"To sum up, Mr. Patton, or John. Mr. Lovecraft's motive for the crime has been revealed. Feng Bujue looked at Jack and Nancy and said, "This brother of yours has a stronger heart, ability, and experience than the two of you and Dennis combined. In his twenties, he was already an extraordinary thief. After ten years in prison, he has undoubtedly become an even more ruthless person.

Today, he is forbearing, resolute, and deeply hidden. When such a person is determined to kill, his execution is amazing. Ordinary people have to prepare and hesitate for at least a few days, and he can do it immediately.

So before he could get off the branch, Mr. Barton was already in action. He immediately used the scissors in his hand to cut off a wire tied to a branch (the method of tying wire is often used in garden design to make trees grow according to a predetermined shape), that is, the murder weapon, and took it back to the house. ”

Feng Bujue leaned back in his chair and raised his head, "After the gunshot, Barton spotted the moment when Dennis was alone in the room and knocked on the door to visit. Dennis was unaware that the previous threatening conversation had been overheard, and he believed that Barton was still in the dark. Naturally, Barton pretended to know nothing, and only said that he went into the house to do some chores, such as deworming the bonsai in the corner of the house or something. ”

"That wouldn't be strange if Mr. Barton had gloves on his hands when he entered the room." Schofield answered. This police detective, who accompanied Brother Jue throughout the investigation and reasoning, still has a certain ability to detect, at least he has not forgotten these details in the Jì case.

"That's right, detective." Feng nodded unconsciously, "So, there was a scene of Dennis smoking a cigarette in the sofa chair, while Barton was busy in the blind corner of his vision. Then the next scene is a murder. He looked at Barton, "Just like you stood up quietly." As you try to get close to me, you quietly and quickly approach Dennis from behind and take out the murder weapon in your pocket and strangle him.

Originally, this qiē was very smooth, but just as you were about to escape, someone knocked on the door of the room outside.

Mrs. Odetta fears that the focus of her quarrel between her husband and Dennis will be on herself, so she wants to talk to her. She didn't know that in the guest room in front of her, there had just happened to be a murder. ”

"Hmph," Feng Bujue sneered, and continued to say to Barton, "As I've been emphasizing. You're not a mortal, Mr. Barton, you're powerful. Ordinary people are likely to be ridiculous in this situation, but you are calm and have a plan.

The door to the guest room was locked, so you weren't worried that Odetta would find you, you just had to be quiet and calmly escape through the window. But for you, that's not enough, and since there is a murder, there must be a murderer. And Mrs. Odetta is the perfect scapegoat.

She has a motive and the ability to commit a crime, and the key is when the murder happens. She did be there. ”

Feng Bujue tilted his head and smiled, "I remember every word of yours, Mr. Barton," he repeated, "'I'm about the same age as Master Dennis. Actually, I quite understand him. If I had a rich father and wanted to marry a stepmother who was five or six years younger than me, I would have objected to it. He smiled again. Obviously, you said this with feelings. You came to this mansion eight years ago, and Mrs. Odetta married into the Lovecraft family seven years ago. I think you and Dennis must have had the same attitude back then, both of you strongly opposed your father's marriage to Odetta, but one was in the light and the other was in the dark.

There's no doubt that you want Colston's legacy more than Dennis, don't you? Because he owes you, his unkindness killed your mother, and his alienation and denial of you led you astray. Even though you finally arrived at this home after many years, you were still a gardener, not the owner of the house.

Then at least after his death, let him pay it back with his family property.

Now that Dennis is dead, if Mrs. Odetta is convicted of murder, then in a few years, when Colston kicks his feet, the contents of the will will will be made public. Lovecraft would have succeeded most of the family business and become the head of the family. ”

"What a dangerous fellow," Schofield muttered when he heard this, turning his head to Stutter's face.

Feng Bujue turned around and said to everyone, "Therefore, Mr. Barton did not plan to escape through the window, but because there were people outside the door, he made a temporary decision. He locked the windows with wire and arranged them into secret rooms in order to keep a back hand. Because he knows that a case like this will be difficult to solve in a short period of time with the police force of a local town. As long as the public is confused for the time being, there will be an opportunity to blame afterwards. Throwing a key in the corner of Mrs. Odetta's room was a breeze for him. ”

Jue Ge paused for a moment, and then continued, "After killing people, Barton disposed of the murder weapon and quickly returned to the villa. In someone else, eighty percent would return to their rooms and fidget for the body to be found. But he came to my room as fast as he could, and wittily made a rather amusing show in front of me.

That statement was half-truthful and quite deceptive. The only thing I couldn't figure out at the time was what was the point of him telling me this? Is it really for me, an outsider, to persuade the family not to do stupid things?

Soon after, however, I learned of his intentions, and Barton had subtly instilled in me the idea that 'if anyone would kill Dennis, it would be Mrs. Odetta'. He's really clever because when he makes up the conversation between Colston and Dennis, he says it as if Dennis was going to kill Odetta. The reality is the opposite, but it seems logical. ”

"Heh," Feng Bujue sneered, and turned his gaze to Barton again, "Because I said in the corridor, 'I'm also a detective,' and you came here after committing the crime." Your idea is that even if your rhetoric isn't misleading, it doesn't matter. Anyway, when the body was found, you were with me, the detective. Psychologically, there's a good chance I'll just rule you out of the object of suspicion. ”

"Whew," Barton sighed deeply, "now that I think about it, what a huge mistake it was to come to you." He smiled wryly, "I underestimated you."

"Judging from your life experience, you must think very highly of yourself, and you don't pay attention to ordinary detectives at all." Feng Bujue smiled at the corner of his mouth. "It's ironic and funny to use this so-called detective to achieve your goals in turn, and I'll try it too."

When Brother Jue said this, he stood up and stretched, "Actually, if you start on a different day or in a different form, and make it look like a suicide or an accident, it may be done." He yawned, "I'd love to say to you, 'Keep up the good work later,' but you kind of first-degree murder." It's the second time to enter the palace again, even if you don't sentence you to death, you won't have a chance to come out in this life, I can only send my most heartfelt wishes, I wish you a successful escape from prison one day. ”

"Uh, Mr. Feng, our police can be present, and the words 'successful escape from prison' are clearly said," Schofield persuaded with a sweat.

"As soon as I say that you will break from prison, you will take it," Feng Bujue said, "Is this forcing me to complain about your name (Schofield, i.e. Scofield)?"

After Feng Bujue said this sentence casually, he walked towards Barton without warning. and leaned over and whispered in his ear.

Except for Barton, no one heard what Jue Ge said. After finishing speaking, Feng Bujue turned around and walked towards the door, laughing maliciously as he walked

"Where are you going?" Jack asked.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom. Isn't it possible? Feng Bujue leaned over and replied in an arrogant tone, "If I come back, there are still people who want to arrest me for theft." Handcuff me again. ”。

Of course, Brother Jue didn't really go to the toilet, he heard the system prompt. Prepare to find a place where no one is around.

It was late autumn again, and the gray wasteland was empty and bare under the sky.

In this place where the forest valley and the hill are intertwined, the road and the telephone pole seem out of place.

My name is Schofield, Greck. Schofield, the sheriff in a small backcountry town.

The bright moonlight soothed the earth and illuminated my path. Driving in such a landscape always brings back some memories.

A few years ago at this time, I went to Lovecraft's house in the mountains to deal with a homicide.

There is a detective who, in less than half a day, has solved the mystery and found out the real murderer.

Strangely, I mistook him for another famous detective, but when I saw a picture of the detective in the newspaper afterwards, I realized that they were not the same person

Later, reports of the murder did not appear in any mainstream media. Even Dennis. None of Lovecraft's obituaries were published in any newspapers. I think it was some big man who took action and suppressed the matter in a low-key manner.

In April of the following year, John. Patton, i.e. John. Lovecraft was sentenced to death by the Supreme Court. His father, Mr. Colston, died suddenly in a hotel room two weeks before the verdict was announced.

The cause of death is still a mystery

Eventually, eighty percent of Lovecraft's fortune was divided equally between the second son, Jack, and the third daughter, Nancy. I heard that Jack used his money to open a big record label in the United States, and their advertising slogan is intriguing - it is their mission to support young, dreamy musicians.

The remaining 20 per cent of the property, as well as the immovable property, was inherited by Colston's third wife, Mrs. Odetta. The lady donated her property in the mountains to the government after her husband's death, and it is said that she has now moved to settle near a winery in southeastern France.

Henderson, the housekeeper who served in the Lovecraft family for many years, Powell, the family doctor, Oliver, and Martha, the maids, including the lawyer who handled the will, did not receive a penny. Obviously, I was wrong about Colston's "human" judgment, he was a selfish, hypocritical bastard. Fortunately, his daughter did not inherit his bad qualities. A month after her father's death, Miss Nancy offered to give these people a due severance pay in the form of a gift.

As for the eccentric detective, I never saw him again. The back of him walking out of the restaurant that day is still vivid, but it was as if he had disappeared around the corner outside the door, and never returned.

I tried to find out about this man afterwards, but I found nothing, he seemed to be a ghost, and he didn't exist in this world at all

The land in front of me has been filled with many bizarre legends. Maybe he's one of them.

March 1986, Lyne City No. 1 Detention Center, Yasaly Capital.

One gloomy afternoon, Patton was in prison uniform, handcuffed and shackled to the interview room by a prison guard. Across the glass in front of him sat a richly dressed woman.

The two of them each picked up their phones and were silent for a few seconds before Barton spoke, "Long time no see, Carol." ”

Carol didn't respond, she wore a large hat with the brim held low and a veil in front of it.

"Looks like you've figured it out, and you should understand by now why I said, 'You're going to thank me.'" Patton sneered, "In a sense, he's really similar to Colston." I had investigated him years ago, and I knew that sooner or later he would kill you, a wretched woman, and use the fortune he had inherited from you to live with his lover. "Even if it wasn't for killing that kind of man for myself, I don't regret it at all." ”

"What you confessed" Carol's voice was also cold, she already looked like a walking corpse "Someone has already done it, and there will be a result soon." ”

"Heh, thank you." Barton laughed.

"Is it really necessary to do this?" Carol asked, "He's still your father, and with his physical condition, he won't live for a few years, will he?" ”

"It's none of your business." Barton laughed as he said this, "You're a nice guy, Carol. There are some things that people like you will never understand," he paused, but there were also people who were not so kind, and they would say, 'Since you are no longer able to take advantage of his possessions as compensation, you might as well let him give something else.'" ”

Barton hung up the microphone and laughed maniacally. (To be continued.)