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Text Chapter 29 Feng Bujue¡¯s statement

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    "Wait a minute" Suddenly, Jack spoke, "I've heard enough of your unreliable reasoning." He looked at Feng Bujue and said, "Basically everyone here has been said to be a murderer by you.  Right?" He raised his hand and pointed, "Before you falsely accuse the next innocent person, I would like to ask you to explain how to clear your own suspicion? How do we know are you acting under the guise of a detective?  How about putting the blame on others in the name of helping the police solve the case?"

    "Humphthat's a good question." Feng Bujue replied, then smiled and said nothing, leaving Jack aside.

    After a brief silence, Brother Jue turned around and said to the two police officers: "Detective Scofield, Officer Dumpdy, you guys should sit down and eat too. Look, I've prepared your portions. Isn't this already done?"  Is it served?"

    "Uhthis" Scofield and Dumpty looked at each other.

    These two people were indeed hungry, and there were several empty seats on the long table. After hesitating for a few seconds, they took their seats unceremoniously.

    "Hey! Don't change the subject! You should answer my question!" Jack said again.

    "That's right." Colston continued, "I also want to ask you, where are you from? And how can you prove that you are not the murderer? In the study before, you used bad words to avoid my questions. Now,  In front of everyone, could you please explain it clearly?"

    Just when 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. Every pair of eyes at the dinner table were looking at Feng Bujue, wanting to hear his response.

    Brother Jue took the soup bowl from Oliver and said happily: "It seems you still haven't understood the meaning of my inquiries. It doesn't matter, I'll demonstrate it again."

    Then, he began a shocking narration: "I think the murderer who killed Dennis Lovecraft was me - Feng Bujue!" The tone in which he said this line was different from the previous words directed at others.  Exactly the same as when

    "Heyis he a psycho? Why am I not surprised at all" Constable Schofield thought to himself.

    Others at the table basically had the same idea as him. Even Aunt Oliver, who was serving soup, stopped and looked at Brother Jue with a look that looked crazy.

    "Ms. Oliver, the soup won't taste good when it's cold." Feng Bujue turned around and said, "Don't pay attention to what I say, just go ahead and serve."

    "Uhokok." Oliver responded dully.

    "As for the motive for the murder" Feng Bujue gently stirred the soup in front of him and continued what he just said, "Maybe he was entrusted by someone" He took a mouthful of the bouillabaisse soup in the bowl, "Hmm  The taste of the Mediterranean dances on the tip of the tongue, hoo hoo" He blew off a little of the heat and drank several more spoonfuls.

    "Mr. Feng" Schofield couldn't turn a deaf ear to these words, "You are joking, right?"

    "It's interesting, isn't it?" Feng Bujue said with a smile, "If a person uses an unusually calm tone and says something extremely detrimental to himself, others will be confused." He paused and said, "Detective,  You already know who the murderer is, don't you? Please don't question the conclusion just because of my few words."

    "Uh Okay." Schofield replied. He wiped his sweat with a napkin and thought to himself: Indeed Mr. Feng always acted as if nothing had happened when he was making nonsense. It was impossible to judge from his expression and tone.  False and true, famous detectives are amazing, true and false, unpredictable

    "Where did I say Oh, yes, the motive." Feng Bujue continued, "One thing cannot be denied in any case, and that is that Dennis and I had no intersection in our lives before today. This  One thing, even if you check it repeatedly, the result will not change.

    So in my case, the possible motives for murder are as follows.  First, Dennis and I were enemies at first sight, and I disliked him for no reason.  He was kind enough to give me a ride, but I secretly wanted to kill him and kill him.  "He took a few more mouthfuls of the soup, and then said, "Secondly, I am a murderer myself. I kill people for basically no reason, just out of interest and desire, or just as an after-dinner activity.  .  He raised his eyes and scanned the crowd, and was very satisfied with their expressions. "It seems that the first two are not convincing, but the third one seems more likely."  "

    Feng Bujue leaned back in his chair and spread his hands, "Maybe, I am a professional killer." He pointed at the dishes on the table with the spoon in his hand, "As you can see, I am a versatile person. Compared to  Come the chef, the killer and the detective??'s professional connection seems to be stronger, doesn't it?  He smiled and said, "As long as the physical condition allows, an excellent detective can probably become an excellent criminal."  While I personally would be more inclined towards a position like a criminal consultant, a hitman why not?  "

    "Yeah, it's pretty cool." Miss Nancy said this abruptly. Obviously, she already understood what Feng Bujue was doing, so let's talk nonsense together.

    "Heh" Feng Bujue smiled at her and continued, "So, as a professional killer, I took action. I found out Dennis's whereabouts in advance and lurked in the mountains on his only path.

    What do you think of the plan of "putting a barrier in the middle of the road, and when he stops, rush out wearing a mask and shoot?"  No!  I wouldn't do that. I decided to pretend to be a car accident victim and get close before I strike.

    Then you tell me what should I do?  Wear a fake beard or something, hide a gun in your pocket, and shoot him on the highway as he gets out of the car talking to me?  Then I would be too inferior, and it would simply insult the name of my profession.

    I have to follow him to this villa In a crowded place, let as many people as possible see my appearance, remember my name, and then look for an opportunity that I don't know when it will come.  Go get him"

    ¡°That¡¯s enough!¡± Colston interrupted, ¡°Your point is already very clear, there¡¯s no need to go on.¡±

    "It's you who interrupted, and it's you who couldn't listen." Feng Bujue glanced at Jack maliciously again, "Originally, I might have been able to wait until the Raspberry Vinegar Sesame Leaf Salad and Pan-fried Bacon Chicken Wraps with Fig Puree were served.  That¡¯s all, nowhehI guess I won¡¯t be able to finish it by the time dessert is served.¡±

    On the surface, Brother Jue was very arrogant in his tit-for-tat confrontation with the father and son, but in fact, he was very grateful to these two people in his heart.

    "Sure enough a person can't survive without a few enemies Thank you for helping me support another chapter." He thought to himself.  (To be continued.
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