Chapter 26 Gray Area

() "Could it be...did you see me nearby at that time? Mr. Feng." Odetta said in surprise. Her reaction showed that Brother Jue's speculation was completely consistent with the actual situation.

"Well... I just reasoned it based on common sense." Feng Bujue replied, but he was complaining in his heart: "Did you make a mistake... Many of the nonsense reasoning before were wrong. . Now it’s a little more serious, and there is no deviation at all... There are still eight chapters, how can this case be so simple! "

Madam, you are too honest! Can’t an NPC with your temperament look a little bit civilized? Now that you say this, doesn't it mean that the reason why the murderer arranged the secret room is exposed? Next, as long as Patton's motives are revealed, the case will be closed...

Barton, you are really incompetent. Who else can you fool besides Schofield? By the way, even if Schofield is responsible for handling this case, he will be able to solve it in the end, right? After all, what is the significance of my identity as a 'famous detective'... This case could have been solved by an ordinary detective or police officer.

Is it really okay to continue like this? Because of the excessive space, the crazy author has begun to describe me in various bizarre ways... This guy has made up the stories of reading, reasoning, and incomprehension in more than one million words. After knowing the setting of fear, I focused on the plot, and sometimes delayed the writing progress on the grounds of going out to collect materials. Now I was suddenly given the inexplicable attributes of 'knitting incompetence' and 'secondary cooking'. I just made up an extra thousand or several hundred words. Although it seems to have enriched the character, I always feel that My own style and lower limit have been lowered by him..."

Obviously, Feng Bujue didn't know that the last protagonist Wang who complained about me in the official chapter was still a virgin when he finished the book. Therefore, he is shamelessly slandering me in his mind. Please don't pay attention.

Back to business.

At this moment, the kitchen door was pushed open from the outside, and Mr. Scofield poked his head in. After seeing Brother Jue, he said, "Oh, Mr. Feng, you are really here." He paused and said, "Wow. , are you in charge?"

"Yes." Feng Bujue turned around and replied, "What's wrong? Have you never been in the kitchen to cook?"

"Uh...hehe..." Schofield laughed, "My wife is very good at cooking and almost doesn't let me enter the kitchen."

"Oh..." Feng Bujue answered perfunctorily, muttering in his mind: "Hey, hey... I just asked casually, you can just answer 'no', don't you? Put on that happy smile that doesn't deserve a beating. What do you mean...I also said some unnecessary words...

Based on my reasoning ability, as soon as I saw your pot-bellied figure and the ring on the ring finger of your left hand, I have already deduced that your wife is a good cook... At this moment, your reaction is obviously waiting for an opportunity to ridicule...

Sure enough, it was because I behaved too cheaply before that this guy was dissatisfied...

Wouldn't it be better to just say it if you feel unhappy with me...'Please accept my righteous punch! Mr. Feng! ’ It’s not that difficult to say this. "

"Ah, by the way, I came here to tell you that Mrs. Carol, Mr. Colston, Butler Henderson, Dr. Powell, Mr. Barton, Miss Nancy and Jack have all gathered in the dining room." Schofield replied, "Also, if that's okay with you, I'd like Carl and Mark to take the body back to town first, you know... even though it's late autumn and the body is in a body bag. , but over time, the smell..."

"Huh... you are so loyal. When you announced the names of seven people one by one, you added more than twenty words, and you immediately followed it up with an irrelevant topic to cover up..." Feng Bubu said Jue praised in his heart.

"Well, let's do what you want." Brother Jue still looked calm on the surface, "Oh, by the way, there is no need for people to look at the crime scene anymore. There is nothing that needs further investigation anyway. "

"Understood." Schofield responded and prepared to leave.

At this time, Feng Bujue seemed to suddenly remember something, turned around and called out to the other party: "Detective detective!"

"What?" Schofield stopped quickly.

"You said... you have served as a prison guard in a big city for many years?" Feng Bujue asked.

Schofield's eyes changed slightly: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

"So, do you have any... reliable friends in the police stations of big cities?" Feng Bujue used a rather vague term.

Scofield understood immediately what Brother Jue really meant when he heard this: "Since you have been hanging around in the city for a long time, you must have some connections, right?"

"Huh... I do have some good old friends." Schofield put on another look, the one he had when he first arrived at the villa, confident, courageous, and hard-core.

"Excuse me." Feng Bujue said to the two ladies beside him, picked up a rag, wiped his hands and walked towards the kitchen door.

When he reached Scofield, Brother Jue put his arm around his shoulder, pushed the door open with the other, and led him out.

"I knew...jǐngtan, you are not an ordinary person." Feng Bujue said with a smile.

"Thank you..." Scofield's pride was all written on his face. This was a compliment from a famous detective. For a police detective, this moment of superiority was hard to control. To use a metaphor, it was like Tony Leung walking up to an extra and saying, "Your acting is really good."

"Let me be frank, police, I already know who the murderer is." Feng Bujue lowered his voice and looked around the corridor outside the kitchen. After making sure there was no one, he whispered, "But we still lack some information and cannot make a final decision. So... we have to find out his motives so that the whole case can be solved."

"You mean..." Scofield asked.

"I want you to make a phone call and contact your friends in the city police station to see if anyone can help you check the murderer's past files." Feng Bujue said.

"But this... doesn't seem to be in accordance with the procedures..." Scofield said.

Feng Bujue smiled: "That's why you need friends."

Schofield hesitated for a few seconds and smiled: "A famous detective is a famous detective... It seems that you are also very familiar with the gray areas in the police world."

"Okay, okay..." Feng Bujue said, "I know the general tricks, such as confiscating some drugs from street thugs, taking them to the homes of some scumbags who cannot be prosecuted due to insufficient evidence, and pouring them behind the heater... I also understand." (To be continued.)