Chapter 6 The Informer

For the next hour, Feng Bujue returned to his room and continued to wait for the "case" that would happen at an unknown time.

This script was the most relaxing nightmare script he had ever played. Although his character's ability was completely restricted, except for the car explosion at the beginning, he never encountered an obvious death flag, and the attitudes of the NPCs were also relatively friendly and polite.

It is estimated that as long as Brother Jue himself does not do anything to commit suicide, such as exposing his true nature, there should be nothing that will threaten his safety.

"So... the difficulty is concentrated on the setting of Chapter 33..." Feng Bujue lay on the soft and comfortable big bed, put his hands behind his head, and read lazily: "Well... Generally speaking... whether it is a mystery novel or a detective movie, the length of the foreshadowing and the case will not exceed a quarter. So... before Chapter 8, something will happen anyway..."

Just as he was muttering some boring nonsense, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the door.

Feng Bujue immediately sat up alertly and listened attentively.

Brother Jue had done some non-systematic but very practical research on footsteps. Different heights, genders, occupations, attire, living habits and even personalities will be reflected in the sound of a person walking.

At this moment, he knew as soon as he heard it that the person coming was the short gardener Barton.

Dong Dong——

Barton knocked gently on Feng Bujue's door.

"Who is it?" In fact, Feng Bujue had already stood behind the door, and he also knew who the person was, but he still had to pretend to ask.

"Uh... I'm the gardener, my name is Barton." Barton outside the door replied, "We met outside, do you remember?"

Feng Bujue opened the door and greeted the other party calmly: "Of course, hello. Mr. Barton, how can I help you?"

Barton looked around the corridor in an exaggerated manner, and then lowered his voice and asked: "Mr. Feng... Are you really a detective?"

"Yes." Feng Bujue's tone of answer seemed very normal, and revealed a convincing confidence. As he spoke, he turned sideways and said: "I think you have something to say to me, please come in."

"Uh..." Barton hesitated for a second, and turned his head again, carefully confirming that no one was peeping. He stepped into the door, "Excuse me."

Feng Bujue closed the door and bolted it, then turned around naturally and moved a chair to the other party, "Please sit down and talk, Mr. Barton."

"Thank you." Barton took the chair, but did not sit down immediately. He was waiting for the host to sit down first.

These details. Feng Bujue saw everything. He didn't say much, but moved another chair and sat on it.

Seeing this, Barton also sat down.

Through a few simple conversations and actions, Feng Bujue successfully gave the other party the illusion that "this detective is very easy-going."

"There is something very important that I think I need to tell you." Barton's expression was very nervous as soon as he opened his mouth. "But before I tell you about this, there are some things about myself that I want to confess to you first."

"I am all ears." Feng Bujue said.

Barton nodded. As if he had made a great decision, he said: "I... used to be a thief who broke into houses and picked locks."

"Once?" Feng Bujue added.

"Well... yes, of course it's not the case now." Patton explained, "In fact, when I was young, I had a bright future... Oh... let's not talk about it. Anyway, when I was 30, I was imprisoned in Pandongville for two years. It was really terrible there. Even in winter, prisoners only had a coarse linen work suit, and their meals were greasy paste made from gray beans, and there was endless work to do every day. One night, I was cold and hungry, and I was soaked by the rain. I thought I was going to freeze to death..."

"The point, Mr. Patton." Feng Bujue said, "Please get to the point."

"Hehe... I'm sorry." Patton said, "Anyway, that experience had a great impact on me, and I changed my mind from then on."

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

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

"Hmm..." Feng Bujue pondered, "That's strange... Will describing your criminal record help me gain my trust?" He didn't wait for the other party to respond, and continued, "I guess the "very important" thing you are going to tell me will be very unfavorable to someone in this house?"

"How do you know..." Barton didn't finish his words.

Feng Bujue interrupted, "It's obvious... A said something bad about B. If B wants to deny it, the best way is to attack A in return and reduce the credibility of his words. 'Do you really believe what the thief said?' It's probably like this..." He scratched his head, "You also know that others will use your disgraceful experience to make things. So, you might as well tell me first."

"Oh! Sir, you are amazing! You are really a great detective." Barton said with wide eyes.

"Humph... flattering..." Feng Bujue replied "modestly" with a look of satisfaction on his face.

A few seconds later, he said again: "Please feel free to tell me the matter, Mr. Barton. I have no prejudice against you. I can make my own judgment on whether it is true or false."

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

"The basis is..." Feng Bujue understood immediately upon hearing this that the gardener must have seen or heard something.

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

"Let me guess..." Feng Bujue raised his hands, with two fingers on each side, making a quotation mark gesture, "You 'happened' to be pruning the leaves on a certain tree outside that room, right?"

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

"Okay... please continue. 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 seemed to be persuading the master to delete Lady Odetta's name from the will."

"Master refuses?" Feng Bujue asked.

Barton nodded, "Yes, and he was furious and even scolded the young master." His expression darkened, "At this moment, Master Dennis actually said..." (To be continued...)