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When a fragrant baijiu-flavored Kelly fennel stewed lamb knee was brought to the table, Feng Bujue bent slightly, picked up the paper bag under the chair, and took out a rather large envelope from it.
"You should know this envelope, right? Mr. Lovecraft?" Feng Bujue said to Colston.
The latter hesitated for two seconds, then was shocked. In an instant, his expression changed from shock to anger, "You...you thief! You are blatantly stealing!" He stood up excitedly, pointed at Feng Bujue, and said to Detective Schofield, "Arrest him quickly! Officer!"
"What's going on here?" Schofield couldn't figure out the situation for a while, because he didn't know what was in Brother Jue's paper bag.
About forty minutes earlier, the detective had called a former colleague, still with the big-city police department, on the phone, and had simply agreed to do Schofield the favor. Twenty minutes later, the police detective called again, and the other party had obtained information about the gardener Barton from the archives, and faxed (after the 1980s, with the standardization process and the maturity of technology, faxes developed and became popular rapidly, Love People like Kraft naturally exist) come over.
From the time Feng Bujue got the fax to the moment he appeared at the restaurant door, the police detective didn't know where he went.
"It's a very simple matter." Feng Bujue said, "I just sneaked into Mr. Lovecraft's room and stole this will from his safe."
"What!" At this moment, the whole table was astonished.
"You... this..." Schofield was at a loss.
"Besides, I've already opened it and looked at it." Feng Bujue said in a relaxed tone, "Look, the seal has been torn." He also showed it in front of everyone, "Don't worry, I I think Master Colston’s lawyer has a stack of identical copies. Things like wills are usually made in duplicate, or even triplicate, so it doesn’t matter if I burn the one in my hand.”
If Mr. Colston is already a burning fire at this moment, his unconscious language, attitude, and behavior are like firewood, gasoline, and liquefied petroleum gas... He jumped on the table a long time ago and ran over to kick him.
"I saw something very interesting..." Feng Bujue put the will on the table, picked up the knife and fork, and continued to eat the mutton.
"Mr. Feng!" Schofield stood up suddenly, and took out a pair of handcuffs from his waist, "You should be clear, your behavior..."
"It's theft." Feng Bujue interrupted, "Of course I understand... Don't worry, detective, since I took the things out, it's equivalent to pleading guilty, isn't it?" He looked completely indifferent, "Do you think I look like I'm going to run away?" He said while eating, "After I finish this murder case, you can handcuff me and send me to the police station in the town overnight. Not too late."
"No! Arrest him now! Police officer! Why do you listen to a thief?" Colston jumped over the wall like a dog, leaning on crutches, trying his best to go around the long table and walk all the way from the head of the table.
"Hehe... what do you want to do? Take back the will, and knock me unconscious with a cane by the way, so that I won't reveal its contents?" Feng Bujue sat peacefully, with a leisurely expression, like the old man who was furious and rushed towards him Not at all threatening.
Schofield stopped him and said to Colston who was approaching: "Sir, please don't be impulsive, violence cannot..."
"Sit down!" Suddenly, Feng Bujue yelled violently. At this moment, his tone and demeanor changed instantly.
He took out a pistol from the paper bag in his hand like lightning, and took aim at it. His movements were so skillful and fast that it was hard to believe that he was a good citizen...
Brother Jue's gun did not point at Colston, but at another person, a person who got up quietly and tried to approach from the side—Barton.
"I know your skill is good." At this moment, Feng Bujue, with a decisive and cold expression, looked directly at the target, "But my marksmanship is not bad."
The expression on Barton's face changed several times. The cowardly, kind, fussing gardener disappeared in just a few seconds. Instead, there was a cold, forbearing, and unpredictable man. On his face, you can also see the shadow of another person, that person is the owner of this villa... Colston.
"Officer, do you have a gun?" Feng Bujue asked, staring at Barton intently.
"Mr. Feng... Before things get out of hand, I advise you..." Schofield couldn't finish his sentence.
Feng Bujue interrupted: "If you don't have one, use mine."
Only then did Schofield recover from his initial surprise and figure out the situation. He collected himself, stepped forward quickly, and took the gun from Feng Bujue's hand. Then he raised his gun with both hands, aimed at Barton, and ordered loudly, "Dumpty, handcuff Mr. Barton."
"Yes... yes!" Deng Pudi froze for a moment, but did as he did. Although he didn't understand what was going on in front of him, he shouldn't be wrong to follow the command of the officer.
When Barton was handcuffed, Colston collapsed. He sat slumped on the ground, as if he had aged ten years in an instant, and his devastated eyes frightened his family members.
Odetta, Jack, and Nancy all ran over and gathered around his father, trying to help him.
"At this point, should I call you John Button." Feng Bujue said, "Or...John Lovecraft?"
As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the room looked at Barton, including Oliver who happened to be pushing a cart through the door, everyone froze...
The change in just a few minutes, as well as Feng Bujue's words at this moment, seemed to have revealed everything.
"When did you start to doubt me?" Barton said in a deep voice.
"When..." Seeing that the situation was under control, Feng Bujue picked up the knife and fork again, and put food into his mouth, "On the lawn outside the villa, when we investigate with the police."
"Did I leave any marks outside Dennis' guest room window?" Barton asked.
"No, it has nothing to do with that." Feng Bujue said, "I was basically convinced that you were the murderer after seeing the tree outside Master Colston's house."
"You..." Barton was stunned, "Heh... hehehe...hahahaha..." He laughed loudly, and then continued, "I underestimate you, can you even discover that kind of detail..."
"Ah, of course." Feng Bujue responded coldly, "And when I listed you as the main suspect, the flaws and failures in the clumsy performance you performed in front of me earlier, I will also explain them one by one. It's revealed." He shook his head, "It's a perfect description of you in this case." RS
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