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In the silence, Miss Nancy cast a disdainful look at Brother Jue, and then got up by herself, ready to leave.
I don't know if it was out of politeness, or out of sympathy for a certain detective's poor performance... Before she went out, she turned her head and said to Detective Schofield beside her, "I hope you two will think clearly before making inferences next time. "After that, she slammed the door.
"Huh..." As soon as the door closed, Feng Bujue let out a long breath, and continued, "Very well, another suspect has been ruled out."
"Uh... I don't understand a little bit, why didn't you just ask her for her alibi in the normal way?" Schofield asked.
"Don't you think my method is more effective?" Feng Bujue said, "Using lame reasoning to probe the reaction of the parties may have unexpected gains. At the same time... it can also make them relax their vigilance against me."
"Yes... Is that so..." Schofield took out the handkerchief he carried with him and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"How is it possible..." Feng Bujue thought, "Can you believe the lines of Police Officer Mu Mu when he helped the sleeping Mr. Kogoro to smooth things over... There are many ways to spy on the suspect's reaction... as long as you are thick-skinned, like Gu Hata (also As a fictional famous detective) has been clinging to the suspect, all kinds of annoyance and molesting, the other party will definitely show his flaws after a long time.
No matter how I look at it, I am working hard for the mission. The difficulty of nightmare is really worthy of the name... The average chapter is less than 2,500 words, and so far I have only survived two-thirds of it. chapters only...
It's really not good to go on like this... Although I have basically confirmed that the murderer is Barton, there are still ten chapters left... It is too early to expose him.
This kind of thing is not animation. Use a single-frame freeze-frame picture and add bgm, and then find three voice actors to come over and chat with the script for 20 minutes, and you can get away with it.
But I have to think of it word by word. It is not okay for the author to copy and paste a paragraph of the Great Compassion Mantra in a flash of brain...
And purely from the point of view of reasoning, there are still many doubts in this case... For example, Barton's motive for committing the crime and why he arranged the room as a secret room... are still unknown. I am afraid that these two mysteries can only be solved in the last few chapters, and the seven or eight chapters before that, as the protagonist, I must enrich the story...
Although I also thought about killing someone or something by myself. But the embarrassing length of Chapter 33, which is neither long nor short, made me miss the best time to start...
Why don't I pick up the ashtray on the table and beat Schofield to death...
But think about it carefully, in this kind of strictly restricted nightmare script, the npc is capable of killing me instantly...
Ok… "
Brother Jue sorted out a lot of nonsense in his mind, then made up his mind and walked towards the door. He opened the door and said "Officer Deng Pudie" to Deng Pudie who was on standby in the corridor.
"What are your orders, sir?" Dunpuddy replied.
"Please invite Henderson, Powell and Patton together." Feng Bujue said.
"Three together?" Dunpuddy confirmed.
"Yes, bring them all." Feng Bujue nodded.
"Okay. Wait a moment." Deng Puddy straightened his collar and turned to go.
After Feng Bujue finished explaining, he stepped back inside and closed the study door again.
"What are you doing?" Schofield wondered.
"What? Do you think I will continue to call them in one by one to ask?" Feng Bujue asked, but what he was thinking in his heart was: How could you guess the next development, like "So-and-so's statement "If this kind of title continues to be used, the author will not be satisfied.
"Well, yes," replied the detective.
"Hehe..." Feng Bujue said, "Don't worry. Just watch it later."
"Uh... To be honest, I'm fine. It's just that Miss Nancy seemed to make you feel a little bit embarrassed just now." Schofield couldn't help it anymore, he was still kind. He wanted to stop Feng Bujue's self-inflicted reasoning.
"Ha!" Feng Bujue said, "How could I not get off the stage?" He turned his head, facing Schofield, and suddenly his expression changed. The embarrassing face from before appeared within a second, "Yes, my tone is trembling, my forehead is sweating, and my pupils are dilated. If you look carefully, you can also find that my left hand is trembling slightly." Returned to normal in an instant "But it doesn't mean that I really feel that I can't step down."
The corner of Schofield's mouth twitched: "This..." He didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment. He suddenly felt that the guy in front of him might be a professional liar, but in every sense, this guy is very powerful...
"Usually, I won't make inadvertent [physical] reactions due to emotional influences, unless... I deliberately pretend to be in a certain state." Feng Bujue said, "Expressions and small movements will reveal people's weaknesses .And in turn using these to confuse the opponent is a very advanced game skill."
"I won't be fooled anymore...every time you say all kinds of theories handsomely, the next chapter will lose all integrity... If you complain, I will lose." Schofield thought in his heart, but he was still objective on the surface. Politely "so... so..."
"A detective needs not only IQ, but also EQ." Feng Bujue began to chatter again, "I personally think that the so-called EQ is the combination of deduction ability, intuition and acting skills. There is no one who is smooth and decent. Not that they know this well. They can make you act according to their will, but they feel comfortable." He paused "Of the next three people who entered the room, one has a high EQ, of course... his IQ is not low, but... "
thump thump—
The knock on the door interrupted Feng Bujue, and Deng Pudi said loudly outside the door, "Those three gentlemen have come, Mr. Feng."
"Please come in." Feng Bujue turned and sat on the desk, facing the door, looking eager to try.
A few seconds later, three people came in.
The first person to enter the door was Dr. Powell. He was in his fifties, tall and thin, wearing glasses, a white shirt and a black suit vest.
Butler Henderson came in with the help of Barton. In fact, he could walk around by himself, but Barton still carefully supported the old man who was almost scared of myocardial infarction not long ago.
After Deng Pudi brought the person, according to the old rules, he closed the door from the outside.
Before the three of them could say hello after entering the room, Feng Bujue, who was facing them, suddenly said, "Let me just say it straight..." His eyes swept across the faces of the three of them like a gust of wind, "Murderer, just say hello!" Between the three of you." (.
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