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Text Chapter 28 The Last Supper

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    Evening, eight o'clock, in the restaurant of the villa.

    Except for the maid Oliver, all the other suspects have taken their seats on both sides of a long table.  Officer Dumpdy was guarding the door of the restaurant. His posture seemed casual, but in fact he was closely monitoring everyone in the room.

    The atmosphere in the restaurant was very depressing, with very little conversation.  Everyone was sitting there, thinking about what was on their minds.  Of course, this is normal Under this roof, a brutal murder took place not long ago.  Who else could maintain a good mood except Feng Bujue?

    "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight, isn't it?" Feng Bujue's figure appeared at the door, attracting everyone's attention.  He seemed to be in high spirits, as if he was sending a signal to everyone, suggesting that he had found the real murderer.

    ¡°However¡­due to his previous performances, the Lovecraft family did not have a very good impression of the great detective.  Although this guy's reasoning is clear, conclusive, vivid, and truebut in the final analysis, his messy slanderous words all have very obvious loopholes, and ordinary people can see through them at a glance.  The kind of loophole that can be refuted by words.

    "It's a pity that I don't have a mold, otherwise I would have made a batch of mooncakes for dessert." Feng Bujue said as he walked towards the dining table. He also held a large paper bag under his arm that he got from nowhere, which seemed to contain  learned a lot.

    Aunt Oliver pushed a trolley and followed Brother Jue into the restaurant.  The cart has three levels and is already filled with dishes.

    "Your kitchen here is really nice, Mr. Lovecraft." Feng Bujue sat down directly opposite the owner and casually placed the paper bag under his chair. "I have been to some restaurants in name only.  So-called 'high-end restaurants' have luxurious facades, luxurious dining environments, luxurious tableware, and luxurious prices. But the kitchen is a mess filled with all kinds of buzzing, crawling invertebrates  Animals, and the chefs in charge are probably the undercover agents sent by animals among humans, because their only talent is to make disgusting dark substances with their hands."

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

    While they were talking, Oliver had already pushed the cart to the dining table.  Since the tableware had been placed in advance, she started serving the food immediately.

    Seeing this, Henderson stood up from the chair and walked towards the cart: "I'm here to 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 quite nice to the servants at home, but he was too embarrassed to let an old man who had only fainted once in the afternoon help carry the dishes.

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

    Feng Bujue obviously had no intention of being polite to the family. Not only did he not get up to help, he also grabbed the half bottle of red wine placed in the middle of the dining table and poured himself a glass.

    "Hmmdomarevallon, 1985" Feng Bujue only took a sip and picked up the bottle to look at the bottle.  "Haha life is really full of surprises." He made a profit with this sip. In real life, this bottle of red wine might be able to exchange him for a game cabin

    "What? Do you also know that winery?" Mrs. Odetta said, "Master, he also likes it very much. Every year we will order a batch of goods there."

    "Ah I know, I know." Feng Bujue shrugged, "It's just my financial conditions do not allow me to make bulk purchases at well-known wineries in southeastern France every year I can stock up in batches.  The only products I¡¯m afraid are toilet paper and carbonated drinks.¡±

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

    "No, today's dishes are all cooked by this Mr. Feng." Oliver replied, then pushed the cart to go to the kitchen to get soup.  On weekdays.  She, Barton and Henderson dined separately from the Master and Madam.  Dr. Powell's home is in a small town, and he usually goes back before evening.  Therefore, it is rare for more than ten people to gather at the same table for a meal like today.

    "Oh?" Nancy turned to Feng Bujue and said, "I really can't tell you still have such skills. This grilled asparagus with salmon roe is already a professional level, right? I think you are more of a detective than a detective.  Suitable for being a cook.¡±

    While others were talking, Feng Bujue was adding red wine to his goblet.Finally, before he finished drinking, he was not ready to hand the bottle to anyone. "I can do many jobs, so this is nothing."

    "Humph If you cook well, you will have to beg for food until you are old." Jack stuffed a piece of asparagus into his mouth. Judging from his attitude, it was obvious that he wanted to find trouble.

    "There's my booger in your plate." Feng Bujue only took a second to calmly say a very lethal sentence.

    Jack¡¯s expression suddenly changed, he coughed and choked, and choked to death.

    "Haha I'm kidding." Feng Bujue said after two seconds, "The plates are randomly placed on the cart, and you allocate them yourself. How is this 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 exhaled, "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 excuse of helping,  I didn¡¯t expect you to actually cookwhat 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-tut sound, not minding that he was eating the appetizers in front of him.  He showed the food in his mouth when he spoke, "Everyone hereisn'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)
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