When a fragrant white wine-flavored Kelly Fennel stewed lamb's knee was brought to the table, Feng unconsciously leaned over slightly, picked up the paper bag under the chair, and took out a rather large envelope from inside.

"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 blatant theft! He stood up excitedly, pointed at Feng Bujue, and said to Detective Schofield, "Arrest him!" Police officer! ”

"What's going on?" Schofield couldn't figure out what was going on for a moment, because he didn't know what was in his paper bag.

About forty minutes ago, the detective called a former colleague in Guò, who was still working in a police department in a major city, and simply agreed to do Schofield a favor. Twenty minutes later, the detective called again, and the other party had already obtained information about the gardener Barton from the archives, and faxed (after the 80s, with the standardization process and the maturity of technology, fax machines developed and became popular rapidly, and people like Lovecraft naturally had them).

During the time between Feng unconsciously getting the fax and appearing at the door of the restaurant just now, the detective didn't know where he had gone.

"It's a very simple thing." "I just slipped into Mr. Lovecraft's room and stole this will from his safe. ”

"What!" At this moment, the whole table was stunned.

"You...... This ...... "Schofield was overwhelmed.

"And, I've already taken it apart and seen it." Feng Bujue used a relaxed tone to pick up another sentence, "Look, the seal has been torn open." He also showed it in front of everyone, "Don't worry, I think Lord Colston's lawyer." There's also a stack of identical copies. Wills are usually made in duplicate or even in triplicate, even if I burn this one on my hand. ”

If Lord Colston is already a burning fire at this moment, the words, attitudes, and actions of the letter are like firewood, gasoline, and liquefied gas...... If the other party was twenty years younger, I am afraid that he would have jumped on the table and rushed over and kicked him.

"I saw something very interesting...... Feng Bujue put the will on the table, picked up the knife and fork, and then ate mutton.

"Mr. Feng!" Schofield suddenly stood solemnly and pulled a pair of handcuffs from his waist. "You should know that your behavior is ......"

"It's theft." Feng Bujue interrupted, "Of course I know...... Don't worry, detective, since I took things out, it's equivalent to a confession, isn't it? He looked completely indifferent, "Do you think I look like I'm going to run away?" "When I'm done with this murder, it's not too late for you to handcuff me and take me to the town's police station overnight." ”

"Nope! You must arrest him now! Police officer! Why should you listen to a thief? Colston barked like a wall jumper. He got up from his seat on crutches and walked around the long table with all his might, all the way from the top of it.

"Huh...... What do you want? Snatch back the will. By the way, knock me out with a cane? Does that stop me from revealing its contents? Feng Bujue sat down peacefully, with a leisurely expression, as if the old man who was angry and rushed towards him was not a threat at all.

Schofield stopped him and said to Colston, who was approaching, "Sir." Please don't be impulsive, violence can't be ......"

"Sit down for me!" Suddenly, Feng Bujue burst into a loud voice. This moment. His tone and demeanor changed instantly.

He took out a pistol from the paper bag in his hand with lightning speed, and raised it to aim, his movements were so skillful and swift that it was hard to believe that he was a good citizen......

The muzzle of Jue's gun was not pointed at Colston, but at another person, a man who quietly got up and tried to approach him from the side—Barton.

"I know you're pretty good." At this moment, Feng Bujue's expression was resolute and cold, and he looked directly at the target, "But my marksmanship is okay." ”

Barton's face changed, and the cowardly, kind, fussy gardener disappeared in a matter of seconds. In his place, he was a cold, forbearing, and unpredictable man. On his face, the shadow of another person can be seen, and that person is the owner of this villa...... Colston.

"Officer, did you bring a gun?" Feng Bujue stared at Barton intently and asked.

"Mr. Feng...... Before things get out of hand, I advise you to ......" Schofield couldn't finish his words.

Feng Bujue interrupted: "If you don't bring it, just use me." ”

It was only then that Schofield recovered from his initial surprise and figured out the situation. He settled down, quickly stepped forward, and took the gun in Feng Bujue's hand. Then he raised his gun in both hands, aimed it at Patton, and ordered in a loud voice, "Temple, cuff Mr. Patton." ”

"Yes...... Be! Templedie was stunned for a moment, but did so. Although he didn't understand what was going on in front of him, he should be right to follow his commander's orders.

When Barton was handcuffed, Colston collapsed, slumped on the ground, as if he had aged ten years in an instant, and his family was terrified by the look of his lost soul.

Odetta, Jack, and Nancy all ran over and gathered around Colston, trying to help him.

"Now it's time for me to call you John. Barton. Feng Bujue said, "Or ...... John. Lovecraft? ”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the room looked at Barton, including Oliver, who happened to push the cart through the door, and everyone froze......

The changes in just a few minutes, as well as Feng Bujue's words at this moment, seem to have revealed a qiē.

"When did you start doubting me?" Barton said in a deep voice.

"When......" Feng Bu realized that the situation had been controlled, so he picked up the knife and fork again and put food into his mouth, "On the lawn outside the villa, when you are surveying with the police detectives." ”

"Did I leave any marks outside Dennis's guest room window?" Barton asked.

"No, it has nothing to do with that." Feng Bujue said, "It was only after I saw the tree outside the old house in Colston that I was basically convinced that you were the murderer." ”

"You ......," Barton froze, "huh...... Hehehe...... Hahahaha......" he laughed, and then continued, "I underestimate you so much, can you even find that kind of detail......

"Ah, of course." Feng Bujue replied coldly, "And after I listed you as the key object of suspicion, the flaws and failures in the clumsy performance you did in front of me before were revealed one by one. He shook his head, "Painting snakes and digging your own grave is a perfect way to describe you in this case." (To be continued......)