Chapter 3 Chatting

The elevator door closed, but Feng Bujue's eyes still stayed on the young man and the cat.

I don't know why, but when I saw this person and the cat, Brother Jue felt an inexplicable, familiar, and even kind of feeling.

Brother Jue himself was very confused about this, so he immediately started searching in the attic of memory. However...he couldn't find any memories of having interacted with the person or cat in front of him.

"Sir, which floor are you going to?" A few seconds later, the young man's voice interrupted Feng Bujue's thinking, and the latter came back to his senses.

"Hmm..." Feng Bujue groaned, and then directly spoke in Chinese (before that, the young man had only spoken in English, but in Thriller Paradise, the system will translate the player's thoughts through thinking while retaining the pronunciation of the original language. (who understands various languages) replied, "Seventh floor." As he spoke, he raised his hand and pressed the floor button for the seventh floor.

"What a coincidence, I also live on the seventh floor." Hearing this, the young man responded with a smile, and he also changed to speak Chinese.

At this point, the two of them have tacitly stated their nationality; in this situation of "meeting a fellow countryman from a foreign country", it is easy for both parties to start a conversation.

"Haha... That's really a fate." Feng Bujue quickly put on his "business smile" and took the initiative to get close to the other party, "By the way, my name is Feng Bujue." He had no clue. He introduced himself in an awkward manner and extended his hand to the other party.

"Hello, my name is Zuo Yan." Zuo Yan also shook hands politely and responded.

"Zuo Yan?" Upon hearing this, Feng Bujue quickly repeated the name in a questioning tone, and the expression on his face began to change involuntarily.

At this moment, Brother Jue actually knew the identity of the other party, but... he still couldn't believe it.

"Well, yes." Zuo Yan asked doubtfully, "Is there anything strange?"

"I would like to ask..." Feng Bujue raised his eyes, glanced at the cat that poked its head out of the sports bag, and then asked, "Are you a student of Emperor Peak University?"

"Eh?" This time, Zuo Yan's expression changed.

He paused, thought for two seconds, and then said: "Yes, I am a student of Emperor Peak, um... how did you know that?"

Although Zuo Yan was a little surprised to be told about his school by a stranger he had met for less than two minutes, there was nothing to hide about the matter itself.

"I..." Brother Jue only took half a second to think of what to say next, "I seem to...have heard of you." While looking for a reasonable explanation for his question, he had already started further research. "Have you assisted the police in solving several cases?"

"Uh..." When Zuo Yan replied, he glanced at the cat in his bag again intentionally or unintentionally, "Well... there were a few times, but I just happened to be at the scene of the crime, so it doesn't matter. 'assist'."

Ding--

At this point in their conversation, the elevator just reached the seventh floor.

Feng Bujue naturally turned sideways and made a "please" gesture to let the other person go first.

Seeing this, Zuo Yan nodded slightly to him and walked out first.

Feng Bujue followed him out of the elevator, and continued the topic: "That's right... I should have heard a police friend mention you, but I don't remember where or by whom. "Told me."

What he said can be said to be watertight...

Obviously no accurate information was disclosed, but at first glance it sounded flawless.

Because when people chat, they often only remember the "things" they heard, but they may not remember who said the thing and where they heard it.

"Mr. Feng..." Zuo Yan seemed to have thought of something and wanted to reply.

"If you don't mind, you can call me Brother Jue." Feng Bujue interrupted him and said in a rather cordial manner.

"Oh...Brother Jue." Zuo Yan continued, "It sounds like...you have a lot of friends who are police officers?"

Zuo Yan's reaction was also very quick. The only really useful information in Brother Jue's sentence was the words "police friend". Zuo Yan also captured this key point instantly and made use of the other party's context and logic. A reasonable inference was made.

Feng Bujue could naturally only answer "yes" to Zuo Yan's question, because only "people who have many police friends" would not be able to remember which police friend told him about this; if A person who has only one friend who is a policeman is absolutely impossible for him to say something like "I heard it from a policeman friend, but I can't remember who it is."

"Yes." A second later, Feng Bujue replied in a very calm manner, "To tell you the truth, I am also a detective, and I have quite a few police friends. Speaking of which... the one in Yuecheng is quite cool. I’ve met the famous police officer Qiao Chi a few times, but I’m not very familiar with him.”

Obviously, when Brother Jue said the previous sentence, he had already thought about the changes in the next few steps; he just wanted to use Zuo Yan's question to make his words more credible.

"Brother Jue..." Zuo Yan continued, "Why do you say that you are 'also' a detective..."

"Ha...because you are also a detective, right?" Feng Bujue said.

"No, no..." Zuo Yan was still very modest, "I am at best the director of the university's reasoning club. I really just happened to be at the scene when assisting the police and so on..."

"Okay, Zuo Yan." Feng Bujue patted his shoulder, "You don't have to explain this to me..." He smiled jokingly, "Being able to frequently appear at different crime scenes is also a unique attribute of a famous detective, isn't it?"

The two of them did not stop talking, and when they talked here, Brother Jue just came to the door of his room.

"Hey~ I'm here." Feng Bujue said, and then stopped, "Which room do you live in?"

"My room should be the one at the end of the corridor, 0716." Zuo Yan looked down at the door card in his hand and the small envelope with the floor plan, and replied.

"Oh." Brother Jue continued in a very casual tone, "I should stay on the island for a few days. Let's go and play together if we have the chance."

"Well... okay." Zuo Yan spoke a little slowly, but overall he was very decent, "Then... see you later?"

"See you later." When Feng Bujue said goodbye to the other party, he had already opened the door of his room 0707 with the door card.

"Oh, right!" Just as Zuo Yan turned around and prepared to leave, suddenly, Jue Ge seemed to remember something and called him.

"Anything else?" Zuo Yan turned around and asked.

"Hehe..." Feng Bujue laughed, "I almost forgot to ask..." His eyes moved slightly, "What's the name of the little guy in your bag?"

Zuo Yan looked down at the kitten that was sticking its head out of the sports bag, shrugged, and replied: "His name is Victor."

"Ah~ It's the name of the great detective, right?" Feng Bujue was still smiling, and he was undoubtedly asking knowingly.

"Yes." Zuo Yan nodded and added, "Francos Eugen Victor."