Thriller Paradise Chapter 6: Whistleblower

For the next hour, Feng Bujue returned to his guest room again, and continued to wait for the "case" that did not occur until then.

This script is the most relaxing nightmare script he has ever played. Although his character abilities have been completely restricted, except for the initial car explosion, he has never encountered an obvious death FLAG, and their attitudes are relatively friendly, and they are all treated with courtesy.

It is estimated that as long as Jue brother himself does not act in a deceiving manner, such as exposing his surname... there should be nothing that would threaten his safety.

"So...is the difficulty focused on the setting of Chapter 33..." Feng Bujue lay on the soft, comfortable bed, put his hands behind his head, and said lazily: "Um... Generally speaking... Whether it is a mystery novel or a detective movie, the preparation and crime will not take more than a quarter of the space. Then... Before Chapter 8, something will happen anyway... …"

Just as he was talking about some silly nonsense, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the door.

Feng Bujue immediately sat up alertly and listened.

For footsteps, Ge Ge had a non-systematic but very practical research. Different heights, surnames, occupations, attire, lifestyle habits and even surnames will all be reflected in the sound of a person walking.

At this time, he knew immediately after hearing that it was Barton, the short gardener.

Boom boom——

Barton knocked on Feng Bujue's door softly.

"Who?" In fact, Feng Bujue was already standing behind the door, and he knew who came, but he still had to pretend to ask.

"Uh...I am a gardener, my name is Button." Button outside the door replied, "We met outside, do you remember?"

Feng Bujue opened the door and calmly greeted the other person: "Of course, hello, Mr. Barton, what can I do for you?"

Barton looked around at both sides of the corridor very exaggeratedly, then lowered his voice and asked: "Mr. Feng... are you really a detective?"

"Yes." Feng Bujue's answer was ordinary, and he revealed a convincing confidence. As he said, he leaned over and said: "I think you have something to say to me , Please come in."

"Uh..." Button hesitated for a second, then turned his head again, and after carefully confirming that no one was watching, he stepped into the door, "Excuse me."

Feng Bujue closed the door easily, plugged in the door bolt, then turned around naturally, and moved a chair to the other party, "Please sit down and talk, Mr. Patton."

"Thank you." Button took the chair, but didn't sit down immediately, he was waiting for the owner to take a seat first.

Feng Bujue could have a full view of these details. He didn't say much, and moved another chair and sat directly on it.

Seeing this, Barton also sat down.

Through a few simple dialogues and a few actions, Feng Bujue succeeded in giving the other party the illusion of "This Mr. Detective is very easy-going".

"There is something very important, I think it is necessary to tell you." Barton's expression was already tense as soon as he spoke. "But before I tell this, there is something about myself. I I want to confess with you first."

"My dear, listen carefully." Feng Bujue said.

Barton nodded, as if made up a lot of determination, and said: "I... used to be a thief who slipped the door and picked the lock."

"Ever?" Feng Bujue answered.

"Uh...yes, of course it's not anymore." Patton explained, "In fact, when I was young, I had a bright future...hey...not to mention it. Anyway, when I was thirty, I I spent two years in the prison in Pendonville, and it was really terrible. Even in winter, the prisoners only had a burlap overalls. The food was boiled with gray betel beans and there was no oily paste, and there was nothing to do everyday Finished work. One night, I was cold and hungry, and was soaked in the rain. I thought I was about to freeze to death..."

"The key point, Mr. Barton." Feng Bujue said, "Please tell me the key point."

"Haha...I'm sorry." Barton said, "Anyway, that experience had a great impact on me, and I've changed my mind since then."

"So...is there any connection between this and the important thing you are going to tell me?" Feng Bujue asked.

"I just hope you can fully trust me." Patton replied.

"Hmm..." Feng Bujue said in deep thought, "It's weird... Describe your criminal record, will it help me gain my trust?" He didn't wait for the other party's response, so he said to himself. Then, "Surely the "very important" thing you are going to tell me will be very detrimental to someone in this house, right?"

"How did you know..." Button did not finish speaking.

Feng Bujue interrupted: "This is obvious...A has said bad things about B. If B wants to deny it, the best way is to attack A in reverse and reduce the credibility of his remarks." Do you really believe what the thief said? "Probably this is the feeling..." He scratched his head. "You also know very well that others will use your disgraceful experience to tell things. So, you simply Just tell me first."

"Oh! Sir, you are amazing! You really are a great detective." Patton said with his eyes widened.

"Huh...excuse me..." Feng Bujue replied "humbly" with an overwhelming expression on his face.

A few seconds later, he said again: "Please feel free to tell me what happened, Mr. Button, I have no prejudice against you. I will judge whether it is true or false."

Barton nodded, swallowed, and said, "What I want to tell you is..." He lowered his voice and said with a serious expression, "Master Dennis, you may want to murder Mrs. Odetta..."

"The basis is..." Feng Bujue understood when he heard it~IndoMTL.com~This gardener must have seen or heard something.

"Before, when Master Dennis and Master Colston were arguing in the room, I overheard a few words..." Patton said.

"Let me guess..." Feng Bujue raised his hands, raised **** each, and made a gesture of quotation marks, "You happened to be pruning branches and leaves on a tree outside that room, right? "

Barton blinked awkwardly, "Uh...yes."

"Well... please go on, what did they say?" Feng Bujue shrugged and motioned for the other party to continue.

Barton continued: "I only heard a few words... Master Dennis seems to be persuading the master to delete Mrs. Odetta's name from his will."

"Master refused?" Feng Bujue asked.

Barton nodded, "Yes, and was furious, and scolded Master." His expression became gloomy, "At this moment, Master Dennis actually said..." (To be continued.) q