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    The police arrived faster than expected, arriving in twenty minutes.  ¡ò¡ò

    During these twenty minutes, Barton helped Mrs. Carol up and sent her to the living room to rest; Butler Henderson was carried back to the room. Since he had not yet fully recovered, he was temporarily taken care of by Aunt Oliver; Jack and  After Powell carried Henderson away, he quickly returned to the scene of the crime.  However, Brother Jue was still on guard and wouldn't let anyone in, including himself.  Even Master Colston, who came after hearing the news, couldn't pass Feng Bujue's test.

    The head of the house is indeed extraordinary. Although he was very excited when he came, when Feng Bujue explained the reason for blocking everyone from entering the scene, Colston quickly calmed down and affirmed  Brother Jue¡¯s approach.

    As a police car with its siren blaring stopped in front of the villa, system prompts also rang in Feng Bujue¡¯s ears.  His mission is updated to:

    Barton answered the door and led several police officers to the door of the room where the crime occurred.

    At this time, there were five people waiting in the corridor. In addition to Feng Bujue, there were also Master Colston, Mrs. Odetta, Master Jack and Dr. Powell.

    Behind Barton came three police officers, led by a detective who was dressed in a suit and casual clothes, wearing a round hat on his head and shiny leather shoes on his feet.  He looks to be about fifty years old, with a slightly chubby body, a well-trimmed beard, and a shrewd and capable look between his brows.

    The other two police officers are relatively young, and one of them has a baby face, looking like a child who has just graduated from school.  Both of them wear uniforms. Judging from the style they are very similar to the British black police uniforms of the 1980s, but there are some differences in details. After all, this is a fictional country, and this difference is understandable.

    "I'm Detective Scofield." The plainclothes detective walked up to the crowd and said.  "Who is Mr. Lovecraft?"

    Colston took a few steps forward with a cane and said, "I am Colston Lovecraft, the owner of the villa" He paused, "The father of the deceased"

    Scofield looked at Colston with sharp eyes for several seconds, making no secret of his suspicion.  Detectives like him have long developed occupational diseases. Rather than looking for evidence, he is better at dealing with "people" and finding breakthroughs in interrogations.

    "So where is the body?" Schofield asked.

    ¡°It¡¯s in that room.¡± Colston pointed to the door beside Feng Bujue.

    "Well, I'm sorry. I borrowed it." Hearing this, Schofield winked to the two men behind him and motioned for them to follow.

    When the three of them walked to the door, Feng Bujue stepped away from the door.

    When Scofield passed by Brother Jue, he looked him up and down.  Without paying much attention, he turned his attention to the door.

    "Huh?" Scofield hesitated slightly when he saw the key was still inserted in the door lock.  He tried turning the doorknob and found that the door was actually unlocked.  Two seconds later, he saw the body on the sofa behind the open door.

    "Has anyone moved the body?" Schofield did not enter the door immediately, but turned around and asked.

    "No." Jack on the side answered.  "The house has remained the same since Carol found the body."

    "Who are you?" Schofield asked.

    "My name is Jack." Jack replied, gesturing in the direction of the body with his chin, "The man sitting there. That's my brother Dennis." He paused and added, "Carol is Dennis.  Wife, she is in the living room now."

    Scofield stared at Jack for a few seconds.  He looked back at the room, "Did you tell everyone not to go in?"

    "No. It's him." Jack pointed at Feng Bujue.

    Scofield turned around, but before he could speak, Brother Jue said, "Hello, police officer, I am Feng Bujue."

    "Feng" When Schofield heard the name, his expression changed. He opened his eyes wide again and looked Feng Bujue up and down again, "What? You said your name is Feng Bujue?"

    From the tone of the other person's question, Brother Jue vaguely felt that the policeman had heard his name. Thinking of the setting in the introduction of the script, he tentatively replied: "Yes, Feng Bujue, I am a detective.  "

    "Oh! Is it really you!" Schofield suddenly raised his voice. He glanced at Brother Jue's face a few more times, as if to confirm something, and then continued, "No wonder I feel familiar. Now I think  Get up, I saw you in the newspaper! You are the famous detective Feng Bujue!"

    "Wellthat's itno matter what name I give to the npc, it will always be""The system will default to the name of the character I play, right" Feng Bujue thought to himself, "Speaking of which I am really a 'famous' detective."  Even the police in a place like this have heard of my name, which means that I am quite famous, basically as famous as Poirot (hercule_, the Belgian detective written by Agatha Christie. I have a close relationship with a certain deep-seated person living in London.  Unlike famous and paranoid narcissists, Poirot is a very famous detective in his setting. Many of his cases have been reported by the media and his name is also well known to the public. It is worth mentioning that in  In the work "Hercules", the author has vaguely hinted that in 1864, the Holmes family visited the Poirot family during their second trip to the European continent. This should also be Christie's first visit to Conan Doyle.  Pay tribute, everyone loves a paranoid.) Come on"

    "Ah, that's right, I'm down there." Feng Bujue still had a calm and unfathomable expression on the surface, and he replied coldly.

    "Oh! I'm still wondering how any ordinary people know how to protect the scene." Schofield said, "It turns out that you are here!"

    At this time, the Lovecraft family members all had very complicated expressions on their faces. This expression had two meanings: first, it was surprise. None of them expected that this guy in front of them was really a famous person.  Detective.  Second, I feel guiltybecause people with secrets don't really want to deal with people who specialize in revealing secrets.

    "Oh! That's great!" Schofield continued, "Please be sure to give us some guidance. With you here, I think the case will be solved quickly."

    "HahaheheI'll try my best." Feng Bujue laughed dryly, but he was thinking in his heart: "Although I am quite confident in my reasoning ability, if the case is solved quicklyis it really good?  ¡­

    This is only the ninth chapter. If the case is solved within five chapters, the remaining twenty chapters will only allow readers to see the garbled codes the author rolled out with his face and keyboard

    By the way, your name is five characters long, and the frequent occurrence of six-character surnames like Lovecraft, as well as the large explanatory paragraph above, are all despicable means of secretly stretching the number of characters  The effect of this method of refreshing the lower limit is actually very small

    Sure enough, if you want to make it to chapter thirty-three, you still have to rely on my strength!  "
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