Thriller Paradise Chapter 24: The reasoning should be after dinner

At this moment, the expressions of the three all changed suddenly, and Feng Bujue caught every change in their faces, as well as the fleeting, imperceptible information hidden in their eyes. m.

"Hehe..." After two seconds, Feng Bujue laughed, "Okay, I'm finished, please go back."

"hat?" Except for Brother Jue, the other four people in the room asked such a sentence instinctively at the same time.

"Wait...what do you mean?" Powell said, "What do you mean by'please go back'? You called us and said that one of us was a murderer. Let us leave when we finish talking?" /

"Yes." Feng Bujue said, "I will be about eight chapters later...oh no, I mean, I will reveal the real murderer around eight o'clock."

"Uh...Mr. Feng." Scofield interrupted, "Can I ask...Why wait until eight o'clock?"

"Hey, as the saying goes, the reasoning should be after dinner." Feng Bujue replied.

"What kind of saying is this... How come I have never heard of it... You made it up at all..." Scofield vomited three words in his heart, but on the surface it was still not easy to attack, because he himself There is still no way to determine the murderer, and there is no evidence. Right now, I can only rely on this weird famous detective for help.

"Ha...haha...well...well..." Scofield continued to wipe his cold sweat with a handkerchief, "then as you want..."

"This is too weird!" Powell said, "If you know who the murderer is, you should be brought to justice right away! Let a murderer stay in the same room with us, everyone will Is it dangerous?"

"There are four police officers sitting here, why is it dangerous?" Feng Bujue replied lightly, "Besides, you should be very clear... before I said that the murderer is among the three of you. Before that, you have been under the same roof with the murderer, haven’t you?"

"But now that you have spoken out, the situation is..." Powell said very nervously, his outside light always glancing in the direction of Patton.

Feng Bujue interrupted, "You don't have to say any more, I have seen this kind of tricks of no silver three hundred taels here." He paused, "Doctor Powell, you reacted so much." , Looks terrified, do you want to pretend to be innocent to avoid being suspected?"

"This..." Powell was speechless for a while facing this false accusation.

Henderson and Button also cast suspicious glances at him, and the atmosphere became very strange.

Feng Bujue just sneered at the actions of these guys. He turned to Schofield and said, "Detective, during this period of time before dinner, please take these three and the card I asked before Rol, Colston, Jack, and Nancy, let's gather together in the dining room, so that it is easy to monitor." As he said, he bypassed the three people in front of him and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going? Mr. Feng." Scofield asked.

"The kitchen." Feng Bujue replied, then opened the door and went out.

The four people in the study were left, looking at each other in embarrassment.

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The kitchen in this villa is pretty good, almost catching up with the configuration of some small western restaurants.

The door of the kitchen is naturally a double flap movable door that can be pushed and pulled. It can be pushed open with a light touch with your hands, feet, or a cart. It is very convenient to carry food in and out. After Feng Bujue opened the door and entered, what he saw was a spacious, clean, and beautiful environment.

For a home kitchen, the equipment in this place is amazing...kitchen cabinets, griddles, stoves, ovens, grills, fryer, stoves, shelves, consoles, fresh-keeping counters, freezers, mixers , Meat grinders, slicers, egg beaters, etc... Except for the extreme configuration of the stone wall oven, there are basically everything here, and you can hold a cooking competition.

"Ah, Mr. Feng, why did you come to the kitchen?" At this time, Mrs. Odetta put on a long-sleeved, knee-length plain dress, and wore an apron, together with Aunt Oliver. Busy in front of the stove.

"Prevent you from poisoning everyone's dinner." Feng Bujue replied.

The movements of Audita and Oliver's hands were stagnant, their eyes widened, and they looked at Brother Jue in surprise.

"Hahaha...I'm joking, ladies." Feng Bujue said with a smile, "As a guest, you should come to the kitchen to help you."

"Oh, sir, your jokes are not funny at all." Aunt Oliver is undoubtedly a straight-forward person, and she quickly gets busy on the cooking table again, "We are almost too busy to come, but you still Say something scary."

Audita smiled politely, "Mr. Feng, are you sure you can help? Don’t force..."

"Are you afraid that I will mess up? Huh..." Feng Bujue's eyes were covered by the hair on his forehead, and a fierce glow appeared from his eyes in the shadow, "Naive...too naive...Don't let you see. You won’t understand this uncle’s beautiful skills..." After he exported his second line, he was taken aback, "Wait, this line seems to be more appropriate for Jin Fugui... No matter it! Anyway... …" He picked up a kitchen knife, grabbed a piece of red meat and cut it at high speed. The speed of his hand is so fast that layers of phantoms are produced, and the chopping board sends out the intensive sound of a knife falling like a typewriter, "Hahahaha...Let me have a taste of this gorgeous killing!"

Where did the two ladies in the kitchen have seen this kind of battle? For a while, they stood still, bewildered and watched Brother Jue’s performance.

Another characteristic of Feng Bujue's weird guy is that...when he makes cooking, he becomes the second most abnormal. If his usual secondary value (don’t ask me what the concept is, I don’t know, it just appeared in my mind anyway) is around 250, then the secondary value will explode during cooking. Between 9527 and 186.

Habit... is indeed a scary thing...

Feng Bujue, who lives alone, naturally cooks often after his parents died. He is not a person who pursues luxury and vanity, but if conditions permit (depending on how much money he has in his pocket), he will try his best to ensure the quality of life. Therefore, this guy's cooking level is getting better and better without knowing it...and in the process, he has developed the habit of talking to himself and making all kinds of exaggerated behaviors when cooking~IndoMTL.com~First Spread a layer of oil to heat the pan. "Feng Bujue said while drying, "Cut the beef into thin slices, put it in a bowl, add salt, pepper, soy sauce, mustard seeds, and knead it to taste..." With that, he picked up a celery and chopped it like lightning. "Put the beef, beef liver, and celery together in a heated pan and sauté on high heat..." It took him a few minutes to complete a delicious side dish.

"Huh... the strength of this mustard beef liver stir-fried celery is enough to convince you..." Feng Bujue wiped his hands with a rag, and said triumphantly.

Mrs. Odetta and Aunt Oliver each took a piece of beef liver in their hands and tasted it, it was so delicious...

"Mr. Feng...were you a chef before as a detective?" Audita was surprised.

Feng Bujue slowly walked aside, took off an apron from the wall and tied it to himself. He grinned and said, "So...please leave the preparations for dinner to me. Just give me a bit of a blow." He paused, "By the way...Please answer me a few questions during this period." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come (this site) ) Subscription, rewards, and your support are my greatest motivation.)