can't an NPC with your looks and temperament be a little more shrewd? Now that you've said this, isn't the reason why the murderer set up the secret room the same as exposing it?! Next, as long as Barton's motive is revealed, the case will be closed …
Barton, you're really useless. Who else can you fool other than Scofield? Speaking of which, even if Scofield worked on this case alone, he would still be able to solve it in the end, right? In the end, what's the point of my identity as a 'famous detective'? Any other detective or police officer would have been able to solve this case as well.
Is it really okay to continue like this … Due to the excessive amount of space, the crazy author has already started to describe me in all kinds of strange ways … Ever since this guy made up the setting of reading fetishes, reasoning fetishes, and being fearless more than a million words ago, he put all his attention on the plot. From time to time, he would use the excuse of going out to collect materials to delay the writing progress. Now, he suddenly added the inexplicable attributes of 'incompetent weaving' and 'chuunibyou cooking' to make an extra thousand words. Although it seems to have enriched the character's personality, I feel like my own style and bottom line has been pulled down by him … "
Obviously, Feng Bujue didn't know that the main character, Wang Mou, who complained about me in the last official chapter, was still a virgin at the end of the chapter. Therefore, he shamelessly slandered me in his mind. Please don't mind him.
Back to the main topic.
Just then, the kitchen door was pushed open from the outside. Detective Scofield poked his head in and said when he saw Brother Jue, "Oh, Mr. Feng, you're really here." He paused. "Wow, are you cooking?"
"Yes." Feng Bujue turned around and replied, "What's wrong? Have you never cooked in the kitchen before? "
"Uh … haha …" Scofield laughed. "My wife is very good at cooking. She almost never lets me into the kitchen."
"Oh …" Feng Bujue answered half-heartedly, but internally, he was grumbling, "Hey, hey … I was just asking. You could have just answered 'no' directly. What is the meaning of that blissful smile? And you even said some unnecessary things …" Oh, I'm just asking.
With my deductive ability, the moment I saw your big belly and the ring on your left ring finger, I already guessed that your wife's cooking skills weren't bad … Your reaction right now clearly has the intention of mocking me …
So it's because I acted too shamelessly that this guy is dissatisfied …
If you don't like me, why don't you just say it directly … 'Please accept my righteous punch! Mr. Feng! 'It's not that hard to say something like that. "
"Ah, right, I'm here to tell you that Mrs. Carol, Master Colston, Butler Henderson, Dr. Powell, Mr. Barton, Miss Nancy, and Jack have all gathered in the dining room," Scofield replied. "Also, if you think it's okay, I want Carl and Mark to transport the bodies of the victims back to town first. You know … Although it's late autumn now, and the bodies are in body bags, after a long time, the smell …"
"Wow … You're really loyal. You said the names of the seven people one by one, and you immediately added an irrelevant topic to cover it up …" Feng Bujue complimented.
"Okay, we'll do as you say." Brother Jue was still calm on the surface. "Oh, right, there's no need to keep an eye on the crime scene anymore. There's nothing else to investigate anyway."
"Understood," Scofield replied and prepared to leave.
Just then, Feng Bujue seemed to have suddenly thought of something. He turned around and called out to Scofield, "Detective!"
"What?" Scofield hurriedly stopped in his tracks.
"You said … you've been a criminal police officer in the big city for many years?" Feng Bujue asked.
Scofield's expression changed slightly. "Yes, why?"
"Then, at the police station in the big city, do you have any … friends that you can trust?" Feng Bujue used a rather vague way of putting it.
Scofield immediately understood what Brother Jue really meant. "Since you've been in the city for a long time, you must have some connections, right?"
"Ha … I do have a few good old friends." Scofield put on a different expression. It was the expression he had when he first arrived at the villa: confident, courageous, and tough.
"Excuse me." Feng Bujue said to the two ladies next to him. At the same time, he picked up a rag and wiped his hands as he walked to the kitchen door.
When he reached Scofield, Brother Jue put one arm around his shoulder and opened the door with the other to lead him out.
"I knew it … Detective, you're not an ordinary person," Feng Bujue said with a smile.
"You flatter me …" Scofield's pride was written all over his face. This was a compliment from a famous detective. For a detective, it was hard for him to control his sense of superiority at this moment. It was like Liang Chaowei walking up to an extra and saying, "You're really good at acting."
"I'll be frank, detective. I already know who the murderer is." Feng Bujue lowered his voice and looked around the corridor. After making sure that no one was around, he whispered, "But we still lack some information right now, so we can't make a conclusion yet. But we have to find out his motive before we can get to the bottom of the case. So … we need your friend's help. "
"What do you mean?" Scofield asked.
"I want you to make a call and contact your friends in the city's police department. See if anyone can help you look into the murderer's past," said Feng Bujue.
"But … that doesn't seem right …" Scofield said.
Feng Bujue smiled. "That's why we need 'reliable friends.'"
Scofield hesitated for a few seconds before he smiled. "As expected of a famous detective … It seems that you know a lot about the gray areas in the police world."
"Of course, of course …" Feng Bujue said. "I know the usual tricks, like taking drugs from street gangsters and bringing them to the homes of scumbags who can't be convicted because there's insufficient evidence. Sprinkling the drugs behind the heater … I know that too."
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