Chapter 11 Impeccable Reasoning

"Could… could it be that you saw me nearby at that time? Mr. Feng?" Audette exclaimed. Her reaction indicated that Brother Jue's speculation was completely accurate.

"Well… I just reasoned it out according to common sense." Feng Bujue replied, but he was thinking, "Are you kidding me… Among the previous fabricated deductions, quite a few guessed the right content by making things up. Now that I'm being a little more serious, it's completely accurate… There are still eight chapters to go, what's with this case being so simple!"

Madam, you're too honest! Can't an NPC with your looks and temperament have a little depth? Now that you've said this, doesn't that mean the reason for the murderer's locked-room setup has been exposed? Next, we just need to reveal Barton's motive and the case will be closed, right…

Barton, you're really useless, who else can you fool besides Schofield? Speaking of which, even if Schofield came to handle this case independently, he could still solve it in the end, right? What exactly is the significance of my 'famous detective' identity… This case could be solved by an ordinary detective or policeman.

Is this really okay… Due to the excessive length, the insane author has begun to describe me with various bizarre details… Ever since this guy fabricated the settings of bibliomania, deduction mania, and fearlessness more than a million words ago, he has shifted his attention to the plot and occasionally delayed the writing progress under the pretext of going out to gather material. Now, he has suddenly added the inexplicable attributes of 'inability to knit' and 'chuni cooking' to me, forcibly cobbling together another thousand or so words. Although it seems to enrich the character's personality, this daddy always feels that my style and lower limit have been lowered by him…"

Obviously, Feng Bujue didn't know that the last protagonist, Wang, who complained about me in the official chapters, was still a virgin when the book ended. Therefore, he was shamelessly slandering me in his mind, please don't mind it.

Let's get back to the topic.

Just then, the kitchen door was pushed open from the outside, and Detective Schofield poked his head in, saying after seeing Brother Jue, "Oh, Mr. Feng, you really are here." He paused, "Wow, are you 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 laughed, "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 could have just answered 'no', what's with that hateful happy smile… And you said some unnecessary things…

With this daddy's deductive ability, I had already deduced that your wife's cooking was good when I saw your potbelly and the ring on your left ring finger… Your reaction at this moment clearly has a hint of mocking me…

As expected, it's because I was too cheap before that caused this guy's dissatisfaction…

If you're unhappy with me, why not just say it directly… 'Please accept my righteous punch! Mr. Feng!' Those words aren't that hard to say, are they."

"Ah, right, I came to tell you that Mrs. Carroll, Mr. Korston, Butler Henderson, Doctor Powell, Mr. Barton, Miss Nancy, and Jack have all gathered in the dining room." Schofield replied, "Also, if you think it's okay, I'd like to have Karl and Mark take the body back to town first, you know… Although it's late autumn and the body is in a body bag, if it's left for too long, the smell…"

"Hoh… you're really righteous, reporting the names of seven people one by one, forcibly cobbling together twenty or so more words, and immediately following it up with an irrelevant topic to cover it up…" Feng Bujue praised in his heart.

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

"Understood." Schofield responded and prepared to leave.

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

"What?" Schofield quickly stopped.

"You said… you worked as a detective 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 relatively vague wording.

Schofield understood as soon as he heard it, Brother Jue's real meaning was: "Since you've been 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 look, which was the look 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 as he walked towards the kitchen door.

Walking to Schofield's side, Brother Jue put 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 just anyone." Feng Bujue laughed.

"You flatter me…" Schofield's complacency was all over his face. This was a compliment from a famous detective, for a detective, the sense of superiority at this moment was uncontrollable. To put it in a metaphor, it's like Tony Leung walking up to an extra and saying, "Your acting is really good."

"I'll be frank, Detective, I already know who the murderer is." Feng Bujue lowered his voice, looked around on both sides of the corridor, and after confirming that no one was there, he whispered, "But right now, there's still some information missing, and the case can't be closed. But we have to find out his motive, and the whole case can be solved. So… we need your friends to help."

"What do you mean?" Schofield asked.

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

"But that… 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 also smiled: "A famous detective is indeed a famous detective… It seems that you are also very familiar with the gray areas in the police force."

"Easy, easy…" Feng Bujue said, "I know all the usual tricks, like confiscating some drugs from street thugs, taking them to the home of some scum who can't be convicted due to insufficient evidence, and sprinkling them behind the radiator… I understand."