Thriller Paradise Chapter 20: Jack’s Predicate (Part 2)

"Is the motive...huh..." Feng Bujue's nonsense began. "It can be seen that... your brothers don't have a good relationship. It shouldn't be too much to say that it is'indifferent'?" He shrugged Shrugged, "Let my brother have a stable personality and a successful career. m. And you are more than 30 years old, basically nothing is achieved, and there is no fixed source of income."

Jue Ge’s ability to replenish his brain is truly unique. He went on to say: "Character determines fate, Jack. I have seen a lot of young people like you. They say'chasing dreams', but in fact they just use'dreams.' 'This word is used as an excuse for indulgence, a way to deceive yourself and others." He picked up the pamphlet in his hand and read through it, "When you were nineteen years old, you dropped out of college and joined a college student in spite of the opposition of your family. The third-rate...I'm sorry...It's a low-profile rock band as the lead singer. In the next five or six years, you and your band will travel and perform. In most cases, you will not earn any income. The response was mixed, so basically...you guys are using family money to pay for your so-called "dream"."

"Huh... what do you know? How can people like you understand the meaning of the music we make? You are also a petty citizen brainwashed by warmongers, religiousists, and bureaucrats." Jack dismissed. "By the way, you are obviously younger than me! Why do you use a high-pitched tone..."

"You are like a cockroach." Feng Bujue interrupted him and said in a cold tone, "A half-hearted hippie, a pioneer of non-mainstream culture. I know people like you well...selfish , Ego, greed for pleasure, lazy to eat. You resist the values ​​instilled in you by the previous generation, do you really have your own views; you hate the greed of the plutocracy, lament the narrowness of traditional morality, and oppose the inhumanity of war. So you just Using rock music to express your dissatisfaction and show your cynicism. You chanted "love and peace" and thought you were "innocent, excited, and great", but the world cannot be changed by these.

In the end, when all this passes, one day your parents will get old. Because you used all kinds of high-sounding reasons to shirk your social responsibilities as an adult, your youth was finally wasted in a meaningless escape. When you look back, there is a stupid young man standing behind you, with an embarrassing haircut, smoking horns, and shouting empty slogans.

Your idealistic set of things sounds very good, but you don't have the ability to realize it. Thinking is thinking, and thinking is not wrong, just like Marxism. Can you say that it is wrong? But a group of people who are divorced from reality and hold lofty thoughts, but in fact live a life of parasites, will only be annoying. "

Jack was stupid, not only Jack, even Schofield was stupid, the two didn't know how to answer the conversation.

"I used to be a cynical person, Jack." Feng Bujue leaned back in his chair and raised his head leisurely. If the guy who travels at his own expense is changing the world, then Martin Luther King and I can put together a rap and make a record." He put his hands on his head, "You think you can make a few implicit words in the work. Can social and political speech change the world? I tried it a long time ago, but I didn’t succeed."

"Uh..." Jack was completely suppressed. His family and friends wouldn't tell him about these views, even if they said that they couldn't speak so sharply.

"Let’s go back to the topic just now..." Feng Bujue turned the pamphlet one page and continued, "Five or six years later, your band signed a contract with an equally influential record company and released it. It’s an album. But the sales are obviously not very good, because the company soon went bankrupt." He paused, "Not long after that, your band was disbanded. Then you went to North America and found a copy. I make a living by writing soundtracks for TV commercials. Haha..." His irony was overwhelming, "How does it feel to work for those rich-minded chaebols?"

Jack can't refute, so he can only digress: "Does this have anything to do with my brother's death?"

"Don't worry, I'm going to get it right now, man." Feng Bujue smiled. "Ideals are very beautiful, but to talk about ideals, you must first be able to withstand the beating of reality." He spread his hands. "You are lucky, Jack, because you were born into a wealthy family. For you...a superior life, the right to an education, and the financial resources after dropping out, these are all things you can afford." He paused. For a moment, "and you are also unfortunate, also because you were born into this rich family, the time for the fist of'reality' to fall on your face was too late...

The life your father gave you is beyond the reach of many people, but you squandered it.

A few years ago, when your father finally couldn't bear it and stopped all financial assistance to you. Nearly 30 years old, for the first time in your life, alone, you face the monster of ‘reality’. You find that "to be alive" is not so simple.

In the adult world, nothing is simple and nothing is taken for granted. To eat, you have to work; to live a superior life, you have to work harder; to be a master, you have to excel.

To change the world...huh...I won't discuss this topic with you. "

Feng Bujue got up from his chair and slowly walked over, "You must know better than anyone what it is like to live without money. Living in cheap, even hot water In a hotel where there is no hotel, sleeping on a dirty bed, only eat two meals a day, each meal only has bread and running water, after the written song is sent out, I am afraid of being rejected, because that means starving... "He walked in front of Jack and looked at each other condescendingly with a gaze that seemed to be able to penetrate everything. "You are a young man, after such ups and downs, he must have become a lot tougher. And your fear of poverty, will More than those who have never been rich."

Brother Jue sneered and continued: "Your father's health has gone from bad to worse in recent years. This is undoubtedly a very bad sign... If he dies, what will be left for your rebellious second son? What? In the hearts of this family, aren’t you just an irresponsible **** who only bluffs and asks for money? How much family business is left to you, will you be defeated..."

Jack's eyes showed that he wanted to explain a few words for himself, but Feng Bujue immediately increased his tone and speed of speaking, and did not give him a chance to interrupt. "Not to mention the stepmother and your sister who went forward for seven years. How much can be divided... If it is in the general order of inheritance, Dennis is undoubtedly a huge obstacle to your inheritance." Although it is framed, what he said is really reasonable, "The relationship between your brothers is not very good. , For this family business that is enough to change the rest of your life... Isn’t it a logical thing for you to kill it..."

Scofield said from the side, "Well...it makes sense. Today's quarrel~IndoMTL.com~ became the fuse. You made up your mind in the hallway, and when you go back to your room, make a plan and go. The homicide was carried out." The detective has basically understood the nonsense routine of Jue brother, and it is easy to say a few words of appropriate help.

"You guy..." Jack really didn't expect that through the information he and his family revealed to Officer Mark, this detective could describe his first half of his life vividly...

Actually, Feng Bujue didn’t expect it... He just combined different people’s descriptions of Jack, and roughly sorted out the experience of the second young master over the years, and then he made up his mind and guessed that the other person was in a different life. The inner changes of the stage, irresponsibly used his novelist talents to string them together. Unexpectedly, everything was said...including Jack's murderous intent on Dennis, it was indeed true.

Jack gritted his teeth and grinned furiously, "Well, since you two are up to this point..." He stood up and spread his hands. "Then I said it too..." He sneered, "Anyway. I didn’t kill, whether I had a motive, or no motive... Before Carol found the body, I stayed in my room and sorted my luggage, and didn’t go out for half a step at all. I didn’t kill if I didn’t kill. You will not plead guilty. If there is any evidence, you can arrest me." He said, posing as a rogue, and stretched out his hands towards Schofield. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe (this site), rewards, and your support is my biggest motivation.)