Thriller Paradise Chapter 25: A windfall

"By the way, there should be a servant in this house?" Feng Bujue was attentively dripping oil into a bowl of sauce as he spoke. m. Although his hands are busy cooking, but his mind is completely non-stop, it is not a burden for Jue brother to focus on two tasks at all, on the contrary... it is a kind of release.

Before he speculated that the Lovecraft family is not only Oliver, the maid, after all, there are so many rooms up and down the villa, as well as corridors, halls, stairs, etc... even if it's just a superficial cleaning job. , A person has to work for a long time. What's more, there are chores such as cooking and washing. Even if you count the things that Henderson and Button can help, the manpower is not enough.

"Yes, there is also a maid, Mrs. Martha, who returned to her hometown for Thanksgiving this year and will be back after the festival." Mrs. Odetta replied.

"So even you have to come to the kitchen to help, right?" Feng Bujue smiled.

Odetta naturally heard the overtones of his words, and she replied in a bit embarrassed manner: "Sorry... I am indeed... not very good at these."

Feng Bujue only watched for a minute, and knew that the lady's cooking skills could only be used to beat her, presumably she would rarely go to the kitchen to do things on weekdays.

"No, no...you did a good job, I think Ms. Oliver is grateful for you to be here." Feng Bujue said.

"Isn't it, Mr. Feng, Madam has really helped me a lot these days." Oliver also continued, "The two former ladies didn't even bother to pour a glass of water by themselves..."

"Oliver!" Odetta interrupted the big horn, winked at him, and shook his head slightly. Obviously, she didn't want Oliver to continue talking. Presumably, the maid complained about the first two wives of the master, and often complained, and these contents are not suitable for an outsider to hear.

Oliver is also very witty. Seeing his wife speaking, she hurriedly closed her voice and immersed herself in life.

"Huh..." Feng Bujue sneered, raised the bowl in front of him, and said, "Look, carefully drop the oil in like this, and then stretch and stir like a string to avoid the separation of oil and water. ." He put the bowl aside, "Pour the prepared sauce on the oysters in a while, and the roasted oysters with spinach and cheese made by the next person will be finished."

"You can always surprise people, Mr. Feng." Odetta was also grateful that he did not continue to ask, and complimented him with a donkey, "Who would have thought that a detective would have such a skill in cooking? What?"

"Hehe...this dish is only of medium difficulty." Brother Jue replied triumphantly, "I'm also going to make two chicken liver mousse and Sichuan hot Japanese filet steak." He replied triumphantly. Pointing to a pile of vegetables in the corner, "Pick a few old potatoes out, and use the second deep-fry method to make mme_uffle with a unique taste. The French stuff is still quite good..."

"Oh! I said, Mr. Detective, how many dishes are you going to cook? And I have never heard of the many dishes you cook." Oliver said beside him.

"Don't worry...I can do this by myself." Feng Bujue's expression is indeed very relaxed and casual, but his movements can be called fast, accurate, and ruthless. Both, at least twice as fast as the action in the cooking show on TV...

At this time, Jue's idea is actually not complicated. He came to the kitchen for two main purposes. First, he wanted to use the time before dinner to question the last two suspects; second, he just wanted to have a good meal...

In this script, the player needs to consume food and water. Since the same is to be eaten, why not eat better...

The thriller paradise game is very good at simulating the taste of food. Players who have bought food items in the mall know that from potato chips to steak, from candy to lobster, the game can fully simulate the most Really delicious.

Now, you can use the resources in the script to enjoy the expensive meals in real life for free, and you can also show off your cooking skills. Feng Bujue would not want to miss such good things.

"Yes, madam, there is a question. I think Officer Mark has not asked you..." Feng Bujue asked without warning, "Do you think... in this case? , Who is most suspected?"

Audita's hand trembled slightly, and she stared at Feng Bujue with wide-open eyes. The anxiety that had been suppressed in her eyes was instantly revealed with a look of surprise.

Oliver looked over here too, showing a worried expression.

After an awkward silence, Mrs. Odetta seemed to have made up her mind, and her expression became firm: "It's me."

Feng Bujue was still busy with the work he was doing, and answered calmly: "The reason?"

"Because... I have never had a good relationship with Dennis." What Odetta said coincided with what Barton told Jue before, "I married Lovecraft seven years ago. When I was home, Dennis opposed fiercely. Although I tried to ease the relationship with him later, his attitude towards me was always indifferent. You saw it in the hall today..."

"What I want to hear is..." Feng Bujue interrupted, "...what I didn't see."

Audita's heart jumped, and then, she seemed to understand something, and sighed: "Oh, it seems that I can't hide anything from you..."

Feng Bujue was saying in his heart: I'm just bluffing...You really have something to do!

Odetta continued: "Well...I...before the body was found~IndoMTL.com~I went to Dennis." Before the other party answered the call, she said immediately, "But I swear I didn’t kill Dennis! I didn’t even enter that room at all!"

"Well, I believe you." Feng Bujue held up a large handful of washed vegetables, spread it in front of him, cut them at high speed, and said while cutting, "In my opinion...this is how things are... …

This afternoon, your husband and Dennis had an argument for some reason, and they shot. As the hostess of this house, you will worry about this, it is natural.

At the time, you must be speculating that the reason for the two quarrels was because of you. So... after a while, you went to Dennis's guest room and wanted to talk to him. "His words are as rhythmic as the sound of a knife cutting on a cutting board, and his speech is extremely fast.

"As a result, you knocked on the door for a long time and no one responded in the room, so you left. Unexpectedly, soon... Dennis was found dead in the room.

Because Dennis has always been violent with you, and you have been to the door of this room at the time of the crime, your suspicion is undoubtedly huge. You were afraid of being implicated, so you kept it aside for the time being. "(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe (this site), rewards, and your support is my biggest motivation.)