Thriller Paradise Chapter 19: Jack’s Predicate (Part 1)

After sending Corston away, Feng Bujue in the room sat back on the seat behind the desk, lost in thought. M.

Schofield didn't bother him, and the detective man himself was thinking about the information he had received before.

"At this moment, I really admire Nilo Woolf (_olfe, a well-known detective written by Reiters Stout, an obese, unwilling to go out, love to grow orchids and pay high fees Professional consulting detective) such a guy." After a while, Feng Bujue said.

"Um...I think you can also become an excellent'easy chair detective' if you want." Scofield said.

"Of course I can." Feng Bujue had a narcissistic nature, and said without humility, "When I say'envy', I don't mean to envy the talent of this character, I just envy him not to participate in this cumbersome Intelligence gathering work."

Schofield shrugged and said: "This is no way. Although there are only nine suspects in this case, the information Mark asked during regular interviews... is not enough to pinpoint the murderer."

"At present, there are basically three things that can be ruled out...the master Kolston Lovecraft, the butler Henderson, and the maid Oliver." Feng Bujue muttered, "None of them committed crimes. The ability of a man, the courage to commit no crimes, and the problem of body shape..."

"Body size?" Scofield asked.

"You have also noticed..." Feng Bujue said, "That Oliver is only about 1.6 meters tall, and he weighs less than Dennis. His body with a big waist, even if he can barely follow When the window is turned out, it is impossible to cling to the window to complete the layout of the secret room."

"Ah...Uh...Yes." Scofield obviously just understood, he thought for a few seconds, and then said: "But...why didn't you rule out the gardener's suspicion? Carol When Mrs. found the body, the Mr. Patton was talking to you in your room, wasn’t he?"

"So what?" Feng Bujue faintly replied, "Maybe he just finished the crime before he came to my room? In my opinion, no one in this villa has a valid alibi. "He added, "Neither do I, including myself. So... Mr. Detective, you have to be careful. Although the chances are small, you cannot completely rule out the possibility of me committing the crime."

"How is this possible..." Scofield smiled, "You have no motive at all. Besides, Mr. Dennis helped you?"

"Maybe I am frantic?" Feng Bujue asked solemnly, "Don't you think I am?"

While Schofield hesitated, if he wanted to say what he was saying in his heart, "it is a bit like", the knock on the door rang again.

Dempdi said outside the door: "Sir, Mr. Jack Lovecraft is here."

Scofield quickly continued, "Okay, please come in."

Jack pushed the door and walked in, striding to the middle of the room. When Dempdi behind him closed the door, he turned his head and glanced, then looked at Feng Bujue and Sco with an expression of disapproval. Field said, "What's this? Is it interrogation?"

"No, I just have some questions, I want to ask you." Feng Bujue replied with a smile.

"Ha!" Jack smiled, sat down on the chair with a big stab, and raised Erlang's legs. "The famous detective, want to ask me for advice?"

"You didn't seem to hear my name before the police came, did you?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Yes, I don't read newspapers very much." Jack said, "Even if I read, I don't pay much attention to reports on criminal investigations."

"Um...I guess you mainly watch the entertainment version." Feng Bujue said this was an offense.

"Yes~ I used to be the lead singer of a rock band." Jack stared at the pamphlet in Feng Bujue's hand, and replied with a long tone, "I have already told the other police officer, why? Is this also illegal?"

"Of course it's not against the law." Feng Bujue said, "But if...you, an overwhelming lead singer, killed your own brother..."

"Hey! Hey! What are you talking about!" Jack cried.

"What's the matter?" Feng Bujue's undying virtue came again. "Are you dissatisfied with the word'excessive', or do you have an opinion on the accusation of murder? Or both?"

"Do you have any evidence for this?" Jack replied, "If there is no evidence, it is slander!"

"Evidence..." Feng Bujue sneered, "Hehe...'You should be thankful, I don't have a gun like that.'" He repeated verbatim, "This sentence... is the case. Before you post, let’s say your last words to Dennis. Many people have heard it, including me."

"So what?" Jack asked back, "Everyone can hear it, it's just a joke."

"If a person is not dead, that would be a joke." Feng Bujue put his right hand on the desk, his four fingers tapping the table rhythmically like waves, "But now that the person is dead, the situation is not so good. It's the same... Combined with the situation at the time, can I understand your meaning as-"If I had a gun like that, I would not hit the ceiling.""

"All nonsense! It's all nonsense!" Jack jumped up from his chair. "What a detective are you!" He turned his head and looked at Schofield. "Sergeant! Are you watching him betray a good person like this?" "

"I also think...you have the greatest suspicion." Scofield put on the air of his inspector and glared at him with a solemn expression. "Of all the suspects, you are the only one in physicality. Comparing with the dead, psychologically speaking, strong people have the courage to start, don’t they?"

"You..." Jack was speechless for a while~IndoMTL.com~Since you mentioned a rock band..." Feng Bujue immediately continued, "Then I think you are familiar with things like strings... …" He paused and said, "It just so happens that... the murder weapon is a similar thing. "

"You know...If the police were not there, I would have come and beat you." Jack squeezed out a very uncomfortable tone.

"Hmph... I advise you not to be impulsive." Feng Bujue raised his eyebrows and replied in a grunt, "My sharp legs can't be blocked by a small desk."

"Gentlemen... let us return to constructive discussions." Scofield had to persuade him from the side, because the words and actions of these two people in front of them already had a vicious atmosphere of street gangsters. ...

"Huh..." Jack snorted coldly, sat down again, and said to Feng Bujue: "Then you say, why should I kill my brother? Is it because of the quarrel today? I don't know until now. Why are he and Dad arguing, why am I going to kill?" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe (this site), rewards, and your support is my biggest motivation. .)