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"Could it be... Did you see me nearby? Mr. Feng." Odetta said in surprise. Her reaction showed that Jue Ge's speculation was completely consistent with the actual situation.
"Well... I just reasoned according to common sense." Feng Bujue replied, but he was complaining in his heart: "Is there a mistake... those nonsense reasonings before, there are a lot of brain supplements. Right now. Be a little more serious, and there will be no deviation at all... There are still eight chapters to come, what kind of trouble is this case so simple!"
Ma'am, you are too honest! Can't an NC with your looks and temperament be a bit of a city man? Now that you say this, isn't the murderer's reason for arranging the secret room tantamount to being exposed! Next, as long as Barton's motives are revealed, the case will be closed...
Barton, you are really weak, who else can you fool except Schofield? In other words, even if Schofield handles this case independently, he will be able to solve the case in the end, right? In the final analysis, what is the significance of my identity as a "famous detective"... This case can be taken by ordinary detectives or policemen.
Is it really okay to go on like this... Due to the excessive space, the insane author has already started to describe me in various novels... This guy has made up more than a million words before the design of addiction, reasoning addiction and fearlessness After the decision was made, I focused on the plot, and from time to time I used going out to collect materials as an excuse to delay the writing progress. Now I suddenly added the inexplicable attributes of "weaving incompetence" and "secondary cooking" to me. I just made up a thousand or more words. Although it seems to enrich the character of the character, I always feel that my own The style and the lower limit have been lowered by him... "
Obviously, Feng Bujue didn't know that the last protagonist, Wang, who made complaints about me in the official chapter, was still a virgin by the time the book was finished. Therefore, he slandered me brazenly in his mind, please don't pay attention.
Closer to home.
At this moment, the kitchen door was pushed open from the outside, and Detective Schofield came in, saw Brother Jue and said, "Oh, Mr. Feng, you are really here." He paused, "Wow , are you in charge?"
"Yes." Feng Bujue turned around and said, "What's the matter? Have you never been in the kitchen to cook?"
"Uh... huh..." Schofield smiled, "My wife is very good at cooking, and almost never lets me into the kitchen."
"Oh..." Feng Bujue answered perfunctorily, thinking in his heart: "Hey, hey... I just asked casually, you can just answer 'no', what does it mean to put on that happy smile that deserves a beating? ...and said some superfluous words...
With my reasoning ability, once I saw your potbellied figure and the ring on your left ring finger, I already guessed that your wife's cooking skills are good... At this moment, your reaction is obviously looking for an opportunity to ridicule...
Is it really because I acted too lowly before that caused this guy's dissatisfaction...
Wouldn't it be nice to just say what I'm upset about... 'Please take my righteous punch! Mr. Feng! 'It's not that difficult to say such words. "
"Ah, by the way, I'm here to tell you that Mrs. Carroll, Master Colston, Butler Henderson, Dr. Powell, Mr. Button, Miss Nancy and Jack have all gathered in the restaurant." Schofield replied, "Also, if you think it's okay, I want Carl and Mark to take the dead body back to town first, you know... Although it's late autumn and the body is in a body bag, But over time, the smell..."
"Hey... You are really loyal. To report the names of the seven people one by one is an extra twenty words, and you immediately cover it with an irrelevant topic..." Feng Bujue felt in his heart Praise.
"Well, let's do what you want." Brother Jue still looked calm on the surface, "Oh, by the way, there is no need for people to watch the crime scene, anyway, there is nothing to investigate anymore. "
"Understood." Schofield responded and prepared to leave.
At this time, Feng Bujue seemed to suddenly think of something, turned around and stopped the other party: "Detective!"
"What?" Scofield hurriedly stopped.
"You said... you have been a criminal policeman in a big city for many years?" Feng Bujue asked.
Schofield's eyes changed slightly: "Yeah, what's wrong?"
"So, in the police station of a big city, do you have... more reliable friends." Feng Bujue used a rather vague term.
Schofield understood immediately, what Brother Jue really meant was: "Since you've been in the city for a long time, do you have some connections?"
"Heh... There are indeed a few old friends who are close friends." Schofield changed into another expression, which was the expression he had when he first came to this villa, confident, courageous, and tough.
"Excuse me." Feng Bujue said to the two ladies beside him, and at the same time picked up a rag, wiped his hands and walked towards the kitchen door.
When he reached Schofield's side, Brother Jue hooked his shoulder with one hand, pushed the door open with the other, and led him out.
"I knew... Detective, you are not an ordinary person." Feng Bujue smiled.
"Thank you..." Schofield's pride was written all over his face. This is a compliment from a famous detective. For a police detective, this momentary sense of superiority is hard to control. If you want to compare it, it's like Tony Leung walked up to an extra actor and said, "Your play is really good."
"Let me just say it straight, detective, I already know who the murderer is." Feng Bujue lowered his voice, looked left and right in the corridor outside the kitchen, and after making sure there was no one there, he whispered, "But right now There is still a lack of information, and the case cannot be finalized. So...we have to find out his motives before the whole case can be solved."
"You mean..." Schofield asked.
"I want you to make a call and contact your friends at the police station in the city to see if anyone can help you check the past file of this murderer." Feng Bujue said.
"But this... doesn't seem to be in compliance..." Schofield said.
Feng Bujue smiled: "That's why we need friends."
Schofield hesitated for a few seconds, then smiled: "A detective is a detective... It seems that you are very familiar with the gray areas in the police world."
"It's easy to say..." Feng Bujue said, "I know the general tricks, such as confiscating some drugs from street gangsters, taking them to the homes of some scumbags who have insufficient evidence to indict, sprinkling them behind the radiator, etc. ... I understand too." RS
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