"Wait," Jack suddenly said. "I've heard enough of your unreliable reasoning," he said, looking at Feng Bujue. "Everyone here has been accused by you of being a murderer, right?" He raised his arm and pointed. "Before you accuse another innocent person, I want to ask you to explain how you're going to clear your name. How do we know that you're not using the name of a detective to help the police solve the case? "
"Humph … Good question," Feng Bujue replied. Then he smiled but did not say anything, leaving Jack to the side.
After a short silence, Brother Jue turned around and said to the two police officers, "Detective Scofield, Officer Dempsey, sit down and eat. Look, I've prepared your share. Isn't it already on the table?"
"Uh … This …" Scofield and Dempsey looked at each other.
The two of them were indeed hungry, and there were still several empty seats at the long table. After hesitating for a few seconds, they sat down.
"Hey! Don't change the subject! You have to answer my question! "Jack said again.
"That's right," Colston said. "I also want to ask you, where are you from? How can you prove that you're not the murderer? Previously, in the study, you spoke ill of me and avoided my question. Now, in front of everyone, can you please make it clear? "
Just as the atmosphere was about to explode, Aunt Oliver returned from the kitchen. This time, she brought soup.
At this juncture, no one stood up to help. Every pair of eyes at the table turned to look at Feng Bujue, waiting for his response.
Brother Jue took the soup bowl from Aunt Oliver and said, "It seems that you still don't understand the meaning of my questions. It's okay, I'll demonstrate it again. "
Then, he began a shocking statement. "I think … the murderer who killed Denis Lovecraft is me, Feng Bujue!" The way he said this line was exactly the same as when he was talking about other people.
Hey … Is he schizophrenic? Why don't I find it strange at all … Scofield thought to himself.
The other people at the table had the same thought as him. Even Auntie Oliver, who was serving the soup, stopped what she was doing and looked at Brother Jue like he was crazy.
"Miss Oliver, the soup won't taste good if it gets cold," Feng Bujue turned his head and said, "Don't mind what I'm saying. Just continue serving the dishes."
"Uh … Okay … Okay," Oliver replied stiffly.
"As for the motive …" Feng Bujue gently stirred the soup in front of him and continued, "Maybe someone asked him to do it …" He tasted the Marseilles fish soup in the bowl. "Hmm … The taste of the Mediterranean Sea is dancing on the tip of my tongue. Huff …" He blew off some of the steam and drank a few more spoonfuls.
"Mr Feng …" Scofield couldn't turn a deaf ear to these words. "You're joking, right?"
"It's very interesting, isn't it?" Feng Bujue laughed. "If a person uses an unusually calm tone and says something that is extremely unfavorable to him, others will be confused." He paused for a moment. "Detective, you already know who the murderer is, don't you? Please don't doubt the conclusion that has already been made just because of a few words from me. "
"Uh … Okay," Scofield replied. He wiped his sweat with a napkin and thought to himself, 'Indeed … When Mr Feng is talking nonsense, he always looks nonchalant. From his expression and tone, it's impossible to tell whether he's telling the truth or not. The famous detective is indeed amazing. He can mix truth with lies, and he's so unpredictable …'
"Where was I … Oh, right, motive." Feng Bujue continued, "There's one thing that can't be denied no matter what, and that is that Denis and I have never crossed paths in our lives before today. Even if we investigate this point repeatedly, the result won't change.
So … there are a few possible motives for me to kill someone. First, Denis and I were enemies the moment we met, and I didn't like him for no reason. He was kind enough to let me hitch a ride, but I secretly had the intention to kill him. I wanted to put him to death. " He ate a few more mouthfuls of the food in the soup and continued, "Second, I'm a psychopathic murderer. There's basically no reason for me to kill. It's just out of interest and pleasure, or I just treat it as an after-dinner activity." He looked up and glanced at everyone, and was very satisfied with their expressions. "It seems that the first two reasons are not very convincing, but the possibility of the third one seems to be higher."
Feng Bujue leaned back in his chair and spread his hands. "Maybe, I'm a professional killer." He pointed at the dishes on the table with the spoon in his hand. "As you can see, I'm a man of many talents. Compared to a chef, the professional relationship between a killer and a detective … seems to be stronger, isn't it? " He smiled. "As long as the physical condition allows, an excellent detective can also become an excellent criminal. Although I personally prefer a position like a criminal consultant, a professional killer … Why not? "
"Yeah, it's pretty cool." Miss Nancy suddenly added. Obviously, she already understood what Feng Bujue was doing. So … if they wanted to talk nonsense, they could talk nonsense together.
"Heh …" Feng Bujue smiled at her and continued, "So, as a professional killer, I took action. I investigated Denis's whereabouts in advance, and ambushed him in the mountains, on the road he had to pass.
What do you think of the plan of 'putting some obstacles in the middle of the road, and when he stopped the car, wearing a mask and rushing out to shoot him'? No! I won't do that. I decided to pretend to be a car accident victim, and take action when I got close.
Then, what do you think I should do? Wear a fake beard or something to disguise myself, and hide a gun in my pocket. When he came out of the car to talk to me, I would shoot him directly on the road? Then I would be too weak, and it would be an insult to the name of my profession.
I had to follow him to this villa … In a place with many eyes, I had to let as many people see my face and remember my name. Then, I had to find an opportunity to … "
"Enough!" Colston interrupted. "Your point of view is very clear. You don't have to continue."
"You are the ones who interrupted me, and you are the ones who can't listen anymore." Feng Bujue glanced at Jack maliciously. "Originally, I could have finished talking when the raspberry oil vinegar sesame leaf salad and fried bacon tender chicken rolls with pureed figs were served. But now … Heh … I guess I won't be able to finish by the time dessert is served."
On the surface, Brother Jue was arrogantly opposing the father and son pair, but in fact, he was very grateful to them.
"Sure enough … It's impossible to live without a few enemies … Thank you for helping me with another chapter," he thought to himself.
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