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After seeing Colston off, Feng Bujue in the room sat back on the seat behind the desk, lost in thought. //Welcome to//. Schofield didn't bother him. The detective was thinking about the information he had obtained before. "At this moment, I really envy Nero Wolfe (Nero_olfe, the well-known detective written by Reiters Staud, a fat, reluctant to go out, fond of orchids and expensive professional consulting detectives ) Such a guy." A moment later, Feng Bujue said. "Well... I guess you could make a good 'easy chair detective' too, if you wanted to," Schofield said. "Of course I can." Feng Bujue said narcissistically, without humility, "When I say 'envy', I don't mean envious of this character's talent, I just envy him for not having to participate in such tedious intelligence gathering work "Schofield shrugged and said, "It's impossible. Although there are only nine suspects in this case, the information Mark asked during the routine inquiry...is not enough to pinpoint the murderer." There are already three that can be ruled out... Master Colston. Lovecraft, butler Henderson, and maid Oliver. "Feng Bujue muttered, "One of them has no ability to commit crimes, the other has no courage to commit crimes, and the other is the problem of body shape..." "Size? Schofield asked. "You've noticed it too..." Feng Bujue said, "The height of Aunt Oliver is only about 1.6 meters, and her weight is at least above Dennis. Even if that tall and round figure can barely get out of the window, it is impossible to cling to the window to complete the layout of the secret room. " "Ah... uh... yes." Schofield obviously just understood, he thought for a few seconds, and then said on this topic: "But... why didn't you rule out the suspicion of the gardener?" That Mr. Button was talking to you in your room when Mrs. Carroll found the body, wasn't he? ""so what? "Feng Bujue replied lightly, "Maybe he just finished committing the crime before he came to my room?" In my opinion, not a single person in this villa has a tenable alibi. He added, "Including myself, I didn't either. So... Mr. Detective, you should be more careful. Although the probability is very small, the possibility of me committing the crime cannot be completely ruled out. "How is this possible..." Schofield said with a smile, "You have no motive at all, besides, Mr. Dennis helped you, didn't he?" " "Maybe I'm crazy?" Feng Bujue asked solemnly, "Do you think I don't look like it?" Just as Schofield was hesitating whether to say what was in his heart "really a bit like it", there was a knock on the door again. Temple said outside the door: "Sir, Jack... Here comes Mr. Lovecraft. Schofield quickly answered, "Okay, let him come in." "Jack pushed the door and entered, striding into the middle of the room. When Deng Pudie closed the door behind him, he turned his head and glanced, then looked at Feng Bujue and Schofield with a nonchalant expression. ,"what is this? Interrogation? "No, I just have some questions and I want to ask you for advice." "Feng Bujue replied with a smile. "Ha! "Jack smiled, sat down on the chair with big thorns, raised his legs, "The famous detective, want to ask me for advice?" ""Before the police came, you didn't seem to have heard my name, did you? Feng Bujue said. "Yeah, I don't read newspapers very much." "Jack said, "Even if you read it, you don't pay much attention to the reports on criminal investigation. " "Well... I guess you mainly watch the entertainment version. "Feng Bujue, this is beyond words." Yes~ I used to be the lead singer of a rock band. "Jack stared at the pamphlet in Feng Bujue's hand, and replied in a drawn-out tone, "I've already told the other police officer, why?" Is this illegal too? "Of course not against the law." "Feng Bujue said, "But what if... your outdated lead singer kills your brother..." "Hey! Hey! What are you talking about! cried Jack. "What's the matter?" "Feng Bujue's indecent virtue came again, "Are you dissatisfied with the word 'passed', or do you have a problem with the accusation of murder? Or is it both? " "Do you have any evidence for that?" ’ replied Jack, ‘if there is no evidence, it is slander! ""Evidence..." Feng Bujue sneered, "Hehe...'You should be lucky, I don't have such a gun. '" He repeated verbatim, "This sentence...is the last sentence you said to Dennis before the incident. Many people have heard it, including me. ""so what? Jack asked back, "Anyone can tell that it's just a joke." ""If a person is not dead, it is a joke." "Feng Bujue put his right hand on the desk, and tapped his four fingers rhythmically like waves, "But now that the person is dead, the situation is different... Combined with the situation at that time, can I put your The meaning is understood as-'If I have a gun like that, I can't hit the ceiling. '" "It's nonsense! It's all bullshit! Jack jumped up from his chair, "What kind of detective are you!" He turned to Schofield. "Officer!" You just watched him wrong a good man like this? "I also think... you are the most suspicious." Schofield put on his detective airs and stared at the other party with a solemn expression, "Among all the suspects, you are the only one who is physically comparable to the deceased. Psychologically speaking, you are strong." People have more courage to start, don't they? ""you… "Jack was at a loss for words for a while. "Since you mentioned rock bands..." Feng Bujue immediately continued, "Then I think you are familiar with things like strings..." He paused, then said, "It just so happens... The murder weapon is similar. "You know... If the police weren't there, I would have come to beat you up." "Jack squeezed out a sentence in a very unhappy tone. "Huh... I advise you not to be impulsive. "Feng Bujue raised his eyebrows, and replied anxiously, "My sharp kicks cannot be blocked by a mere desk. "Gentlemen... let's get back to the constructive discussion." "Schofield had to say a word of persuasion, because the words and deeds of these two people in front of them already had the atmosphere of street gangsters fighting... "Hmph..." Jack snorted coldly, sat down again, and said to Feng Bujue: " Then you say, why should I kill my brother? Is it because of today's quarrel? I still don't know why he and Dad are arguing, why should I kill someone? "(.〖Book Network ∷ Update Fast ∷ No Pop-Up ∷ Pure Text ∷.〗RT
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