Thriller Paradise Chapter 29: Feng Bujue’s predicate

"Hold on. M." Suddenly, Jack spoke, "I have heard enough of your unreliable reasoning." He looked at Feng Bujue and said, "Everyone here is basically yours. You have been a murderer, right?" He raised his arm and pointed, "Before you falsely refer to the next innocent person, I would like to ask you to explain first, how do you clean up your own suspicion? How do we know... Are you slapped? The banner of a detective, to help the police solve the case and put blame on others?"

"Huh...good question." Feng Bujue replied, then smiled without saying a word, and put Jack aside.

After a short silence, Georgi turned his head and said to the two police officers: "Detective Schofield, Officer Dempdi, you guys sit down and eat too, look, I have prepared your share too, this Isn’t it served already?"

"Uh...this..." Scofield and Dempdi looked at each other.

The two of them were indeed hungry, and there were still a few vacant seats on the long table. After a few seconds of hesitation, they took their seats unceremoniously.

"Hey! Don't break the subject! You answered my question!" Jack said again.

"Yes." Kolston continued, "I also want to ask you, what is your origin? How can you prove that you are not a murderer? In the study, you used to swear and avoid me. Ask a question, in front of everyone, can you please make it clear?"

Just as the atmosphere was tense, Aunt Oliver returned from the kitchen again, this time she brought soup.

At this juncture, no one got up to help anymore. Every pair of eyes on the dining table looked at Feng Bujue, wanting to hear his response.

Brother Jue took the soup bowl from Oliver, and said comfortably: "It seems...you still don't understand the meaning of my inquiries. It doesn't matter, I will demonstrate it again."

Next, he began a shocking narrative: "I think... the murderer who killed Dennis Lovecraft is me—Feng Bujue!" He said the tone of the line, and It’s exactly the same when targeting others...

"Hey...Is he a fine point...Why am I not surprised at all..." Constable Scofield said in his heart.

The other people at the table basically have the same thoughts as him. Even Aunt Oliver, who was serving the soup, stopped moving and looked at Brother Jue with a crazy look.

"Ms. Oliver, the soup will not taste good when it is cold." Feng Bujue turned his head and said, "Don't mind what I said, you can continue serving the food."

"Uh...ok...ok," Oliver answered dumbly.

"The motive for the murder..." Feng Bujue gently stirred the soup in front of him, and then said just now, "It may be entrusted..." He took a sip of the fish soup in the bowl." Hmm... the taste of the Mediterranean is jumping on the tip of your tongue, whirr..." He blew off a little heat and drank several spoonfuls.

"Feng...Mr. Feng..." Scofield can't turn a deaf ear to these few words, "Are you kidding me?"

"It's funny, isn't it?" Feng Bujue smiled. "If a person says something extremely unfavorable to him in a very calm tone, others will be incomprehensible." He paused. " Detective, who is the murderer, you already know your psychology, don’t you? Please don’t question the conclusion that has been made just because of my few words."

"Uh... alright." Scofield replied. He wiped his sweat on his napkin, and said to his heart: Indeed...Mr. Feng always looks like nothing has happened when he is talking nonsense, from the expression and tone of voice. To judge his fictitiousness, famous detectives are powerful, true and false, unpredictable...

"Where did I go...oh yes, motivation." Feng Bujue continued, "There is one thing that cannot be denied anyway, and that is the life of Dennis and I. Before today, there was no Intersection. This point, even if repeated verification, the result will not change.

So...there are the following motives that can be established for me. First, Dennis and I met each other and looked at him unpleasantly for no reason. He kindly asked me to take a ride, but I secretly wanted to kill him, wanting to put it to death and then hurry up. "He took a few more mouthfuls of the soup, and then said, "Secondly, I am a perverted murderer. There is basically no reason to kill. It is out of interest and pleasure, or just treat it as an after-dinner activity or something. He raised his eyes and scanned the crowd, satisfied with their expressions, "It seems that the first two are not convincing, but the third one may seem larger. "

Feng Bujue leaned back in the chair, spreading his hands, "Maybe, I am a professional killer." He pointed to the dishes on the table with the spoon in his hand, "As you can see, I am so versatile. Compared with the chef, the professional association between the killer and the detective...seems to be stronger, doesn’t it?" He smiled, "As long as the physical condition allows, a good detective can probably become a good criminal. Although I personally prefer a position like a crime consultant, but a professional killer...why not?"

"Yes, it's pretty cool." Miss Nancy took the sentence abruptly. It is obvious that she already understands what Feng Bujue is doing, so... I'm going to talk about it.

"Heh..." Feng Bujue smiled at her, and then said, "So, as a professional assassin, I acted. I checked Dennis' whereabouts in advance and hung in ambush in the mountains. On the road.

What do you think about the plan of ‘put some obstacles in the middle of the road, wear a mask while he is parking, shoot out and shoot assault’? Do not! I wouldn't do that. I decided to pretend to be a car accident victim ~ IndoMTL.com ~ approached before starting.

Then you guys said what should I do? Put on a fake beard or something, hide a gun in your pocket, and shoot him directly on the road when he walks out of the car to talk to me? Then I would be too shameful, it was an insult to my professional name.

I have to follow him to this villa... In a crowded place, let as many people as possible see my face, remember my name, and then look for someone who does not know when it will come At the right time, let him..."

"Enough!" Kolston interrupted, "Your point of view is already very clear, so there is no need to go on."

"You are the one who interrupted, and you are the one who can't listen." Feng Bujue glanced at Jack maliciously again, "I might have served the raspberry vinegar sesame leaf salad and fried bacon tender chicken roll with fig puree. I finished it when I came up, now... heh... I guess I won’t be able to finish it when the dessert comes up."

On the surface, Brother Jue is very arrogantly confronting the father and son, but in fact, he is very grateful to them.

"Sure enough... people can't do without a few enemies... Thank you for helping me hold a chapter." He secretly said in his heart. RS