"You … What are you talking about …" Mrs. Carol seemed to have understood what was going on. She looked at Barton in shock. "Was it you? Mr. Barton, did you kill Denis? Why? Why?! "She was about to rush forward.
Dr. Powell, who was closest to her, quickly stopped her. "Don't go over there, Carol. He's a murderer."
"Hmph … Why …" Barton raised his head and looked at Caroline with a compassionate gaze. "Pitiful woman … You're worthy of my sympathy in every sense … Perhaps you'll thank me after you understand the truth …"
"Mr. Feng, can you explain what's going on?" Miss Nancy, who was kneeling next to her father, asked.
"It's a long story." Feng Bujue was ready to tell a story. "First, let me introduce Mr. Barton in front of you …" He put down the knife and fork in his hand, wiped his mouth, and pointed. "He is the eldest son of Mr. Colston Lovecraft."
Except for Feng Bujue and Detective Scofield, everyone else in the room looked surprised. Even though Feng Bujue had already mentioned the name 'John Lovecraft' earlier, when he officially revealed his identity, it still gave everyone quite a shock.
"Stop it!" Colston sat on the ground and shouted. "I plead guilty! I was the one who killed Dennis! Arrest me! Officer! I plead guilty! "
"This isn't a medieval religious court, Mr. Lovecraft," Feng Bujue said coldly. "This is a country with a sound legal system. Convictions are based on evidence." He shrugged. "Even if it's the Mafia, before finding someone to take the blame and commit perjury, they have to ask for the opinion of a lawyer before taking action."
He looked down at the old man who was on the verge of despair. "Hmph … Do you think … what you're doing now is noble and noble? In my opinion, even if you really take the blame, you're not taking it on behalf of others. Today's situation is entirely your own doing. "
"Don't go too far!" Jack couldn't stand it anymore. He already understood what Feng Bujue meant. He said loudly, "Are you trying to say that Barton is my father's illegitimate son? So what if he was? My father didn't kill him! He just lost a son, and now he's about to lose another. It's normal for him to have such a reaction. Can't you be a little benevolent? "
"Ha!" Feng Bujue laughed. "Are you sure Denis is your brother?" He paused and suddenly turned to Henderson. "Or … are you sure that Denis is the son of the Lovecraft family?"
As soon as he said this, everyone in the room turned to look at Henderson. The steward's face was pale and his whole body was trembling. Even though he was sitting on a chair, he gave people the feeling that he was about to fall.
As an outsider, Scofield couldn't help but sigh in his heart. "The rich circle is really messy …"
"I don't know how much you know about genetics, but I think Dr. Powell should know a little." As Feng Bujue spoke, he took out two photos from the paper bag. "I found these two photos in the safe in Colston's room."
"Uh …" Officer Dempsey couldn't help but interrupt. "Mr. Feng, I can understand that the door of the room wasn't locked, but something like a safe … How did you open it?"
"Oh, that safe used a mechanical lock. I could open it with a stethoscope," Feng Bujue replied casually.
"Hey … Wait, stethoscope …" Powell's mouth twitched. He had a bad feeling. "You …"
"Yes, I took it from your room," Feng Bujue said with a smile. "Doctor, your reasoning skills are not bad."
"With your ability, it's a waste that you don't become a thief …" Powell muttered gloomily.
"Okay, let's go back to the photos." Feng Bujue raised the photos in his hand and showed them to everyone. "These two photos are of Colston and his two wives." He paused for a moment. "We can see that his first two wives, one has red hair, and the other has black hair." He turned the photos over and put them in front of his eyes. "I have to say, your life is always accompanied by beautiful women, Mr. Lovecraft. It's a pity that the women who married you all had unlucky lives and died young. " He paused for a second and looked up at Mrs. Odetta. "Don't mind it, madam. I'm just saying."
Feng Bujue then turned his gaze to Jack and Nancy. "Master Jack and Miss Nancy both have blonde hair, just like their father when he was young." He then pointed at the woman in the first photo. "Factoring in the possibility of recessive genes, how likely is it that the child of Colston and his first wife has brown hair?" He licked his lips. "If hair color is not enough to explain the problem, then combined with dominant genetic factors such as double eyelids and chin cleft … Who does Denis resemble more?" He turned his head and looked at the butler. "Mr. Henderson, although your hair is white, from your face, eye color, cheekbones, and other characteristics, you seem to have some Latino or Germanic characteristics …"
"Yes, Denis … is my son, my first wife and I …" Henderson interrupted Brother Jue but couldn't finish the sentence. Halfway through, he gritted his teeth and lowered his head.
"Henderson! You … "Jack had a good relationship with this butler since he was young, but he never thought that this man had an affair with his mother.
"It's really a delightful scene, isn't it? Haha … "Feng Bujue was the only person in the room who could still laugh." A rich man, with a beautiful wife at home, still had an affair outside, and even had a child with his lover. " He put the photo back into the paper bag. "So, his legal wife used similar means to retaliate against her husband."
Brother Jue stood up and paced in the spacious dining room, probably treating it as an after-dinner stroll. "And the foreshadowing of all the tragedies was buried forty years ago." He reached out and gestured to a chair next to him. "You'd better help Mr. Lovecraft to the chair. You can't sit on the ground with him and listen to me, can you?"
Odetta, Jack, and Nancy had fallen into a state of confusion. They were far from recovering from the shock, so they just followed Feng Bujue's suggestion.
A moment later, when Colston sat down again, Feng Bujue took out a few pieces of fax paper from the paper bag and read it in his hand. "After figuring out the relationship between these people, the next explanation is simple. Let's start with Mr. Barton …"
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