Chapter 30 Arrest

When a fragrant white wine-flavored Kelly's fennel stewed lamb's knees was brought to the table, Feng Bujue leaned over slightly, picked up the paper bag under the chair, and took out a quite large envelope from it.

"You should recognize this envelope, right? Mr. Lovecraft?" Feng Bujue said to Colston.

The latter hesitated for two seconds and then was shocked. In an instant, his expression changed from shock to anger, "You... you thief! This is blatant theft!" He stood up excitedly, pointed at Feng Bujue, and said to Detective Scofield , "Arrest him quickly! Officer!"

"What's going on?" Schofield couldn't figure out the situation for a while, because he didn't know what was in Brother Jue's paper bag.

About forty minutes ago, the detective contacted a former colleague by phone, who was still working in the police department of a big city, and he simply agreed to help Schofield. Twenty minutes later, the police detective called again. The other party had obtained information about the gardener Barton from the archives and faxed it. * Of course there are people like Fawcraft who came over.

From the time Feng Bujue got the fax to when he appeared at the door of the restaurant just now, the police detective didn't know where he went.

"This is a very simple thing." Feng Bujue said, "I just snuck into Mr. Lovecraft's room and stole this will from his safe."

"What!" At this time, everyone at the table was shocked.

"You...this..." Schofield was at a loss.

"Besides, I have already opened it and looked at it." Feng Bujue added in a relaxed tone, "Look, the seal has been torn off." He also showed it in front of everyone, "Don't worry, I I think Mr. Colston's lawyer has a stack of identical copies. Things like wills are usually made in duplicate or even in triplicate, so it doesn't matter if I burn the copy I have."

If Mr. Colston is a burning fire at this moment, then Feng Bujue's words, attitude, and behavior are like firewood, gasoline, and liquefied gas... If the other party was twenty years younger, I would be afraid at this moment. He had already jumped on the table and ran over to kick him.

"I saw something very interesting..." Feng Bujue put the will on the table, picked up the knife and fork, and started eating the mutton.

"Mr. Feng!" Schofield suddenly stood up solemnly and took out a pair of handcuffs from his waist. "You should know that your behavior..."

"It's theft." Feng Bujue interrupted, "Of course I understand... Don't worry, detective, since I took out the things, it's equivalent to a confession, right?" He looked completely indifferent. , "Do you think I'm trying to run away?" He said while eating, "When I solve this murder case, it won't be too late for you to handcuff me and send me to the police station in the town overnight. "

"No! You have to arrest him now! Officer! Why do you listen to a thief?" Colston shouted like a dog jumping over the wall. He stood up from his seat on crutches and walked around the long table with all his strength, all the way from the head of the table.

"Haha... What do you want to do? Take back the will and beat me unconscious with a cane? Will this prevent me from revealing its contents?" Feng Bujue sat calmly, with a leisurely expression, just like the angry man who was looking at him. The old man rushing over was not a threat at all.

Schofield stopped him and said to Colston, who was approaching: "Sir, please don't be impulsive, violence cannot..."

"Sit down!" Suddenly, Feng Bujue shouted loudly. this moment. His tone and demeanor all changed instantly.

With lightning speed, he took out a pistol from the paper bag at hand and raised the gun to aim. His movements were so skillful and fast that it was hard to believe that he was a good citizen...

Brother Jue's gun was not pointed at Colston, but at another person, a person who quietly stood up and tried to approach from the side - Barton.

"I know your skills are good." Feng Bujue looked decisive and cold at this moment. He looked directly at the target, "But my marksmanship is not bad."

The expression on Barton's face changed several times, and the cowardly, kind-hearted, fussy gardener disappeared in just a few seconds. Instead, there was a man who was cold, forbearing, and unpredictable. On his face, you can also see the shadow of another person, that person is the owner of this villa...Colston.

"Officer, do you have a gun?" Feng Bujue stared at Barton and asked.

"Mr. Feng... before things get out of hand, I advise you..." Schofield could not finish his words.

Feng Bujue interrupted: "If you don't have one, just use this one."

At this time, Scofield recovered from the initial surprise and understood the situation. He calmed down, quickly stepped forward, and took the gun from Feng Bujue's hand. Then he raised his gun with both hands, aimed it at Barton, and shouted an order, "Dumpdy, cuff Mr. Barton."

"Yes...yes!" Dumpdy was stunned for a moment, but still complied. Although he didn't understand what was going on before him, he should be right to follow his commander's orders.

When Barton was handcuffed, Colston collapsed. He collapsed on the ground, his whole body seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, and his lost eyes frightened all his family members.

Odetta, Jack, and Nancy all ran over and gathered around Colston, trying to help him.

"At this point, should I call you John Barton?" Feng Bujue said, "Or... John Lovecraft?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room looked at Barton. Everyone, including Oliver, who happened to be pushing a cart through the door, froze...

What happened in just a few minutes and Feng Bujue's words at this moment seemed to have revealed everything.

"When did you start doubting me?" Barton said solemnly.

"When..." Feng Bujue saw that the situation was under control, so he picked up the knife and fork again and put food into his mouth, "On the lawn outside the villa, while investigating with the police detective. "

"Did I leave any traces outside Dennis' guest room window?" Barton asked.

"No, it has nothing to do with that." Feng Bujue said, "It was only after I saw the tree outside Mr. Colston's house that I was basically convinced that you were the murderer."

"You..." Barton was stunned, "Ha...hehehe...hahahaha..." He laughed, and then continued, "I underestimated you, can you even spot that kind of detail... …”

"Ah, of course." Feng Bujue responded coldly, "And after I listed you as a key suspect, the flaws and failures in the clumsy performance you performed in front of me were all revealed one by one. It's revealed." He shook his head, "It's a perfect way to describe you in this case." (To be continued...)