The night is getting darker.
The night on the island is bound to be romantic, at least for those who have lived in the metropolis for a long time, being able to see the clear starry sky is enough for them to feel poetic.
But for the aborigines, the sound of the tide and the light of the stars are just their daily life, and there is nothing else that can remind them of the weather.
At nine thirty in the evening, Feng Bujue stepped into the bar on the top floor of the Alfred Hotel.
As soon as he entered the room, he quickly scanned the entire bar environment, and found the figure of Sam Herbert at the most conspicuous position - the bar counter.
"It really is here..." Feng Bujue murmured softly, while walking over.
According to Brother Jue's speculation, tonight, Sam will definitely appear in a place full of people and try to impress others. Seeing this... everyone must have guessed it, yes, this guy is going to make an "alibi".
Considering that Kochikoti Island is only that big, and it is the tourist season, this bar is undoubtedly the best choice.
First of all, no matter whether there are customers or not, this place will stay open until the early hours of the morning; and other taverns on the island, when there are not many customers, the boss may drive the remaining drunks home and close the doors.
Secondly, most of the guests in the hotel bar are people from outside the island. These people come from all over the world, and they are strangers to Sam. Once something happens, the testimony provided by these people will be more reliable than the confession of the residents on the island. many.
The third and most important point is that there are many camera probes in Kochikoti Hotel, even if there is a case... people's testimony is not available, Sam can still rely on physical evidence to prove his whereabouts.
Of course, it has to be said that Sam Herbert's luck is not very good; because, in this hotel today, there happened to be two first-class detectives—Feng Bujue and Vidok, and both of them were already talking to Sam. He recognized him only by meeting him face to face, and smelled a "smell of crime".
"Can I sit here?" Feng Bujue came to the bar and greeted Sam in a normal tone.
Hearing this, Sam turned his head and glanced at Brother Jue.
After a brief hesitation, he suddenly showed a warm smile and replied, "Of course, my friend."
"Thank you." Feng Bujue said, then moved sideways onto the high stool, and unhurriedly extended his right hand towards the other party, "Feng Bujue."
Sam also stretched out his hand to shake brother Jue's hand naturally: "You can call me Sam."
At first glance, this is a very common meeting; there is nothing abnormal in the eyes, words, and movements of the two.
No matter who sees this scene, they will feel that this is just a scene of "two strange men meeting by chance in a bar".
And the bartender who was walking up to meet him thought so too.
"Sir, what would you like to order?" The bartender asked Brother Jue a question in a very professional manner.
Hearing the sound, Feng Bujue shifted his gaze to the bartender.
It was a middle-aged man who looked close to fifty years old; his unruly back hair, well-trimmed beard, crisp shirt and suit vest, and... his age all revealed a message—this man was professionally trained Craftsmanship, not appearance, is mixed here.
"Adjust what you think suits me." Feng Bujue gave a clever answer, and he quickly caught the smile on the corner of the bartender's mouth and the joy in his eyes.
"Wait a minute, sir." The bartender responded, then turned and went to work.
Although Feng Bujue doesn't like to deal with people, if he has the heart, he can please others without any effort.
Because he understands human nature...
The best chefs design their own menus, and the same applies to "bartenders"; people with superior skills and confidence in this creative field are probably not comfortable with "surprise me" requests. People will resist, using their own works to gain people's amazement is the way for these people to obtain satisfaction. In many cases, this is even greater than the satisfaction that money can bring them.
"Listen to the accent... You don't seem to be a local?" After the bartender walked away, it was Sam who spoke to Feng Bujue first.
"Hehe... Aren't all the people who come here are tourists." Feng Bujue responded with a smile, "Eh? Could it be... Are you a local?"
Brother Jue's response made Sam immediately realize that his first sentence was wrong: "Um... hehe..." He also laughed twice, with a hint of embarrassment and regret in his smile, "When I was young, here I stayed for a while, and then left for some reasons, counting... I haven't come back for many years."
He wasn't lying, but he responded with a tone and language that he didn't want to delve too deeply into the issue.
"Oh..." Seeing this, Feng Bujue changed the subject "tactfully". He shrugged and said, "Everyone is young..." He spoke like a steady man in his forties, but he But his face reveals the information that he is "definitely not thirty years old", "Those years are mostly accompanied by many memories and bad luck that even we think are stupid."
"You're so right!" Sam recognized Jue Ge's words from the bottom of his heart, and the expression on his face seemed to say "kneeling for poisonous chicken soup".
But Feng Bujue's heart didn't fluctuate... he even wanted to laugh a little.
From the second he walked over, he was always aware of every thought in Sam's heart.
The initial "hesitation" was Sam's normal reaction, but the subsequent "enthusiasm" was because he just needed to "chat with strangers"; Brother Jue knew from the beginning that as long as he went to talk to Sam , the latter will definitely go along with the flow and chat with him, so he doesn't need to deliberately cater to the other party... just use the "most common and natural" way to negotiate.
If there is no accident, in the next few hours, somewhere on this island, there will be a "case"... At that time, Feng Bujue will become Sam's "alibi". If he takes up this role, he can naturally intervene in the "case" and even influence the police investigation through testimony.
It can be said that this is a strategy that kills multiple birds with one stone.
And this is something Zuo Yan can’t do; even if Vidok, like Brother Jue... deduced that Sam might appear in the bar tonight, and told Zuo Yan the information, Zuo Yan couldn’t be like Jue Ge. Brother walked in so swaggeringly to contact him. Because in this scripted world, most countries in Western Europe only allow people over the age of twenty-one to enter the bar, and Zuo Yan... is nineteen this year.
However, Feng Bujue also thought of that besides letting "people" investigate, those two have another way...