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Evening, eight o'clock, in the villa's restaurant.

With the exception of the maid Oliver, all the other suspects were seated at either side of a long table. Officer Dempdie stood guard by the door of the cafeteria, his seemingly casual gesture actually keeping a close eye on everyone in the room.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was very oppressive, and there was very little conversation. Everyone sat there, thinking about what was on their minds. Of course, this is normal...... It was under this roof that a brutal murder had just taken place not so long ago. In addition to the strange feeling that Feng Bujue, who can maintain a good mood.

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight, isn't it?" Feng Bujue's figure appeared at the door, attracting everyone's attention. He seemed to be in high spirits, as if he was sending a signal to the crowd that he had found the real culprit.

But...... Because of his previous appearances, the Lovecraft family did not have a very good impression of the great detective. Although the reasoning of this product is clear, conclusive, colorful, and profound...... But in the final analysis, all of his messy slanders have very obvious loopholes, and they are the kind of loopholes that ordinary people can see through at a glance and refute with one sentence.

"It's a pity that there is no mold, otherwise I would have made a furnace of mooncakes as desserts." Feng Bujue said as he walked towards the dining table, and he still had a large paper bag under his arm, which seemed to contain a lot of things.

Aunt Oliver pushed a small cart and followed Jue Ge into the restaurant. The trolley has three floors and is now full of dishes.

"Your kitchen here is really good, Mr. Lovecraft." Feng Bujue sat down directly opposite the host, and put the paper bag in his hand under his chair casually, "I have been to some so-called 'high-end restaurants' in vain, they have a luxurious façade, a luxurious dining environment, luxurious tableware, and luxurious prices. But the kitchen was a mess...... Buzzing, creeping invertebrates of all kinds, and the chefs at the helm are mostly undercover agents sent to humans by those animals, whose only talent is to use their hands to produce disgusting dark substances. ”

"If you want to start the conversation with a compliment...... Colston replied, looking at him coldly. Just say the first sentence, there is no need to take the opportunity to share with us your past unpleasant experiences. ”

As they spoke, Oliver pushed the cart to the table. Since the cutlery had already been set up in advance, she was ready to start serving.

Seeing this, Henderson got up from his chair and walked towards the cart, "I'll help you, Oliver." ”

"No, sit down, Henderson." Jack quickly got up and walked over and pushed the old butler back into his chair. "Let me do it." This second young master is still good to the servants at home, and he is embarrassed to let the old man, who only fainted once in an afternoon, help serve the dishes.

In a short time, a plate of appetizers was already placed in front of everyone.

Feng Bujue obviously didn't plan to be polite to the family, not only did he get up to help, but he also grabbed the half bottle of red wine in the middle of the table and poured himself a glass.

"Hmm...... domarevallon, 1985...... "Feng Bujui only took a sip and picked up the bottle to look at the bottle. "Huh...... Life is full of surprises. "He can be regarded as earning this sip, and in real life, this bottle of red wine may be exchanged for a game pod for him......

"What? Do you know that winery too? "Lady Odetta said, "My lord, too." Every year we place an order there. ”

"Ah...... To know is to know. Feng Bujue shrugged, "It's just ...... My financial situation does not allow me to spend in bulk every year at a well-known winery in the southeast of France...... The only items I can stock up on in bulk are toilet paper and carbonated drinks. ”

"Oliver......" Miss Nancy on the other side of the table suddenly spoke, "Did you make this dish?" She looked at the contents of the plate in front of her. There was a slight puzzle on his face.

"No, today's dishes are all made by this Mr. Feng." Oliver replied, and pushed the cart to get the soup from the kitchen. On weekdays. She, Barton, and Henderson dined separately from the lord and wife. Dr. Powell's home is in the town, and he usually goes back by the evening. Therefore, it is rare for more than 10 people to gather at a table to dine like today.

"Oh?" Nancy turned to Feng Bujue and said, "I really can't see it...... You still have this skill, this charcoal-grilled asparagus with salmon roe is already a professional level, right? I think you're better suited to be a cook than a detective. ”

While others were talking, Feng Bujue was adding red wine to his goblet, it seemed that he was not going to give the bottle in his hand to anyone before he finished drinking, "I can do a lot of work, it's nothing." ”

"Hmph...... If you cook well, you will have to cook until you are old. Jack stuffed a piece of asparagus into his mouth, and judging by his attitude, it was obvious that he was deliberately trying to find fault.

"You've got my boogers in that plate." It only took a second for Feng Bujue to calmly say a very lethal sentence.

Jack's expression changed abruptly, coughing and choking, and he choked half to death.

"Huh...... Just kidding. Feng Bujue said after two seconds, "The plates are randomly placed on the cart, and they are also assigned by yourself, how is this kind of thing possible." ”

"You ......" Jack wanted to curse a little, but this table ...... There are elders, there are ladies. He really didn't have a good seizure, so he could only wipe his mouth with a napkin and swallow the breath in his stomach.

"Look, I'm pretty pretty good at my analytical skills." Feng Bujue smiled.

"Alright, Mr. Feng." Colston said, "Let's stop the gag." He forced his eyes to look at Jue, "You let the police restrict our freedom and claim that you know who the murderer is, but you are slow to say it." He exhaled, "Odetta said you went to the kitchen to help more than an hour ago, I thought you were just asking her and Oliver about it under the pretext of helping, but I didn't expect you to actually go to cook...... What do you want to do? ”

"Huh...... What do you want to do? Feng Bujue picked up the knife and fork and began to destroy the appetizer in front of him, "You are knowingly asking, Mr. Lovecraft." He chewed on the asparagus and slurred, not minding the food in his mouth as he spoke, "Everyone in the room...... Aren't you all looking forward to a mystery show? Ha...... Don't worry, Detective Feng won't let you down, I'll put on a good show now. (To be continued)