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In the next hour, Feng Bujue returned to his guest room and continued to wait for the "case" that would happen at some point. . This script is the most relaxing nightmare script he has played so far. Although his character ability has been completely restricted, except for the car explosion at the beginning, he has never encountered an obvious death fg, and the attitude of the npcs is also relatively friendly, and they all treat each other with courtesy . It is estimated that as long as Brother Jue himself does not pretend to be deadly, such as revealing his real name... there should be nothing that will threaten his safety. "So... the difficulty is concentrated on the setting of chapter thirty-three..." Feng Bujue lay on the soft and comfortable big bed, put his hands behind his head, and read lazily: "Well... usually come Talking about...whether it's reasoning or detective movies, the foreshadowing and the crime will not take more than a quarter of the page. So... before the eighth chapter, something will happen anyway..." Just as he was chanting some boring nonsense At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the door. Feng Bujue immediately sat up vigilantly and listened attentively. Regarding the sound of footsteps, Brother Jue has done some non-systematic but practical research. Different heights, genders, occupations, attire, living habits and even personalities are all reflected in the voice of a person walking. At this moment, as soon as he heard it, he knew that the person who came was the short gardener Button. Dongdong—Barton lightly knocked on Fengbujue's door. "Which one?" Actually, Feng Bujue was already standing behind the door, and he knew who it was, but he still had to pretend to ask. "Uh... I'm the gardener, and my name is Barton." Barton outside the door replied, "We met outside, do you remember?" Feng Bujue opened the door and greeted him calmly, saying: " Of course, hello, Mr. Button, is there anything I can do for you?" Button exaggeratedly looked left and right at both sides of the corridor, then lowered his voice and asked, "Mr. Feng... Are you really a detective? ""Yes." The tone of Feng Bujue's answer seemed very ordinary, and revealed a convincing confidence. As he spoke, he turned sideways and said: "I think you have something to say to me, please Come in." "Uh... "Barton hesitated for a second, then turned his head again, and after carefully confirming that no one was watching, he stepped into the door, "Excuse me. "Feng Bujue closed the door smoothly, put the bolt on, then turned around naturally, and moved a chair for the other party, "Please sit down and talk, Mr. Button. ""thanks. "Barton took the chair, but he didn't sit down immediately. He was waiting for the owner to take a seat first. Feng Bujue had a panoramic view of these details. He didn't say much, went to move another chair, and sat down directly. Go up. Seeing this scene, Barton sat down too. Through a few simple conversations and a few actions, Feng Bujue managed to make the other party have an illusion—"This Mr. Detective is very easy-going." There is something very important that I feel the need to tell you. As soon as Barton opened his mouth, his expression was already very nervous, "But before I say this, there are some things about myself that I want to confess to you first. "I am all ears." "Feng Bujue said. Barton nodded, as if he had made up his mind, and said: "I... used to be a thief who slipped through doors and picked locks. ""once? "Feng Bujue answered." Uh... yes, of course it's not anymore. "Barton explained, "Actually, when I was young, I also had a bright future... hey... don't mention it. Anyway, at the age of thirty I spent two years in prison in Pandongville, and it was a horrible place. Even in winter, the prisoners only have a sackcloth overalls on them, and their food is a paste made of gray mpagne beans without oil, and there are endless jobs every day. One night, I was cold, hungry, and drenched in the rain, and I thought I was going to freeze to death..." "The point, Mr. Barton. "Feng Bujue said, "Please get to the point. "Hehe... sorry." "Barton said, "In short, that experience had a great impact on me, and I have changed my mind since then. "So... is there any connection between this and the very important thing you are going to tell me?" Feng Bujue asked. "I just hope that you can fully trust me." "Barton replied. "Hmm..." Feng Bujue murmured, "This is weird... Will describing my criminal record help me gain my trust?" "He didn't wait for the other party's response, so he continued on his own, "Surely the "very important" thing you are going to tell me will be very detrimental to someone in this house, right?" "How do you know..." Barton didn't finish his sentence. Feng Bujue interrupted: "It's obvious... a said bad things about b, if b wants to deny it, the best way is to attack a in turn , reducing the credibility of its statements. 'Do you really believe what the thief said? 'Maybe that's how it feels... He scratched his head, "You also know very well that others will use your disgraceful experience as an example." So, you might as well just tell me yourself first. ""Oh! Sir, you are amazing! You really are a great detective. "Barton said with wide-eyed eyes. "Huh... I'm so grateful..." Feng Bujue replied "modestly" with an expression of being too happy. A few seconds later, he said again: "Please feel free to tell me the matter , Mr. Button, I have no prejudice against you. Whether it is true or not, I make my own judgment. "Patton nodded, swallowed his saliva, and said: "What I want to tell you is..." He lowered his voice and said with a serious expression, "Master Dennis, you may want to murder Mrs. Odetta..." "The basis is... "Feng Bujue immediately understood that the gardener must have seen or heard something. "Before, when Master Dennis and Master Colston were arguing in the room, I overheard a few words..." Patton said. "Let me guess..." Feng Bujue raised his hands, pointed two fingers each, and made a gesture of quotation marks, "You 'coincidentally' pruned branches and leaves on a tree outside that room, right? "Barton blinked awkwardly, "Uh... yes. "Okay...go on, what did they say?" Feng Bujue shrugged and motioned for the other party to continue. Button continued: "I only heard a few words... Master Dennis seems to be trying to persuade the master to delete Mrs. Odetta's name from the will. "Master refuses?" "Feng Bujue asked. Barton nodded, "Yes, and he became furious, and even scolded the young master. "His expression became gloomy, "At this moment, Master Dennis actually said..." (.)
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