Thriller Paradise Chapter 23: Bring them all

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

I don’t know if it’s due to politeness or sympathy for a certain detective’s poor performance... Before going out, she turned to detective Scofield and said, "I hope you two will think about it next time. Make an inference." After that, she slammed the door.

"Huh..." Feng Bujue sighed as soon as the door closed, and then said, "Very well, another suspect has been ruled out."

"Uh...I don't understand a bit, why don't you ask her alibi directly in the normal way?" Scofield asked.

"Don't you think my method works better?" Feng Bujue said, "Using crappy reasoning to spy on the person's reaction may result in unexpected gains. At the same time...it also allows them to relax their vigilance against me."

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

"How is it possible..." Feng Bujue asked, "Can you believe the lines when Officer Megome helped the sleeping Mr. Kogoro round the field... There are so many ways to spy on the suspect's reaction... as long as you have enough skinny Thick, like Guhata (also a fictional detective) has been stuck with suspects, all kinds of annoyances and molesting, the other party will definitely reveal flaws after a long time.

How do I look at my behavior, I’m working hard for the mission, the nightmare difficulty is indeed worthy of the name... The average is less than two thousand five hundred words per chapter, and it has only survived three times so far. Only two chapters...

It’s really bad to go on like this...Although I have basically determined that the murderer is Barton, there are still ten chapters left... It’s too early to expose him.

Fictions are not animations. Use a single-frame stop-motion screen and add bgm, and then find three voice actors over and talk about the script for twenty minutes and you can mix it up.

Fictions have to be figured out word by word, and the author's brain is hot to copy and paste a Great Compassion Mantra or other chaotic entry...

And from a purely reasoning point of view, there are still many doubts in this case...such as Patton's motives for committing the crime and why he arranged the room as a secret room...it is still unknown. These two mysteries may only be solved after the last few chapters, but in the seven or eight chapters before that, as the protagonist, I must enrich the story...

Although I also thought about killing someone myself or something. But the awkward length of Chapter 33, which is neither long nor short, has already missed the best time to start......

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

Think about it carefully, in this kind of strictly restricted nightmare script, I have the ability to kill me in seconds...

Um..."

Brother Jue put a lot of nonsense in his heart, then made up his mind and walked to the door. He opened the door and said to Dempdi who was on standby in the corridor, "Sergeant Dempdi."

"What's your order, sir?" Dempdi replied.

"Please invite the three of Henderson, Powell and Button." Feng Bujue said.

"Are the three together?" Dempdi confirmed.

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

"Okay. Wait a minute." Dempdi adjusted his collar and turned around.

Feng Bujue finished his explanation, stepped back inside the door, and closed the study door again.

"What are you going to do?" Scofield wondered.

"Why? Do you think I will continue to call them in for inquiries one by one?" Feng Bujue asked, but what he thought in his heart was: How could you guess the next development, like "something If the title of "predicate" continues to be used, the author will not be satisfied.

"Um, yeah," the detective replied.

"Haha..." Feng Bujue said, "Don't worry. You can watch it later."

"Uh... to be honest, I'm fine, it's just that Miss Nancy seems to make you a little bit unable to get off the stage." Scofield couldn't help it anymore, he was kind. Want to stop Feng Bujue's self-inflicted reasoning.

"Ha!" Feng Bujue said, "Why won't I get off the stage?" He turned his head and faced Schofield, his expression suddenly changed. Within a second, the previously embarrassing face was shown. "Yes, my tone is trembling, my forehead is sweating, and my pupils are dilated. If you look closely, you will find that my left hand is trembling slightly." He said, again. I returned to normal in an instant. "But that doesn't mean I really feel like I can't come to Taiwan."

Scofield’s mouth twitched: "This..." He didn’t know how to describe his mood at the moment. He suddenly felt that the guy in front of him was probably a professional liar, but in every sense, this guy is Very powerful...

"Usually, I will not make inadvertent physical reactions due to emotional influences, unless...I deliberately pretend to be a certain state." Feng Bujue said, "My demeanor and small movements will be exposed. It is a very advanced game skill to use these to confuse the opponent."

"I won't be fooled anymore... Every time you say various theories in a handsome manner, the next chapter will lose all your morals... If you complain, I will lose." Scofield said in his heart, but On the surface, he was polite and polite, "Original... So that's it..."

"Detectives need not only IQ, but also high requirements for EQ." Feng Bujue began to talk endlessly. "I personally think-the so-called EQ is the combination of predictive ability, intuition and acting skills. It is smooth and decent. People are all familiar with this. They can make you act according to their will, but they feel okay." He paused. "Of the three people coming into the house next, one of them has a very high EQ. Of course Now... his IQ is not low~ IndoMTL.com~ it's just..."

Boom boom boom——

The knock on the door interrupted Feng Bujue, and Dempdi said loudly outside the door, "The three gentlemen are here, Mr. Feng."

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

A few seconds later, the three of them came in.

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

Butler Henderson came in with the help of Button. In fact, he could walk around by himself, but Button still thoughtfully supported the old man who was almost scared of myocardial infarction not long ago.

After Dempdi took the person, according to the old rules, he took the door from the outside.

The three of them didn't say hello after entering the house, and facing their Feng Bujue, they suddenly said: "I'll just tell you..." His eyes swept across the faces of the three of them like a gust of wind. "The murderer is among the three of you." (To be continued.