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"Wait." Suddenly, Jack spoke, "I've heard enough of your unreliable reasoning. He looked at Feng Bujue and said, "All the people here have basically been said to be murderers, right?" He raised his arm and pointed, "Before you falsely accuse the next innocent person, I would like to ask you to explain how your own suspicions can be washed away." How do we know...... Are you blaming others in the name of helping the police solve the case under the banner of a detective? ”

"Hmph...... Good question. Feng Bujue replied with such a sentence, and then laughed without saying a word, leaving Jack aside.

After a short silence, Brother Jue turned around and said to the two police officers, "Detective Schofield, Officer Templedie, you also sit down and eat, look, I have prepared your portion, isn't this already on the table?" ”

"Uh...... It's ......" Schofield and Templedie looked at each other.

The two were indeed hungry, and there were still several empty seats at the long table, and after hesitating for a few seconds, they were unceremoniously seated.

"Hey! Don't get off the hook! You answered my question! Jack added.

"Not bad." Colston continued, "I want to ask you, what the hell are you coming from?" And how can you prove that you are not a murderer? In the study before, you spoke badly to each other and avoided my question, but now in front of everyone, can you please explain it clearly? ”

Just as the atmosphere was tense, Aunt Oliver returned from the kitchen, this time with soup.

At this juncture, no one got up to help anymore, and every pair of eyes at the table looked at Feng Buake, wanting to hear his response.

Brother Jue took the soup bowl handed by Oliver, and said comfortably, "It seems...... You still don't understand the meaning of my inquiries. It's okay, I'll just do it again. ”

Then he begins a shocking narrative: "I think...... Kill Dennis. Lovecraft's murderer. It's me--I don't know it! He said this line in the same tone as when he addressed someone before......

"Hey...... Is he fine-minded...... Why didn't I wonder at all......" Officer Schofield read to himself.

The other people at the table basically had the same idea as him, even Aunt Oliver, who was serving soup, stopped her movements and looked at Brother Jue with a neurotic look.

"Lady Oliver, the soup doesn't taste good when it's cold." Feng Bujue turned his head and said, "Don't care what I say, you can continue to serve the food." ”

"Uh...... Good...... Good. Oliver replied in a sneer.

"Motive for killing......" Feng Bujue gently stirred the soup in front of him, and continued what he had just said. Maybe it's someone else......" he savored the Marseille fish soup in his bowl, "Hmm...... The taste of the Mediterranean jumps on the tip of his tongue, oh, whirring ......" he blew off a little heat and drank several more spoonfuls in a row.

"Sealed ...... Mr. Feng ...... "Schofield can't turn a deaf ear to these words," "You're kidding, aren't you?" ”

"Interesting, isn't it?" Feng Bujue smiled, "If a person uses an unusually calm tone to say something that is extremely unfavorable to himself, others will fall into incomprehension. He paused, "Detective." You already know who the murderer is, don't you? Please don't let my few words make you doubt the conclusions that have already been made. ”

"Uh...... All right. Schofield replied, wiping his sweat with a napkin. Heart: Indeed...... When Mr. Feng is talking nonsense, he always looks like he is nothing, and he can't judge his reality from his expression and tone, and the detective is amazing. True and false, unfathomable......

"Where did I go...... Oh yes, motivation. Feng Bujue continued, "There is one thing. It can't be denied in any way, that is, my life with Dennis, before today, there was no intersection. This point, even if it is repeatedly verified, the result will not change.

So...... In my case, there are several motives that can be established for killing. First, Dennis and I were at enmity at first sight, and I didn't like him for any reason. He kindly offered me a ride, but I secretly wanted to kill him and kill him as soon as possible. He took a few more bites of the soup and added, "Second, I'm a perverted murderer myself, and there is basically no reason to kill people, out of interest and pleasure, or just as an after-dinner activity or something. He raised his eyes and glanced around the crowd, pleased with their expressions, "It seems that the first two are not convincing, but the third one seems to be more likely." ”

Feng Bujue leaned back in the chair and spread his hands, "Perhaps, I'm a professional killer." He gestured to the dish on the table with the spoon in his hand, "As you can see, I'm a versatile person. Compared to chefs, the professional correlation between a killer and a detective is ...... Looks like something stronger, doesn't it? He smiled, "As long as the physical condition allows, a good detective can most likely become an excellent criminal." While I myself prefer a position like a crime consultant, a professional killer ...... Why not? ”

"yes, that's pretty cool." Miss Nancy answered this sentence coldly, it was obvious that she had understood what Feng Bujue was doing, so she ...... It's going to be, let's talk about it together.

"Heh......" Feng Bujue smiled at her, and continued, "So, I, a professional killer, took action." I found out Dennis's whereabouts beforehand, and ambushed him in the mountains, in his path.

What do you think of the plan to put a barrier in the middle of the road and rush out and shoot him while he stops? No! I wouldn't do that, so I decided to disguise myself as a car accident victim and get closer.

And then you say what should I do? Put on a fake beard or something, disguise yourself, hide a gun in your pocket, and shoot him on the road when he gets out of the car and talks to me? Then I'm too inferior, and it's an insult to the name of my profession.

I had to follow him to this villa...... Let as many people as possible see my face, remember my name, and then look for an opportunity to ...... him when it will come."

"Enough!" Colston interrupted, "Your point is clear, you don't need to go on. ”

"You're the one who interrupts, and you're the one who can't listen." Feng glanced at Jack maliciously, "I might have been able to finish the raspberry vinaigrette sesame leaf salad and pan-fried bacon tender chicken roll lined with fig puree, but now...... Scold...... I guess I can't finish talking about dessert when it comes to dessert. ”

On the surface, Brother Jue was very arrogant and-for-tat with the father and son, but in fact, he was very grateful to these two in his heart.

"Sure enough...... You can't do it without a few enemies...... Thanks for helping me hold up another chapter. He said to himself. (To be continued)