“Did… Did you see me nearby at that time, Mr. Feng?” Odetta exclaimed. Her reaction indicated that Brother Jue's speculation was completely in line with the actual situation.

“Well… I just reasoned according to common sense.” Feng Bujue replied, but he was complaining in his heart, "Are you kidding me… Among the previous fabricated deductions, there were quite a few that guessed correctly with made-up content. Now that I'm a little more serious, it's completely accurate… There are still eight chapters left, is this case going to be this simple?"

Madam, you're too honest! Can't an NPC with your looks and temperament have a little more depth? Now that you've said this, isn't the reason for the murderer's locked room being exposed? Next, as long as Barton's motive is revealed, the case will be closed…

Barton, you're really useless, who else can you fool besides Schofield? Speaking of which, even if Schofield handled this case independently, he would be able to solve it in the end, right? In the end, what is the significance of my identity as a 'famous detective'… This case could be solved by an ordinary detective or policeman.

Is it really okay to continue like this… Because the length is too abundant, the insane author has begun to describe me in various bizarre ways… Ever since this guy fabricated the settings of a reading addiction, a deduction addiction, and the inability to feel fear more than a million words ago, he has focused his attention on the plot, and from time to time he delays the writing progress under the pretext of going out to gather material. Now, he has suddenly added the inexplicable attributes of 'weaving incompetence' and 'chuuni cooking' to me, forcibly making up a thousand or so more words. Although it seems to enrich the character's personality, I, this great master, always feel that my style and lower limits have been lowered by him…"

Obviously, Feng Bujue didn't know that the previous protagonist, Wang, who complained about me in the official chapters, was still a virgin when the book was finished. Therefore, he is brazenly defaming me in his mind, please don't mind.

Back to the topic.

Just at this moment, the kitchen door was pushed open from the outside, and Detective Schofield poked his head in, and said after seeing Brother Jue, "Oh, Mr. Feng, you really are here." He paused for a moment, "Wow, are you in charge of the cooking?"

"Yes." Feng Bujue turned his head and replied, "What's wrong? Haven't you ever been in the kitchen to cook?"

"Uh… hehe…" Schofield smiled, "My wife is very good at cooking, she almost never lets me into the kitchen."

"Oh…" Feng Bujue replied perfunctorily, muttering in his heart, "Hey, hey… I just asked casually, you can just answer 'no,' what's the meaning of putting on that smug, happy smile… And saying some superfluous things…

With my deductive ability, the moment I saw your potbelly and the ring on your left ring finger, I already deduced that your wife's cooking skills were good… Your reaction at this moment obviously has the meaning of mocking me…

Sure enough, is it because I acted too cheap before that caused this guy's dissatisfaction…

If you don't like me, why not say it directly… 'Please accept my righteous punch! Mr. Feng!' It's not that hard to say, is it."

"Ah, that's right, I'm here to tell you that Mrs. Carroll, Mr. Coulson, the butler Henderson, Dr. Powell, Mr. Barton, Miss Nancy, and Jack have all gathered in the restaurant." Schofield replied, "Also, if you think it's okay, I'd like to have Karl and Mark take the deceased's body back to town first, you know… although it's late autumn now, and the body is in a body bag, but after a long time, the smell…"

"Ho… you're really loyal, reporting the names of seven people one by one just to make up twenty or so more words, and immediately adding an irrelevant topic behind it to cover it up…" Feng Bujue praised in his heart.

"Well, let's do as you say." Brother Jue still looked calm on the surface, "Oh, right, there's no need to have anyone watch over the crime scene anymore, there's nothing else to investigate anyway."

"Understood." Schofield responded and prepared to leave.

At this moment, Feng Bujue seemed to suddenly remember something, turned his head, and stopped the other party, "Detective!"

"What?" Schofield quickly stopped.

"You said… you worked as a criminal police officer in a big city for many years?" Feng Bujue asked.

Schofield's eyes changed slightly: "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Then, in the police station in the big city, do you have… relatively reliable friends?" Feng Bujue used a rather vague statement.

Schofield understood as soon as he heard it. The real meaning of Brother Jue's words was: "Since you've been around in the city for quite a long time, you should have some connections, right?"

"Heh… I do have a few old friends with good relationships." Schofield changed to another expression, which was the expression he had when he first came to this villa, confident, decisive, and tough.

"Excuse me." Feng Bujue said to the two ladies beside him, while picking up a rag, wiping his hands, and walking towards the kitchen door.

When he reached Schofield, Brother Jue hooked his arm around the other party's shoulder, pushed the door with one hand, and led him out.

"I knew it… Detective, you're not an ordinary person." Feng Bujue smiled.

"You flatter me…" Schofield's smugness was all written on his face. This was praise from a famous detective. For a detective, the sense of superiority at this moment was uncontrollable. To make an analogy, it's like Tony Leung walking up to an extra and saying, "Your acting is really good."

"I'll just say it straight, Detective, I already know who the murderer is." Feng Bujue lowered his voice, glanced at both sides of the corridor, and after confirming that no one was there, he whispered, "But right now, there is still a lack of some information, and the case cannot be finalized. But we have to find out his motive, and the whole case can be solved. So… we need your friend's help."

"What do you mean?" Schofield asked.

"I want you to make a phone call to contact your friend in the city police station, and see if anyone can help you check the past files of this murderer." Feng Bujue said.

"But this… doesn't seem to be in accordance with the procedure…" Schofield said.

Feng Bujue smiled: "That's why we need 'reliable friends'."

Schofield hesitated for a few seconds, and then smiled: "A famous detective is indeed a famous detective… It seems that you are also very familiar with the gray areas in the police world."

"It's nothing, it's nothing…" Feng Bujue said, "I know all the general tricks, such as confiscating some drugs from street punks, taking them to the homes of some scumbags who can't be convicted due to insufficient evidence, and sprinkling them behind the radiator… I also understand."