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At this moment, the expressions of the three of them changed suddenly. Feng Bujue captured every change in their faces, as well as the fleeting and imperceptible information hidden in their eyes.
"Hehe..." Two seconds later, Feng Bujue laughed, "Okay, I'm done talking, please go back."
"Hat?" Except for Brother Jue, the other four people in the room asked this sentence at the same time and instinctively.
"Wait... What do you mean?" Powell asked, "What do you mean 'please go back'? You called us here, said that one of us was a murderer, and let us leave after you finished speaking?"
"Yeah." Feng Bujue said, "I will reveal the real culprit in about eight chapters... oh no, I mean, I will reveal the real culprit at about eight o'clock."
"Uh...Mr. Feng." Schofield interjected, "May I ask...why do you have to wait until eight o'clock?"
"Hey~ As the saying goes, reasoning should be done after dinner." Feng Bujue replied.
"What kind of common saying is this... I've never heard of it... You made it up..." Schofield uttered three words in his heart, but on the surface it was still difficult to attack, because he still couldn't identify the murderer himself. , In addition, there is no evidence, and now we can only rely on the help of this eccentric Mr. Detective.
"Ha...haha...ok...okay..." Schofield continued to wipe his cold sweat with a handkerchief, "then do what you want..."
"This is too strange!" Powell said, "If you know who the real murderer is, you should bring him to justice immediately! If a murderer is allowed to share the same room with us, everyone will be in danger Bar?"
"There are four police officers here, so why is it dangerous?" Feng Bujue replied in a relaxed tone, "Besides, you should be very clear... Before I say 'the murderer is among the three of you', You've been under the same roof as the murderer, haven't you?"
"But now that you have spoken out, the situation is..." Powell said nervously, his peripheral vision was always gazing in the direction where Barton was.
Feng Bujue interrupted, "You don't need to say any more, I've seen this kind of ploy of three hundred taels of silver here a lot." He paused, "Doctor Powell, you have such a big reaction. The frightened look, is it trying to pretend to be innocent to avoid being suspected?"
"This..." Facing the false accusation, Powell was speechless for a while.
Henderson and Barton also cast suspicious glances at him, and the atmosphere became very strange.
Feng Bujue just responded with a sneer at the behavior of these guys, he turned to Schofield and said, "Detective, during the time before dinner, please take these three, as well as Carol, who I asked before, The four of you, Colston, Jack, and Nancy, gather together in the dining room, so that it will be easier to monitor." As he spoke, he bypassed the three people in front of him and walked towards the door.
"Where are you going? Mr. Feng." Schofield asked.
"Kitchen." Feng Bujue replied, then opened the door and went out.
The four people left in the study looked at each other in dismay, extremely embarrassed.
...
The kitchen of this villa is quite good, almost catching up with the configuration of some small western restaurants.
The kitchen door is naturally a double-leaf movable door that can be pushed and pulled. It can be pushed open with a light push of hands, feet, or a cart. It is very convenient to carry food in and out. After Feng Bujue opened the door and entered, what he saw was a spacious, clean and beautiful environment.
For a home kitchen, this place has an amazing amount of equipment... kitchen cabinets, griddle, curium, oven, grill, fryer, cooktop, shelves, worktop, crisper, freezer, blender, meat grinder , slicer, egg beater, etc... Except for the extreme configuration of the stone wall oven, there is basically everything you need here, and you can host cooking competitions.
"Ah, Mr. Feng, why are you in the kitchen?" At this time, Mrs. Odetta changed into a long-sleeved plain dress with a knee-length skirt and an apron, and she was at the stove with Aunt Oliver. busy before.
"To prevent you from poisoning everyone's dinner." Feng Bujue replied.
Both Odetta and Oliver froze in their movements, their eyes widened, and they looked at Brother Jue in amazement and suspicion.
"Hahaha... I'm just kidding, ladies." Feng Bujue said with a smile, "As a guest, it's also appropriate to come to the kitchen to help."
"Oh, sir, your jokes are not funny at all." Aunt Oliver, who was undoubtedly a straightforward person, was soon busy on the cooking table again, "we are almost overwhelmed, and you still say something scary if."
Odetta smiled politely, "Mr. Feng, are you sure you can help? Don't force yourself..."
"Are you afraid that I will cause trouble? Hmph..." Feng Bujue's eyes were covered by the hair on his forehead, and a fierce light emerged from his eyes in the shadows, "Innocent...too naive...don't let you see my master's beauty You guys won’t understand..." After he uttered his middle two lines, he was stunned for a moment, "Wait, this line seems to be more suitable for Jin Fugui... Never mind! Anyway..." He picked up a kitchen knife, He grabbed a piece of red meat and cut it at high speed. The speed of his hands was so fast that it produced layers of phantoms, and the sound of knives dropping as frequently as a typewriter came from the chopping board, "Hohohahaha... let me taste this gorgeous killing!"
The two ladies in the kitchen had never seen such a battle before, and they stood there for a while, watching Jue Ge's performance at a loss.
Another characteristic of Feng Bujue's weird guy is that... when he cooks, he becomes abnormally mediocre. If his usual S2 value (don’t ask me what the concept is, I don’t know, anyway, it just appeared in my mind) is around 250, then his S2 value will explode when cooking to between 9527 and 10086.
Habit... is indeed a terrible thing...
After his parents died, Feng Bujue, who lived alone, naturally cooked frequently. He is not a person who pursues luxury and vanity, but if conditions permit (it depends on how much money he has in his pocket), he will try his best to ensure the quality of life. Therefore, this guy's cooking skills are getting better and better unconsciously... and in the process, he has developed the habit of talking to himself and making various exaggerated behaviors while cooking.
"First spread a layer of oil and heat the pan." Feng Bujue said while doing it, "Cut the beef into thin slices and put it in a bowl, add salt, pepper, soy sauce, mustard seeds, rub it carefully to taste..." As he said, he copied Picking up a celery stalk, chopping it up like lightning, "Put the beef, beef liver, and celery together in a heated pan and stir-fry quickly..." It took him a few minutes to complete a small dish with excellent color, fragrance and flavor.
"Hmph... The strength shown in this mustard beef liver and celery dish is enough to convince you..." Feng Bujue wiped his hands with a rag, and read proudly.
Mrs. Odetta and Aunt Oliver dubiously took a piece of beef liver with their hands and tasted it. It was so delicious...
"Mr. Feng... Were you a chef before you became a detective?" Odetta asked in surprise.
Feng Bujue walked to the side slowly, took off an apron from the wall and tied it on himself, he smiled shyly, and continued: "So... please leave the preparations for dinner to me, both of you give me a little Just hit it off." He paused, "By the way... Please answer a few questions for me during this period." RS
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