Chapter 20: Jack's Statement (Part 2)

"Is the motive... hum..." Feng Bujue started to ramble, "I can see... the relationship between you two brothers is not that good. To say it is 'thin' wouldn't be too much, right?" He shrugged, " My brother has a stable personality and a successful career. But you are already in your thirties, and you are basically accomplishing nothing and have no fixed source of income.”

Brother Jue's ability to imagine is truly outstanding. He continued: "Character determines destiny, Jack. I have seen many young people like you. They talk about 'chasing dreams', but in fact they just use the word 'dream'." As an excuse for indulgence and a way of self-deception," he picked up the pamphlet in his hand, flipped through it and read, "When you were nineteen, you dropped out of college and joined a third-rate team despite the opposition of your family. ...I'm sorry...for the next five or six years, you and your band traveled and played gigs, mostly without making any money, and your performances were met with mixed reviews. No, so basically...you guys are using your family's money to pay for your so-called 'dream'."

"Hmph...what do you know? How can someone like you understand the connotation of the music we make? You are just a small citizen who has been brainwashed by warmongers, religiousists and bureaucrats." Jack said disdainfully, "You are obviously younger than me! Why do you use a condescending tone..."

"You are like a cockroach." Feng Bujue interrupted the other party and said in a cold tone, "A half-hearted hippie, a pioneer of non-mainstream culture. I know people like you very well... selfish, self-centered, You are greedy for pleasure and lazy to work. You rebel against the values ​​​​instilled in you by the previous generation. Do you really have your own views? You hate the greed of the plutocrats, lament the narrowness of traditional morality, and oppose the inhumanity of war, so you use rock music to express your opinions. You express your dissatisfaction and show your cynicism. You shout "love and peace" and think you are "innocent, excited, and great", but the world cannot be changed by relying on these.

Eventually, when all this passes. One day, your parents will grow old. Because you use various high-sounding reasons to shirk your social responsibilities as an adult, your youth is ultimately wasted in meaningless escape. When you look back, there's a stupid young man standing behind you with an embarrassing haircut, smoking weed, and shouting empty slogans.

Your idealistic things sound wonderful, but you don't have the ability to realize them. Thoughts are thoughts, and there is nothing wrong with thoughts, just like Marxism. Can you say that it is wrong? But a group of people are divorced from reality and hold high lofty ideas. In fact, people who live a parasitic life will only be annoying. "

Jack was dumbfounded. Not only Jack, but also Schofield was dumbfounded. The two of them had no idea how to answer the conversation.

"I used to be a cynical person, Jack." Feng Bujue leaned back in his chair, raised his head and said leisurely, "If you feel like a guy like you who makes trash music, smokes marijuana, picks up girls, and travels around at his own expense , it can be regarded as changing the world. Then Martin Luther King and I can form a rap group and make a record." He rested his head on his hands, "You think you can just say a few words in your work that imply society and anti-government. Can your words change the world? I have tried it before, but it didn’t work.”

"Uh..." Jack was completely stunned. His family and friends would not tell him these views, and even if they did, they would not be so sharp.

"Let's go back to the topic just now..." Feng Bujue turned a page in the booklet and continued. "Five or six years later, your band signed with an equally unpopular record company and released an album. But the sales were obviously not very good because the company went bankrupt soon." He paused, " Soon after that, your band broke up. Later, you went to North America and found a job writing music for TV commercials to make a living..." His irony was palpable, "Working for those fat-minded plutocrats. how do you feel?"

Jack couldn't refute, so he could only change the subject: "Does this have anything to do with my brother's death?"

"Don't worry, we'll talk about it soon, buddy." Feng Bujue said with a smile, "Ideals are very beautiful, but to talk about ideals, you must first be able to withstand the blow of reality." He spread his hands, "You are Lucky, Jack, because you were born into a wealthy family. For you...a superior life, the right to receive education, and financial resources after dropping out of school, these are all things you have already achieved." He paused. "And you are also unlucky, also because you were born into this wealthy family, and the fist of 'reality' fell on your face too late..."

The life your father gave you is beyond the reach of many people, but you squandered it.

A few years ago, when your father finally had enough patience and stopped all financial assistance to you. As you are nearly thirty years old, for the first time in your life, you are alone and face the monster of 'reality'. You discover that "living" is not that simple.

In the adult world, nothing is simple and nothing is taken for granted. If you want to eat, you have to work; if you want to live a superior life, you have to work harder; if you want to be a superior person, you have to excel.

To change the world... hum... I won't discuss this topic with you. "

Feng Bujue stood up from the chair and walked slowly over. "Now you must know better than anyone what it's like to have no money. Living in a cheap hotel without hot water, sleeping on a dirty bed, eating only two meals a day, each with only bread and tap water, and being worried about being rejected after sending out the songs you wrote, because that means starving..." He walked in front of Jack and looked down at him with a gaze that seemed to see through everything. "A young man like you, after such ups and downs, must have become much tougher. And your fear of poverty is greater than those who have never been rich."

Brother Jue sneered and continued: "In recent years, your father's health has been getting worse and worse. This is undoubtedly a very bad sign... If he dies, what will he leave for you, the rebellious second son? In the hearts of this family, aren't you an irresponsible, only A playboy who hangs around and asks for money? No matter how much family property is left to you, it will be squandered... "

Jack's eyes showed that he wanted to defend himself, but Feng Bujue immediately increased his tone and speed, not giving him a chance to interrupt, "Let's not talk about how much the stepmother who came in seven years ago and your sister can get... If it is according to the general order of inheritance, Dennis, it is undoubtedly a huge obstacle for you to get the inheritance. "Although it was a false accusation, his words were indeed reasonable, "You brothers' relationship is not very good, for this family property that can change your life... Isn't it natural for you to have murderous intentions towards him..."

Schofield continued, "Well... makes sense. Today's quarrel became the fuse. You made up your mind in the corridor, went back to the room to plan, and then carried out the murder. "The detective basically understood Brother Jue's nonsense routine, and it was natural for him to help appropriately.

"You guy..." Jack really didn't expect that through the information he and his family revealed to Officer Mark, this detective could actually describe his mental journey in the first half of his life vividly... In fact, Feng Bujue himself didn't expect it either... He just combined the descriptions of Jack by different people, roughly sorted out the experiences of the second young master over the years, and then made up his mind and speculated on the other party's inner changes at different stages of life, and irresponsibly used his novelist's talent to string them together. Unexpectedly, all of them were right... Including the fact that Jack intended to kill Dennis, which was indeed true. Jack gritted his teeth and laughed in anger, "Okay, since the two of you have talked about this..." He stood up and spread his hands, "Then I'll say it clearly..." He sneered, "Anyway, I didn't kill anyone, whether there is a motive or not... Before Carol found the body, I stayed in my room to pack my luggage and didn't go out at all. I didn't kill anyone, I didn't kill anyone, I won't plead guilty, if there is evidence, you can arrest me." As he said, he put on a rogue look and stretched out his hands to Scofield. (To be continued...)