Thriller Paradise Chapter 28: The Last Supper

Late, eight o'clock, in the restaurant of the villa.

Except for the maid Oliver, all the other suspects have been seated on both sides of a long table. Officer Dempdi stood by the door of the restaurant, his posture seemed casual, but in fact he was closely monitoring everyone in the house.

The atmosphere in the restaurant is very depressing and there is very little conversation. Everyone was sitting there, thinking about what was in their minds. Of course, this is also normal...just under this roof, a cruel murder happened not long ago. Except for Feng Bujue's wonderful work, who can keep a good mood.

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight, isn't it." Feng Bujue's figure appeared at the door, attracting everyone's attention. He looked very interested, and seemed to be releasing a signal to everyone, suggesting that he had found the real culprit.

But...Because of his previous performances, the Lovecraft family's impression of this great detective is not very good. Although the reasoning of this guy is clear, precise, vivid, and true... But in the final analysis, all his messy slander words have very obvious loopholes, and ordinary people can see through it at a glance. The kind of loophole that can be disproved by words.

"Unfortunately, there is no mold, otherwise I will make a mooncake for dessert." Feng Bujue said as he walked to the dining table, he still had a large paper bag under his arm. There seems to be a lot of stuff inside.

Aunt Oliver pushed a small cart and followed Brother Jue into the restaurant. The cart has three floors, and at this time it is full of dishes.

"Your kitchen is really good, Mr. Lovecraft." Feng Bujue took a seat directly opposite the owner, and casually placed the paper bag under his chair. "I have been to some The so-called "high-end restaurants" with a false name have luxurious facades, luxurious dining environment, luxurious tableware, and luxurious prices. But the kitchen is a messy scene...full of all kinds of buzzing and creeping invertebrates, and most of the chefs who are in charge are undercover agents sent by animals to humans, because their only talent is to use their hands. Create a disgusting dark substance. "

"If you want to use a compliment as a way to start the topic..." Kolston replied, looking at Brother Jue coldly. "Just say the first sentence. There is no need to take the opportunity to share your unpleasant experiences in the past with us."

While they were talking, Oliver had pushed the cart to the dining table. Because the cutlery had already been arranged in advance, she started serving the dishes right now.

When Henderson saw this, he got up from his chair and walked towards the cart: "I'll help you, Oliver."

"No, sit down, Henderson." Jack quickly got up and walked over, pushing the old butler back into the chair. "Let me come." The second young master was very good to the servants at home, and he was too embarrassed to let the old man who had fainted only once in the afternoon help carry the plate.

In a short while, everyone has a plate of appetizers in front of them.

Feng Bujue was obviously not going to be polite with the family. Not only did he not intend to get up to help, he also grabbed the half bottle of red wine in the middle of the table and poured himself a glass.

"Um...mane_de_n, 1985..." Feng Bujue took a sip, then picked up the bottle to look at the bottle. "Heh... life is really full of surprises." He can be regarded as earning this bite. In real life, this bottle of red wine may be able to exchange him for a game cabin...

"Why? Do you know that winery too?" Mrs. Odetta said, "Master, he also likes it. Every year we order a batch of goods there."

"Ah... I know I know." Feng Bujue shrugged, "It's just that... my financial situation does not allow me to make bulk consumption at the famous wineries in southeastern France every year... I can make bulk quantities. The hoarded goods are probably only toilet paper and carbonated drinks."

"Oliver..." Miss Nancy on the other side of the table suddenly said, "Did you make this dish?" She looked at the things on the plate in front of her. There was a little doubt on his face.

"No, today's food is made by this Mr. Feng." Oliver replied, pushing the cart to get the soup in the kitchen. On weekdays. She, Patton, and Henderson ate separately from the master and his wife. And Dr. Powell’s home is in the small town, and he usually goes back before the evening. Therefore, it is very rare for more than a dozen people to gather at a table for dinner like today.

"Oh?" Nancy turned to Feng Bujue and said, "I can't tell...you still have this craft. This charcoal grilled asparagus with salmon roe is already a professional level? Compared to a detective, I think You are more suitable to be a cook."

While people were talking, Feng Bujue was adding red wine to his goblet. It seems that he was not going to hand the bottle to anyone before he finished drinking. "I can do a lot of work. , This is nothing."

"Huh... the cooking is good, and the beggar is old." Jack stuffed a piece of asparagus in his mouth. Seeing his attitude, it was obvious that he wanted to make trouble.

"You have my booger in your plate." Feng Bujue only huā for a second before calmly uttering a very lethal language.

Jack's expression changed abruptly, coughing and choking, and choked to death.

"Hehe...just kidding~IndoMTL.com~Feng Bujue said two seconds later, "The plates are all randomly placed on the cart, and they are also assigned by you. How is this possible? "

"You..." Jack wanted to curse, but this table... has elders and ladies. He is really not good at seizures, so he can only wipe his mouth with a napkin and swallow his breath into his belly.

"Look, my analytical skills are still very convincing." Feng Bujue laughed.

"Okay, Mr. Feng." Kolston said, "I'll stop here." He stared at Brother Jue. "You let the police restrict our freedom and declare ourselves. I know who the murderer is, but you are still reluctant to say it." He exhaled. "Audita said you went to the kitchen to help more than an hour ago. I thought you were just going to her and Oliver for help. I asked, I didn’t expect that you were really going to cook...what do you want to do?"

"Hehe...what do you want to do?" Feng Bujue picked up the knife and fork and began to wipe out the appetizers in front of him. Mind the food in your mouth when you speak. "Everyone here... are looking forward to a reasoning show? Ha... Don't worry, the famous detective Feng Bujue won't let you down. I will offer it now. Good show." (To be continued