Thriller Paradise Chapter 8: Murder in the Chamber

"This time it should not be the author's smoke bomb..." Feng Bujue said, "The mission has been updated, and judging from the terms'survey the scene' and'waiting for the police', it is appropriate. It’s the rhythm of the murder."

"Feng...Mr. Feng." Patton looked at Feng Bujue in a daze, "Did you hear..."

Feng Bujue replied: "Anyway... let's go and see." He walked quickly to the door and waved Barton to follow him.

The two of them crossed the corridor and ran in the direction where the sound was heard.

This time the scream came from the first floor, on the east side of the villa, which happened to be a symmetrical room with Brother Jue’s room.

Feng Bujue and Patton were the first to rush to the scene after hearing the sound. After turning a corner in the corridor, they saw Mrs. Carol, who was ashamed. The woman was sitting on the floor in the corridor, muttering: "Oh... God... No... this is not true..." and her gaze was fixed on the open room in front of her. Gate.

"Madam, what's the matter? Are you okay?" Patton asked.

Feng Bujue didn't seem to care about Mrs. Carol's condition very much. He just glanced at her for a while, then strode towards the guest room, turning around and looking in the door...

Standing at the door, you can see the dead body of a man sitting on the sofa chair. His head tilted to one side, his eyes were turned white, and his mouth was half open, while his neck, neckline, and shirt were all soaked in blood.

With the sound of footsteps, a few more people rushed to the front. Jack was walking in the front. He asked as he walked, "What's the matter?"

Followed by Dr. Powell, Henderson Butler, and Mrs. Odetta. They all appeared in the corridor with expressions of doubt and concern.

Feng Bujue didn’t say anything. Before the onlookers approached, he quickly rushed into the house and checked for Tibetans under the bed, closet and bathroom, and then took a close look at the wound of the deceased, confirming that Dennis was dead. After getting through, Brother Jue quickly retreated to the door, just in time to meet Jack.

"Oh! God! Dennis!" Jack was taken aback when he saw the corpse, and after two seconds he wanted to run into the door.

But a strong arm stopped him, blocking him out of the door.

"What are you doing! Let me in!" Jack exclaimed excitedly.

"He is dead." Feng Bujue said, "You can't do anything when you go in." He said with a calm and firm attitude, "If you don't want to leave anything unfavorable to yourself at the murder scene Evidence, it’s better not to step into this door."

At this time, Henderson also came to the door. As soon as he glanced at the corpse, his face was convulsed, and he immediately covered his chest and fell down in pain.

Jack was next to him, instinctively holding Henderson, "Hey! Henderson, how are you?"

Doctor Powell not far away hurried forward, "He has a heart attack! Quick, let him lie down first." He looked up at Button, "Mr. Button, there is a medicine box in my room, please..."

"Oh! I'm going now!" Barton understood what the doctor meant before he could finish speaking, and turned his head and ran back.

When he passed the corner, he passed by the maid Oliver.

"What's the matter? Mr. Button?" Oliver asked suspiciously.

But Button didn't have time to talk to her, so he rushed to her anxiously.

Feng Bujue, standing at the door of the room, watched everyone's actions coldly. At this moment, he spoke again, "Ms. Oliver."

"Uh...what? Sir." Oliver at the end of the corridor asked blankly.

"Please call the police." Feng Bujue said calmly, "There has been a murder case here."

Oliver's reaction was naturally very surprised, but Feng Bujue's tone was nothing like joking. Combined with the conditions of the people in the corridor, Oliver screamed, "Oh! It's terrible."

Feng Bujue didn’t have time to stabilize everyone’s emotions. He just did what he was supposed to do, turned his head to the other side, and said to the dazed Madam Odita, "Madam, can Please go to the second floor... Tell your husband what happened here."

"Hey! Man!" Jack, who was kneeling on the ground helping the doctor rescue Henderson, suddenly raised his head, "Who are you? When did you give orders here?"

"I'm just a calm outsider." Feng Bujue's gaze swept across everyone's face quickly, "I believe you should also be aware that if there is a victim, there is a murderer."

As soon as this word came out, everyone's expressions changed suddenly.

"So, before the police arrive, I hope you can cooperate with me to protect the scene." Feng Bujue said, and walked out of the room. He was about to close the door easily, but found that... the door facing the corridor was locked. A key is inserted.

"Mrs. Carol." Feng Bujue asked immediately, "Is the door locked before you open it?"

After a few minutes, and with the increase in people around, Carol's mood stabilized a bit, but then she started to sob and couldn't answer Feng Bujue's questions.

"Please answer me, this is very important." Feng Bujue asked further.

"Uuuuu...yes...yes." Carlo forced out a word.

"What's wrong?" Jack said to Brother Jue, "What does that mean?"

Feng Bujue raised his finger to the window opposite the guest room, and said, "That is the only window in the bedroom. It is closed at the moment, and the window handle is also in the state of being embedded." He paused for a second, then continued. "The layout of this room is the same as the guest room I'm in. There is a frosted glass window in the bathroom, but its size is small, with a side length of no more than ten inches~ IndoMTL.com~ is not for people to pass through."

Jack seemed to react, his expression changed abruptly, "You mean... the murderer... is still in the room?"

"How is it possible..." Feng Bujue denied, "Where would anyone close the doors and windows and stay at the scene after the attack... Besides, I have seen it just now, there is no one else in the house." He touched Chin said, "It seems...this is a murder in a secret chamber."

While they were talking, Patton ran back hurriedly, carrying the medicine box.

"Quick! Give me the medicine box." Dr. Powell took the medicine box, found the medicine skillfully, and gave old Henderson a shot. Then he listened for a while with a stethoscope. Then he sighed and said: "Hoo...it should be no major problem. I think he is too frightened, and he will be fine after a long rest."

Powell wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Jack, can you help me carry him back to the room."

"Okay..." Jack replied, squinting at Feng Bujue, and coldly said, "Anyway, there is a detective here, and I don't need me to intervene." (To be continued. If you like This work, you are welcome to (this site) to subscribe, give a reward, and your support is my greatest motivation.)