Thriller Paradise Chapter 30: Arrest

When a fragrant white wine-flavored Kelly fennel stewed lamb's knee was served on the table, Feng Bujue leaned slightly, picked up the paper bag under the chair, and took out a very large one from the inside. envelope. M.

"You should know this envelope, right? Mr. Lovecraft?" Feng Bujue said to Colston.

The latter hesitated for two seconds, then was shocked. In an instant, his expression changed from shock to anger, "You...you thief! You are a blatant theft!" He stood up excitedly, pointed at Feng Bujue with his finger, and turned to detective Scofield. , "Arrest him! Police officer!"

"What's going on?" Scofield couldn't figure out the situation for a while, because he didn't know what was in Brother Jue's paper bag.

About forty minutes ago, the detective contacted a colleague in the past by phone, who is still working in a police station in a big city, and he simply agreed to do Schofield's favor. Twenty minutes later, the detective called again. The other party had obtained the relevant information of the gardener Button from the archives and faxed it (after the 1980s, with the standardization process and the maturity of technology, the fax developed and popularized rapidly, Love People like Kraft naturally come over.

From the time Feng Bujue received the fax to the time he appeared at the entrance of the restaurant, the detective didn't know where he went.

"This is a very simple matter." Feng Bujue said, "I just sneaked into Mr. Lovecraft's room and stole this will from his safe."

"What!" At this time, the whole table was shocked.

"You...this..." Scofield was at a loss.

"Also, I've taken it apart and read it." Feng Bujue said in a relaxed tone, "Look, the seal has been torn." He also showed it in front of everyone, "Don't Worry, I think Mr. Colston’s lawyer has a stack of identical copies. Wills are usually made in duplicate, or even triplicate, even if I burn this in my hand. "

If Mr. Kolston is already a fire burning at this moment, the unconscious language, attitude, and behavior are like firewood, gasoline, liquefied petroleum gas... If the opponent is twenty years younger, this I was afraid that I would have jumped on the table long ago and ran over to kick him.

"I saw something very interesting..." Feng Bujue put his will on the table casually, picked up a knife and fork, and then ate the lamb.

"Mr. Feng!" Scofield stood there suddenly, and took out a pair of handcuffs from his waist, "You should know your behavior..."

"It's theft." Feng Bujue interrupted, "Of course I know... Don't worry, detective, since I took the things out, it's a confession, isn't it?" It doesn’t matter what I look like, "Do you think I’m going to run away?" He said as he ate, "When I get this murder done, you will handcuff me and send me to the police station in the town overnight. Go, it's not too late."

"No! Arrest him now! Police officer! Why are you listening to a thief?" The Corston dog jumped hurriedly over the wall, leaning on crutches, trying his best to get around the long table and walk all the way from the top of the table.

"Hehe...what do you want to do? Take back the will and knock me out with a cane by the way, so that I can not reveal its content?" Feng Bujue sat peacefully, with a leisurely expression, as if he was rushing towards himself with an angry crown. The old man who came here was not at all threatening.

Schofield stopped and said to Colston who was approaching: "Sir, please don't be impulsive, violence can't..."

"Sit down for me!" Suddenly, Feng Bujue yelled. At this moment, his tone and expression changed instantly.

He took out a pistol from the paper bag at hand like lightning, and took aim with the gun. His skillful movements and fast speed made it hard to believe that he was a good citizen...

Brother Jue’s muzzle did not point at Colston, but at another person, a person who quietly got up and tried to approach from the side—Barton.

"I know your skill is good." At this moment, Feng Bujue looked resolute and cold. He looked straight at the target, "But my marksmanship is fine."

The expression on Patton's face changed several times, and the cowardly, kind, and fuss gardener disappeared in just a few seconds. Instead, he was a cold, tolerant, and unpredictable man. On his face, you can also see the shadow of another person, that person is the owner of this villa...Kolston.

"Police officer, did you bring a gun?" Feng Bujue asked, staring at Button intently.

"Mr. Feng...Before things get out of hand, I advise you..." Scofield couldn't finish.

Feng Bujue interrupted: "If you didn't bring it, just use my one."

At this time, Scofield was relieved from the initial surprise and figured out the situation. He calmed down, stepped forward quickly, and took the gun in Feng Bujue's hand. Then he raised his gun with both hands, aimed at Patton, and ordered loudly, "Dempdi, handcuff Mr. Patton."

"Yes...Yes!" Dempdi was taken aback for a moment, but did so. Although he didn't understand what was going on, he should be right to obey the commander's orders.

When Button was handcuffed, Colston collapsed. He sat slumped on the ground. He seemed to be ten years old in an instant, and his desperate eyes frightened all his family members.

Audita, Jack, and Nancy all ran over and gathered around his father, trying to help him.

"At this point, I should call you John Button." Feng Bujue said, "Or...John Lovecraft?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the room looked towards Patton, including Oliver who happened to be pushing the cart into the door, everyone froze...

These changes in just a few minutes, and Feng Bujue's words at this moment, seem to have revealed everything.

"When did you start to doubt me?" Button said in a deep voice~IndoMTL.com~When..."Feng Bujue saw that the situation was under control, so he picked up the knife and fork again and sent it to his mouth. Pick up food, "On the lawn outside the villa, when you are surveying with the detective. "

"Did I leave any traces outside the window of Dennis' guest room?" Barton asked.

"No, it has nothing to do with that." Feng Bujue said, "I was basically convinced that you are the murderer after seeing the tree outside Master Corston's house."

"You..." Button was stunned, "He...hehehe...hahahaha..." He laughed, and then continued, "I underestimate you, you can even the details Did you find..."

"Ah, of course." Feng Bujue replied coldly, "And when I listed you as a key suspect, the clumsy performance you performed before me, the flaws and flaws, They are also revealed one by one." He shook his head, "Adding more to the work, digging your own grave, it is more appropriate to describe you in this case." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come ( This site) Subscription, rewards, and your support are my greatest motivation.)