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"This time it shouldn't be the author's smoke bomb..." Feng Bujue thought, "The missions have been updated, and judging from the terms 'surveying the scene' and 'waiting for the police', it's definitely a murder The rhythm of events."
"Feng...Mr. Feng." Barton looked at Feng Bujue with some helplessness, "Did you hear..."
Feng Bujue replied: "Anyway... let's go and have a look first." He walked quickly to the door and waved for Barton to follow him.
The two walked through the corridor and ran towards the direction of the sound.
This time the scream came from the first floor, on the east side of the villa, which happened to be a room that was symmetrical to Brother Jue's guest room.
Feng Bujue and Button were the first to rush to the scene after hearing the sound. After turning a corner in the corridor, they saw Mrs. Carol, who was ashen-faced. The woman was sitting down on the floor in the corridor, muttering in her mouth: "Oh... God... no... this is not true..." and her eyes were fixed on the open door in front of her.
"Ma'am, what's the matter? Are you okay?" Barton asked.
Feng Bujue didn't seem to care much about Mrs. Carol's situation. He just glanced at her, then strode towards the guest room, turned around and looked through the door...
Standing at the door, one can see the body of a man, slumped on the sofa chair. His head was tilted to one side, his eyes were rolled white, his mouth was half opened, and his neck, collar, and jacket were all soaked in a large amount of blood.
Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, a few more people came, and the one who walked in the front was Jack. He asked as he walked, "What's going on?"
Followed by Dr. Powell, Butler Henderson, and Mrs. Odetta. They all appeared in the corridor with puzzled and worried expressions.
Without saying a word, Feng Bujue rushed into the house before the onlookers approached, checked under the bed, in the closet and in the bathroom for anyone hiding, and then took a close look at the wound of the deceased. After confirming that Dennis was dead , Brother Jue quickly stepped back to the door, just in time to meet Jack.
"Oh! God! Dennis!" Jack was startled when he saw the corpse, and after two seconds of being stunned, he wanted to run to the door.
But a strong arm stopped him and blocked him from the door.
"What are you doing! Let me in!" Jack shouted excitedly.
"He's already dead." Feng Bujue said, "You can't do anything if you go in." He said with a calm and firm attitude, "If you don't want to leave any evidence against yourself at the murder scene, the last Well, don't step through this door."
At this time, Henderson also came to the door. As soon as he looked up and saw the corpse, his face convulsed, and he immediately fell down clutching his chest in pain.
Jack was right next to him, instinctively holding Henderson up, "Hey! Henderson, are you okay?"
Not far away, Dr. Powell hurried forward, "He has a heart attack! Quickly, let him lie down first." He looked up at Barton, "Mr. Barton, there is a medicine box in my room, please..."
"Oh! I'll go right away!" Barton understood the doctor's meaning before he finished speaking, turned around and ran back.
As he turned the corner, he passed Oliver, the maid.
"What happened? Mr. Barton?" Oliver wondered.
But Barton didn't have time to pay attention to her, and rushed over anxiously.
Feng Bujue, who was standing at the door of the room, watched everyone's actions with cold eyes. At this moment, he spoke again, "Ms. Oliver."
"Uh... what? Sir." Oliver asked blankly at the end of the corridor.
"Please call the police." Feng Bujue said calmly, "A murder has occurred here."
Oliver's reaction was naturally very surprised, but Feng Bujue's tone did not seem to be joking at all. Combined with the situation of the people in the corridor, Oliver exclaimed in bewilderment, "Oh! It's terrible."
Feng Bujue didn't have time to stabilize everyone's emotions, he just did what he should do on his own, turned his head to the other side, and said to the dumbfounded Mrs. Odetta, "Ma'am, can I help you?" Go to the second floor... tell your husband what happened here."
"Hey! Dude!" Jack, who was kneeling on the ground helping the doctor rescue Henderson, suddenly raised his head, "Who the hell are you? When did you give orders here?"
"I'm just a fairly calm outsider." Feng Bujue's eyes quickly swept over everyone's faces, "I believe you should also know that if there is a victim, there is a murderer."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed suddenly.
"So, before the police arrive, I hope you can cooperate with me to protect the scene." Feng Bujue said, and he also walked out of the room. He was about to close the door, but found... the door facing the corridor was locked, and a key.
"Mrs. Carol." Feng Bujue asked immediately, "Before you opened the door, was the door locked?"
After a few minutes, and with the increase in the number of people around, Carol's mood stabilized a little, but then she began to sob uncontrollably, unable to answer Feng Bujue's question.
"Please answer me, this is very important." Feng Bujue asked.
"Woooooo...yes...yes." Carlo forced out a sentence.
"What's wrong?" Jack said to Brother Jue, "What does that mean?"
Feng Bujue pointed to the window opposite the guest room, and said, "That's the only window in the bedroom. It's closed at the moment, and the window handle is also lowered." He paused for a second, then continued, "This room The layout of the room was the same as that of my guest room, and there was a frosted-glass window in the bathroom, but it was of such small dimensions, not more than ten inches on a side, that it could not pass through at all."
Jack seemed to have come to his senses, his expression suddenly changed, "You mean... the murderer... is still in the room?"
"How is it possible..." Feng Bujue denied, "Where would someone stay at the scene with the doors and windows closed after the murder... Besides, I have seen it just now, and there is no one else in the room." He rubbed his chin and said, "Look Come on... this is a locked room murder."
While they were talking, Barton had hurried back with the medicine box in hand.
"Quick! Give me the medicine box." Dr. Powell took the medicine box, skillfully found the medicine he needed, and gave old Henderson an injection. Then he listened for a while with his stethoscope. Then he took a long breath and said, "Huh... he should be fine. I think he was overly frightened, and he will recover after half a day's rest."
Powell wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Jack, help me carry him back to the room, please."
"Okay..." Jack replied, squinting at Feng Bujue, and said coldly, "Anyway, there's a big detective here, so I don't need to get involved." RS
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