Chapter 28 The Last Supper

Evening, eight o'clock, in the dining room of the villa.

Except for the maid Oliver, all the other suspects have sat down on both sides of a long table. Officer Dumpudy stood by the door of the dining room. His posture seemed casual, but he was actually closely monitoring everyone in the room.

The atmosphere in the dining room was very depressing, and there was little conversation. Everyone sat there, thinking about their own thoughts. Of course, this was also normal... Just under this roof, a brutal murder had just happened not long ago. Except for the weirdo Feng Bujue, who could keep a good mood?

"Isn't the moon beautiful tonight?" Feng Bujue's figure appeared at the door, attracting everyone's attention. He looked very excited, as if he was sending a signal to everyone, suggesting that he had found the real murderer.

However...because of his previous performance, the Lovecraft family did not have a very good impression of this great detective. Although this guy's reasoning is clear, convincing, vivid, and serious... But in the final analysis, all his messy slanderous words have very obvious loopholes, and they are the kind of loopholes that ordinary people can see through at a glance and refute with a sentence.

"It's a pity that there is no mold, otherwise I would make a batch of mooncakes as dessert." Feng Bujue said as he walked towards the dining table. He had a large paper bag under his armpit that he got from somewhere, and it seemed to contain a lot of things.

Aunt Oliver pushed a small cart and followed Brother Jue into the restaurant. The cart has three layers, which are now full of dishes.

"Your kitchen is really nice, Mr. Lovecraft." Feng Bujue sat down in front of the host and casually placed the paper bag under his chair. "I've been to some so-called 'high-end restaurants' that are only famous for their luxurious facades, luxurious dining environments, luxurious tableware, and luxurious prices. But the kitchen is a mess... full of all kinds of buzzing and crawling invertebrates, and the chefs in charge are mostly undercover sent by those animals to humans, because their only talent is to use their hands to make disgusting dark matter."

"If you want to use a compliment as a way to start a conversation..." Colston looked at Brother Jue coldly and replied. "Just say the first sentence, there's no need to take the opportunity to share your past unpleasant experiences with us."

As they talked, Oliver had pushed the cart to the dining table. Because the tableware had been placed in advance, she started serving the dishes directly at this time.

Seeing this, Henderson stood up from his chair and walked towards the cart: "I'll help you, Oliver."

"No, sit down, Henderson." Jack quickly stood up and walked over, pushing the old butler back to the chair. "Let me do it." The second young master was still nice to the servants at home, and he was embarrassed to ask the old man who had fainted once in the afternoon to help carry the dishes.

Soon, a plate of appetizers was placed in front of everyone.

Feng Bujue was obviously not going to be polite with this family. Not only did he not intend to stand up to help, he also grabbed the half-bottle of red wine in the middle of the dining table and poured himself a glass.

"Hmm... dorevallon, 1985..." Feng Bujue only took a sip and picked up the bottle to look at the bottle. "Heh... life is full of surprises." He was lucky. In real life, this bottle of red wine could probably be exchanged for a game cabin...

"Why? Do you know that winery?" Mrs. Odetta said, "The master likes it too. We order a batch of goods there every year."

"Ah... I know it." Feng Bujue shrugged, "But... my financial conditions don't allow me to consume in bulk at the famous winery in southeastern France every year... The only goods I can stock up in bulk are probably toilet paper and carbonated drinks."

"Oliver..." Miss Nancy on the other side of the table suddenly said, "Did you make this dish?" She looked at the food on the plate in front of her. There was a little doubt on her face.

"No, today's dishes are all made by Mr. Feng." Oliver replied, and then pushed the cart to the kitchen to get soup. On weekdays. She, Barton and Henderson ate separately from the master and the lady. And Dr. Powell's home was in the town, and he usually went back before dusk. Therefore, it is rare for more than ten people to eat at the same table like today.

"Oh?" Nancy turned to Feng Bujue and said, "I can't tell... you have such skills. This charcoal grilled asparagus with salmon roe is already professional level, right? Compared to a detective, I think you are more suitable to be a cook."

While others were talking, Feng Bujue was adding red wine to his goblet. It seemed that he was not going to hand over the bottle in his hand to anyone before he finished drinking it. "I can do a lot of jobs, this is nothing."

"Humph... you cook well, and you will beg for food until you are old." Jack stuffed a piece of asparagus into his mouth. Judging from his attitude, he was obviously trying to find fault.

"There is my booger in your plate." Feng Bujue took only one second to calmly say a very lethal word.

Jack's expression suddenly changed, and he coughed and choked, choking to death.

"Haha... I'm kidding." Feng Bujue said after two seconds, "The plates are randomly placed on the cart, and you also distributed them yourself. How could this be possible."

"You..." Jack wanted to curse, but there were elders and ladies at this table. It was really difficult for him to have an attack, so he could only wipe his mouth with a napkin and swallow the air in his stomach.

"Look, my analytical skills are quite convincing." Feng Bujue said with a smile.

"Okay, Mr. Feng." Colston said, "Let's stop the gag." He looked at Brother Jue, "You let the police officers restrict our freedom and claimed that you knew who the murderer was. , but you refused to say it." He breathed, "Odetta said you went to the kitchen to help more than an hour ago. I thought you were just asking her and Oliver for the reason of helping. I didn’t expect you were really going to cook... What on earth do you want to do?”

"Haha... What do you want to do?" Feng Bujue picked up the knife and fork and began to eat the appetizers in front of him. "You are asking knowingly, Mr. Lovecraft." He chewed the asparagus and made a tut-tsk sound, not minding that he was eating the appetizers in front of him. He showed the food in his mouth when he spoke, "Everyone here...isn't you looking forward to a mystery show? Ha... don't worry, the famous detective Feng Bujue will not let you down, I will serve it now Play." (To be continued...)