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After sending Colston away, Feng Bujue in the room sat back in his seat behind his desk, lost in thought.

Schofield didn't bother him, and the detective himself pondered the information he had gotten.

"At this moment, I really envy Nilo. Woolf (nero_wolfe, Reiters. Staude's well-known detective, a fat, reluctant to go out, orchid-loving and expensive professional consulting detective). After a moment, Feng Bujue spoke.

"Hmm...... I think you can also be a good 'easy chair detective' if you want to. Schofield said.

"Of course I can." Feng Buju's narcissistic nature attacked, and he said without modesty, "When I say 'envy', I don't mean envy this character's talent, I just envy him for not having to participate in this tedious intelligence gathering work." ”

Schofield shrugged and said, "This is also a matter of no choice, although there are only nine suspects in this case, the information that Mark asked in his regular questioning...... It's not enough to lock down the killer. ”

"At present, there are basically three that can be ruled out...... Host Colston. Lovecraft, Henderson the butler, and Oliver, the maid. Feng Bujue muttered, "One of them has no ability to commit crimes, one has no courage to commit crimes, and the other is a problem of size......"

"Body type?" Schofield asked.

"You've noticed it too...... Feng Bujue said, "That Aunt Oliver is only about one meter six meters tall, and her weight is above Dennis. With a big waist and a round body, even if he can barely climb out of the window, it is impossible to cling to the window to complete the layout of the secret room. ”

"Ah...... Belch...... Right. Schofield, apparently just understood, thought for a few more seconds before moving on, "But...... Why didn't you rule out the suspicion of a gardener? That Mr. Barton was talking to you in your room when Mrs. Carol found the body, wasn't he? ”

"So what?" Feng Bujue replied lightly, "Maybe he just finished committing the crime before he came to my room?" In my opinion. None of the people in this villa had a defensible alibi. He added, "Neither do I, including myself." So...... Mr. Detective, you have to be careful, although the probability is very small, but it cannot be completely ruled out that I committed the crime. ”

"How is that possible...... Schofield laughed, "you have no motive at all, and besides, Mr. Dennis helped you, didn't he?" ”

"Maybe I'm mad?" Feng Bujue asked seriously, "Don't you think I'm not like it?" ”

Just as Schofield was hesitating whether to say what was in his heart "a little bit like it." The knock on the door rang again.

Templedie said outside the door, "Sir, Jack. Mr. Lovecraft is here. ”

Schofield hurriedly answered, "Okay, please let him in." ”

Jack pushed the door and entered, striding into the middle of the room, and when Templedy closed the door behind him, he turned his head to glance at it, and then looked at Feng Bujue and Schofield with a disapproving expression. "What is this? Interrogation? ”

"No, it's just a question I want to ask you." Feng Bujue replied with a smile.

"Hah!" Jack laughed and sat down in his chair with a big sting. Cocking Erlang's legs, "The famous detective, want to ask me for advice?" ”

"You don't seem to have heard my name before the police came, did you?" Feng Bujue said.

"yes. I don't read the newspapers much. "Even if you look at it, you don't pay much attention to the reports about criminal investigations." ”

"Hmm...... I'm guessing you mainly watch the entertainment version. Feng didn't feel that this was something to say.

"Yes~ I used to be the lead singer of a rock band." Jack's gaze was fixed on the pamphlet in Feng Buyi's hand. He dragged out his voice and replied, "I've already told the other officer, what's wrong?" Is this also illegal? ”

"Of course it's not illegal." Feng Bujue said, "But what if...... Your outrageous lead singer killed your own brother ......"

"Hey! Hey! What are you talking about! Jack exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" Feng Bujue felt that the virtue of underbeating came again, "Are you dissatisfied with the word 'outrage', or do you have an opinion on the accusation of murder?" Or is it a combination of both? ”

"Do you have any evidence for that?" Jack replied, "If there is no evidence, it is slander!" ”

"Evidence...... Feng Bujue sneered, "Hehe...... 'You should be glad that I don't have a gun like that.' He repeated it word for word," he said, "this sentence...... That's the last thing you said to Dennis before the crime. A lot of people heard it, including me. ”

"So what?" Jack asked rhetorically, "Anyone can hear it, it's just a joke." ”

"If people don't die, it's a joke." Feng Bujue rested his right hand on the desk, and his four fingers tapped the table like waves rhythmically, "But now that the person is dead, the situation is different...... Given the circumstances, can I interpret what you mean by that – 'If I had a gun like that, I wouldn't be hitting the ceiling.'" ’”

"Nonsense! It's all! Jack jumped up from his chair, "What kind of detective are you!" He turned to look at Schofield, "Officer! You just watched him wronging a good person like this? ”

"I think ...... too You are the most suspicious. Schofield put up his detective's stand and glared at the other with a solemn expression, "Of all the suspects, you are the only one who is physically on par with the deceased, and psychologically, strong people are more courageous, aren't they?" ”

"You ......," Jack was momentarily speechless.

"Since you're talking about rock bands...... Feng Bujue immediately continued, "Then I think you're quite familiar with strings and stuff......" He paused and said, "Coincidentally...... The murder weapon is something like that. ”

"You know what...... If it weren't for the police, I would have come and beat you up. Jack squeezed out a sentence in a very unhappy tone.

"Hmph...... I advise you not to be impulsive. Feng Bujue raised his eyebrows and replied in a sneering voice, "My sharp leg skills are not something that a mere desk can block. ”

"Gentlemen...... Let's get back to constructive discussions. Schofield had to say a word of advice, because the words and deeds of the two in front of him were already quite a street gangster......

"Hmph......" Jack snorted coldly, sat down again, and said to Feng Bujui: "Then you say, why did I kill my brother?" Is it because of today's quarrel? I still don't know why he and my dad are arguing, why should I kill someone? (To be continued)