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In the silence, Miss Nancy cast a disdainful look at Brother Jue, and then got up on her own, ready to leave.

I don't know if it was out of politeness, or out of sympathy for a certain detective's bad expression...... Before she went out, she turned to Detective Schofield on the side and said, "I hope you two will think clearly next time before making inferences." With that, she slammed the door shut.

......As soon as the door closed, Feng Bujue took a long breath and continued, "Very good, another suspect has been ruled out." ”

"Uh...... I don't understand why you don't ask her alibi in the normal way. Schofield asked.

"Don't you think my way works better?" Feng Bujue said, "Using lame reasoning to probe the reaction of the person concerned is likely to have unexpected gains." Meantime...... It also makes them let their guard down against me. ”

"Yes...... Is that so......" Schofield took out the handkerchief he had brought with him and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"How is that possible...... Feng Bujue said to himself, "Can you believe the lines of Officer Twilight when he helped the sleeping Mr. Kogoro in the round...... There are many ways to spy on the suspect's reaction...... As long as the skin is thick enough, like Furuhata (also a fictional detective), he has been sticking to the object of suspicion, all kinds of annoyances and flirting, and the other party will definitely show flaws after a long time.

No matter how you look at my behavior, I'm working hard for the task, and the nightmare difficulty is really worthy of the name...... With an average of less than 2,500 words per chapter, it has only lasted two-thirds of the chapters so far......

It's really not good to go on like this...... Although I am almost certain that the murderer is Patton, there are still ten chapters left...... It's too early to debunk him.

Fiction is not an animation.,Use a single frame stop frame and BGM.,And then find three voice actors to come over and take the script and talk about it for twenty minutes to spit it out and get over it.。

The novel has to be thought out word by word, and the author's brain is hot to copy and paste a great compassion mantra or something......

And from a purely reasoning point of view, there are still many doubts in this case...... For example, Barton's motive for committing the crime and why he made the room a secret room...... It is still unknown. I'm afraid these two mysteries will be solved in the last few chapters, and in the seven or eight chapters before that, I, as the protagonist, must flesh out the story......

Although I also thought about killing someone or something myself, the embarrassing length of chapter 33 made me miss the best time to start......

Why don't I just pick up the ashtray on the table and knock Schofield to death......

But if you think about it, in this kind of strictly restricted nightmare script, NPCs have the ability to kill me in seconds......

Hmmm......"

Brother Jue discharged a lot of nonsense in his heart, and then made up his mind and walked to the door. He opened the door and said to Dempdie, who was standing in the hallway, "Officer Dempdie." ”

"What do you command, sir?" Templedie replied.

"Please bring Henderson, Powell and Barton." Feng Bujue said.

"Three people together?" Templedie confirmed.

"Yes, bring them all." Feng nodded unconsciously.

"Okay, wait a minute." Templedie straightened his collar and turned to go.

After Feng Bujui finished explaining, he stepped back into the door and closed the door of the study again.

"What are you going to do here?" Schofield wondered.

"What? Do you think I'll continue to call them in one by one for questioning? Feng Bujue asked, but what he thought in his heart was: How can you guess the next development, if the title like "so-and-so's words" continues to be used, the author will not be satisfied.

"yes, yes." The detective replied.

"Hehe......" Feng Bujue said, "Don't worry, you can just watch it for a while." ”

"Uh...... To be honest, I don't have much, it's just that Miss Nancy seems to have made you a little bit off the stage. Schofield couldn't help it, he was still kind, and wanted to stop Feng Bujue's self-inflicted reasoning.

"Hah!" Feng Bujue said, "How can I not get off the stage?" He turned his head to face Schofield, and his expression suddenly changed, and in a second he put on the same embarrassed face as before, "That's right, my voice is shaking, my forehead is sweating, my pupils are dilated, and if you look closely, you will see that my left hand is trembling slightly." As he spoke, he instantly returned to normal, "But that doesn't mean I really can't get off the stage." ”

The corners of Schofield's mouth twitched: "This ......" He didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment, he suddenly felt that the thing in front of him was probably a professional liar, but in every sense, this guy was very powerful......

"Generally speaking, I don't react inadvertently to emotions unless I ...... I'm deliberately trying to pretend to be in a certain state. Feng Bujue said, "Demeanor and small movements will expose people's weaknesses." And on the other hand, using these to confuse the opponent is a fairly advanced game skill. ”

"I'm not going to be fooled anymore...... Every time you say a theory in a cool way, the next chapter will be lost...... If I complain, I'll lose. Schofield said to himself, but he was still polite on the surface, "Original...... I see......"

"Not only do detectives need intelligence, but they also need a high level of emotional intelligence." Feng Bujue began to gush again, "I personally think that the so-called emotional intelligence is a combination of speculative ability, intuition and acting skills. People who are sleek and decent are all well versed in this. They can make you do what they want and yet feel comfortable. He paused, "Of the next three people to enter the room, one of them has a high emotional intelligence, of course...... His IQ is not low, but ......"

Knock Knock Knock –

A knock on the door interrupted Feng Bujue's words, and Templedie said loudly outside the door, "Those three gentlemen have already arrived, Mr. Feng." ”

"Please come in." Feng Bujue turned around and sat on the desk, facing the direction of the door, looking eager to try.

Seconds later, the trio entered.

The first to enter was Dr. Powell, a tall, thin man in his fifties, wearing glasses, a white shirt and a black suit vest.

Henderson's butler came in with Patton's support, in fact, he could walk around on his own, but Barton was still very thoughtful to help the old man who was almost frightened to the point of myocardial infarction not long ago.

After Templedie brought the people in, he closed the door from the outside, according to the old rules.

After the three of them entered the house, they didn't say hello, but Feng Bujue, who was facing them, suddenly spoke: "I'll just say it......" His eyes swept over the faces of the three of them like a wind, "The murderer is between the three of you." (To be continued)