Thriller Paradise Chapter 26: Gray area

"Difficult... Did you see me nearby? Mr. Feng. M." Odetta said in surprise. Her reaction showed that the speculation made by Jue Ge was completely consistent with the actual situation.

"Well...just reasoned according to common sense." Feng Bujue replied, but he was spitting in his heart: "Are there any mistakes...the previous nonsense reasoning, there are a lot of brain supplements." You’re right. It’s a little more serious right now, and there is no deviation at all...There are eight chapters to follow. What kind of trouble is this case?"

Madam, you are too honest, too! Isn't it possible that you have such a look and temperament to be a bit of a city? Now that you say this, doesn't the reason for the murderer's arrangement of the secret room mean it is exposed! Next, as long as Barton’s motives are revealed, the case will be closed...

Barton, you are really not good at it. Who else can you fool besides Schofield? In other words, even if Schofield handles this case independently, he can solve the case in the end, right? After all, what is the meaning of my identity as a "famous detective"... This case can be won by a general detective or a policeman.

Is it really okay to go on like this...Because of the excessive space, the frenzied author has begun to describe me all kinds of curiously... This guy has since made up reading addiction and reasoning addiction before more than one million words. After the setting of not being fearful, I turned my attention to the plot, and from time to time I went out to draw materials to delay the writing progress. Now I suddenly added the inexplicable attributes of "weaving incompetence" and "Zhong Er cuisine", and I just added a thousand or hundreds of words. Although it seems to enrich the character, the uncle always feels like himself. The style and lower limit were lowered by him......"

Obviously, Feng Bujue didn't know that Wang, the protagonist who complained to me in the official chapter, was still a virgin at this time. Therefore, he slandered me in his head without shame, please don't care.

Get back to business.

At this moment, the door of the kitchen was pushed open from the outside. Detective Schofield came in and saw Brother Jue and said, "Oh, Mr. Feng, you are really here." He paused. , "Wow, are you in charge?"

"Yes." Feng Bujue turned around and said back, "What's the matter? Have you never been in the kitchen to cook before?"

"Uh...hehe..." Scofield smiled, "My wife is very good at cooking and hardly lets me enter the kitchen."

"Oh..." Feng Bujue took a perfunctory sentence, muttering in his heart: "Hey... I just asked casually, you can just answer'no' directly, just show the owe What does a happy smile mean... I also said some extra words...

With my uncle’s reasoning ability, as soon as I saw your potbellied body shape and the ring on the ring finger of your left hand, I have already inferred that your wife’s cooking skills are good...At this moment, your reaction is obviously awaiting mockery. Ah...

Sure enough, it was because I was too cheap to cause dissatisfaction with this guy...

Look at what I’m upset about, isn’t it good to say it directly...‘Please take my righteous fist! Mr. Feng! It’s not that difficult to say such words. "

"Ah, yes, I'm here to tell you that Mrs. Carol, Master Colston, Henderson Butler, Doctor Powell, Mr. Button, Miss Nancy and Jack have all concentrated in the restaurant Scofield replied, "Also, if you think it’s okay, I want Carl and Mark to transport the corpse of the deceased back to town first, you know... Although it’s late autumn, the corpse is also packed in In the body bag, but after a long time, the smell..."

"Oh...you are really loyal. It was a total of over 20 words to report the names of the seven people one by one, and immediately followed by an irrelevant topic to cover up... "Feng Bujue praised in his heart.

"Well, just do what you want." Brother Jue was still calm on the surface, "Oh, by the way, there is no need for people to watch the crime scene anymore. Anyway, there is no need for further investigation. That's it."

"Understood." Scofield responded and prepared to leave.

At this moment, Feng Bujue seemed to suddenly remembered something, and turned to stop the other party: "Detective!"

"What?" Scofield stopped quickly.

"Have you said... you used to be a detective in a big city for many years?" Feng Bujue asked.

Scofield's eyes changed slightly: "Yeah, what's the matter?"

"So, in the police stations of big cities, do you have any... more reliable friends." Feng Bujue used a rather vague statement.

Schofield understands as soon as he hears it. What Brother Jue really means is: "Since you have been in the city for a long time, how many contacts will you have?"

"Heh... there are indeed a few old friends who have good friendships." Scofield put on another look, which was the look he had when he first came to this villa, confident, courageous, and hard-line.

"Leave a company." Feng Bujue said to the two ladies next to him. At the same time, he picked up a rag and walked towards the kitchen door while wiping his hands.

When he walked to Schofield's side, Brother Jiu hooked the other's shoulder with one hand, pushed the door with the other, and led him out.

"I knew... Detective, you are not a general." Feng Bujue smiled.

"Thanks..." Scofield's pride was all written on his face. This is a compliment from a famous detective. For a police detective, this momentary sense of superiority is hard to control. To compare it, this is like Tony Leung walking to an extra actor and saying "Your play is really good."

"I'll just say it straight, detective~IndoMTL.com~I already know who the murderer is." Feng Bujue lowered his voice and looked around in the hallway outside the kitchen. After making sure there was no one. He whispered, "But there is still a lack of information, and the case cannot be finalized. So...we have to find out his motives before the whole case can be revealed."

"You mean..." Scofield asked.

"I want you to make a call and contact your friends in the police station in the city to see who can help you check the murderer's past files." Feng Bujue said.

"But this... doesn't seem to be a formality..." Scofield said.

Feng Bujue smiled: "That's why I need friends."

Schofield hesitated for a few seconds and then smiled: "A famous detective is a famous detective... It seems that you also know the gray area in the police circle very well."

"It's easy to say..." Feng Bujue said, "I know the usual tricks, such as confiscating some drugs from street gangsters, and taking them to the house of some scum who has insufficient evidence to sue, and walks behind the heater. Sprinkle and the like...I also understand." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe (this site), rewards, and your support is my biggest motivation.)