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In the next hour, Feng unconsciously returned to his room and continued to wait for the "case" that would happen at some point.

This script is the most relaxing nightmare script he's ever played. Although his character abilities have been completely limited, except for the initial car explosion, he has never encountered an obvious death flag, and the NPCs are all friendly and polite.

It is estimated that as long as Brother Jue himself does not act pretentiously, such as exposing his true nature...... Nothing should threaten his safety.

"So...... Is the difficulty concentrated on the setting of chapter thirty-three......" Feng Bujue lay on the soft and comfortable big bed, put his hands behind his head, and read lazily: "Hmm...... Generally speaking...... Whether it's a mystery novel or a detective movie, no more than a quarter of the foreshadowing and crime will be used. So...... Before Chapter 8, something will happen anyway......"

Just as he was muttering some boring nonsense, a slight sound of footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor outside the door.

Feng Bujue immediately sat up vigilantly and listened attentively.

For footsteps, Brother Jue has done some non-systematic, but very practical research. Different heights, genders, occupations, attire, living habits, and even personality can all be reflected in the voice of a person when walking.

As soon as he heard it, he knew that it was Barton, the short gardener.

Knock knock -

Barton knocked softly on the unaware door.

"Who?" In fact, Feng Bujue was already standing behind the door, and he also knew who it was, but he still had to pretend to ask.

"Uh...... I'm a gardener named Barton. Patton replied outside the door, "We met outside, do you remember?" ”

Feng unconsciously opened the door. He calmly greeted the other party and said, "Of course, hello, Mr. Barton, is there anything I can do?" ”

Barton looked around the sides of the corridor exaggeratedly, and then asked in a low voice, "Mr. Feng...... Are you really a detective? ”

"Yes." Feng Bujue's tone of reply seemed very ordinary, and revealed a convincing confidence, and as he spoke, he turned sideways and said, "I think you have something to say to me." Please come in. ”

"Uh......" Barton hesitated for a second, then turned his head again to make sure no one was prying before he stepped through the door, "Excuse me." ”

Feng Bujue closed the door easily. Plugged in the deadbolt, then naturally turned around and moved a chair to the other man, "Please sit down, Mr. Barton." ”

"Thank you." Barton took the chair, but did not sit down immediately, he waited for his master to take his seat first.

These details. Feng Bujue was in full view, he didn't say anything, went to move another chair, and sat down directly.

See this scenario. Barton sat down with him.

With a few simple words of dialogue and a few actions, Feng Buyi succeeded in giving the other party the illusion of "this Mr. Detective is very easy-going".

"There's something very important that I feel compelled to tell you." As soon as Barton spoke, his expression was already tense. "But before I say that, there's something about myself. I want to be honest with you first. ”

"Listen to the contemptible." Feng Bujue said.

Barton nodded, as if with a great deal of determination, and said, "I...... He used to be a thief who slipped and picked locks. ”

"Ever?" Feng Bujue answered.

"Uh...... Yes, of course not anymore. "Actually, when I was younger, I had a bright future...... Ay...... Don't mention it. Anyway, at the age of thirty, I spent two years in prison in Pandonville, and it was horrible. Even in winter, the prisoners had only a burlap overalls, a meal made of gray betel beans, an oil-free paste, and endless work to do every day. One night I was so cold and hungry that I was drenched in the rain that I thought I was going to freeze to death......"

"Focus, Mr. Patton." Feng Bujue said, "Please get to the point." ”

"Huh...... I'm sorry. "Anyway, that experience had a big impact on me, and I've been changing my mind ever since." ”

"So...... Does this have anything to do with the very important thing that you are going to sue me? Feng Bujue asked.

"I just hope you can trust me fully." Barton replied.

"Hmm......" Feng Bujue muttered, "That's weird...... Will describing my criminal record help me gain my trust? Without waiting for a response, he replied to himself, "Presumably the 'very important' thing you are going to say to me will be very bad for someone in this house, right?" ”

"How do you know ......?" Barton said.

Feng Bujue interrupted: "This is obvious...... If A says something bad about B, and B wants to deny it, the best way is to attack A in turn and reduce the credibility of his statement. Do you really believe what the thief said? 'I guess that's how it feels......,' he scratched his head, "and you know very well that others will use your disgraceful experience to tell the story." So, why don't you tell me about it yourself. ”

"Oh! You are amazing, sir! You're a great detective. Barton's eyes widened.

"Hmph...... ...... the award," Feng Bujue replied "modestly" with a refreshed expression.

After a few seconds, he added, "Tell me about it, Mr. Barton, I have no prejudice against you." True or false, I have my own judgment. ”

Barton nodded, swallowed his saliva, and said, "What I want to sue you is ......" He lowered his voice and said with a stern expression, "Master Dennis, you may want to murder Lady Odetta......"

"According to the ......" Feng Buyi understood as soon as he heard it, that the gardener must have seen or heard something.

"Earlier, when Master Dennis and Master Colston were arguing in the room, I overheard a few ......," Barton said.

"Let me guess......" Feng Bujue raised his hands, two fingers each, and made a quotation mark gesture, "You 'coincidentally' pruning the branches and leaves of a tree outside that room, right?" ”

Barton blinked awkwardly, "Ugh...... Yes. ”

"Okay...... Please go ahead, what did they say? Feng Bujue shrugged his shoulders and motioned for the other party to continue.

Barton continued, "I've only heard a few words...... Master Dennis seemed to be trying to persuade the master to remove Mrs. Odetta's name from the will. ”

"The master refuses?" Feng Bujue asked.

Barton nodded, "Yes, and he was furious, and scolded the young master." His expression was gloomy, "At this moment, Master Dennis actually said......"