Chapter 5 I Am a Detective After All

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Feng Bujue followed the housekeeper upstairs. When he passed the corner of the stairs, he found a travel bag thrown by the aisle. It must have been thrown by Master Jack after hearing the gunshot.

More than a minute later, Feng Bujue followed Henderson to the door of the master bedroom on the second floor. The door was open, and there was a fierce argument in the room.

One of the voices was obviously Dennis, who shouted excitedly: "This has nothing to do with you! Jack!"

Jack was not to be outdone and replied: "Hey! I'm not a three-year-old child. I have the right to know what you said to my dad to make him so angry!"

"Enough!" The third voice sounded, which was a relatively unfamiliar voice to Feng Bujue. It sounded low and powerful, "Shut up!"

Bang——

Another gunshot, judging from the sound, it was fired by the same gun.

At this time, Odetta and Carol had also heard the noise and came over. They appeared from the other end of the corridor.

"Oh, my God! What happened..." Odetta said with a worried look on her face.

Carol's expression was similar to hers, and she seemed uneasy.

There were more people attracted here by the gunshots. Oliver, the maid, and Barton, the gardener, whom Feng Bujue had seen before, and another tall and thin man in his fifties wearing glasses, who he had not seen yet, also appeared in the corridor one after another. Everyone's face was full of doubts, and they all said "What happened?" "I heard gunshots."

"Master, two young masters..." Butler Henderson was the first to step into the door, "This..."

No one in the room answered him, and the scene fell into a depressing silence.

Feng Bujue didn't care about that. He quietly approached and looked into the room over Henderson's shoulder. There were three people in the bedroom in front of him, in addition to Dennis and Jack, the third one. It was naturally the master of the Lovecraft family.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Dennis's appearance was already tall and handsome, but compared with his father, his temperament and momentum were far behind.

The appearance of this head of the family was unforgettable at first sight. He had a resolute face, clear contours, cold and calm eyes, and his every move revealed a kind of majesty of a superior, giving people a feeling of transcendence, unquestionable and inviolable.

"Well... no wonder he could marry a wife who is 30 years younger than himself. It's really quite stylish." Feng Bujue thought. His eyes moved quickly, observing every detail in the bedroom.

At this time, the master was sitting on a sofa chair, wearing a crimson nightgown, holding a six-shot classic Colt revolver with a silver body and wooden handle in his hand, and the muzzle was still smoking.

Dennis and Jack were both standing two meters away from him, and they didn't look like they were injured.

"Tsk... So they just fired at the ceiling as a demonstration..." Feng Bujue thought to himself. His mentality of wanting to cause chaos in the world is really not desirable. "The question mark after the title of the previous chapter is for this..."

"Colston!" The tall and thin man in the corridor hurried over, "Excuse me, please let me pass." He squeezed past Feng Bujue and Henderson and walked into the bedroom. He said to the old man, "Colston, are you crazy... Put the gun down quickly, what if you hurt someone?"

"Yeah... If I commit a crime in front of so many people, how can I last thirty-three chapters..." Feng Bujue complained in his heart.

"Hmph..." Colston put the gun on the small table beside the chair, took a deep breath, and then looked up at his two sons and said. "You two go out first."

Dennis and Jack looked at each other, full of gunpowder, but neither of them said anything, just followed their father's order and left the room.

"Powell, you stay, I have something to say to you." Colston said to the tall and thin man, it seems that he is the "Dr. Powell" mentioned by Odetta before.

After the two sons left the room, Colston signaled Powell to close the door.

The atmosphere in the corridor was a little awkward. Obviously, everyone had their own speculation about what Dennis and Colston had said before, so everyone's eyes were telling a special emotion.

"Honey, are you okay?" Carol came up and held her husband's hand with concern.

"Don't worry, honey..." Dennis was very good at hiding his true emotions. After walking out of the door, his expression had returned to normal. "Father is just... angry about some trivial things. You know, his temper has become more and more irritable in recent years. I think it may be related to his illness."

"Ha! It's like the truth." Jack sneered and turned to leave.

"Is that how you talk to your brother?" Dennis shouted.

"You should be glad that I don't have a gun like that." Jack spoke frivolously. Maybe he didn't feel it himself, but the implication of this joke was very dangerous. In Feng Bujue's opinion, if Dennis was killed soon, this line would basically constitute a key suspect flag.

After Jack finished speaking, he headed towards the stairs, probably to get his luggage that he had left behind. Dennis snorted coldly and didn't call him again.

As an outsider, Feng Bujue naturally found it inconvenient to interrupt. He just observed everyone's reactions calmly... the housekeeper Henderson, the gardener Barton, the maid Oliver, Mrs. Carol, and Mrs. Odetta. In Brother Jue's opinion, all of them hide some ulterior secrets.

"Okay, let's all disperse. There's nothing to see. It's okay." Dennis loudly asked everyone to leave. As he was talking, he realized that Feng Bujue was also present, so he stepped forward and said, "Oh, Mr. Feng, I'm so sorry. , I made you laugh. That...my father was a soldier, and that gun was a souvenir from the war..."

Feng Bujue was not interested in this perfunctory explanation. He directly replied in a very open-minded tone: "Oh, it's okay. I'm used to seeing this kind of scene. I'm also a detective after all."

These words seemed to freeze the air. The movements of those who were leaving were obviously stagnant. Even Jack, who had walked far away, turned back to look at Feng Bujue.

The expressions on the faces of Dennis and his wife also changed slightly. Although Feng Bujue had already mentioned this when they were chatting in the car, Dennis and Carol didn't take it seriously at all at that time. A car accident survivor with a slight concussion who can't even tell his birthday or the era he lived in. He can say that he is an astronaut. Who would believe it...

However, at this moment, Feng Bujue had tidied up and changed into a clean outfit. Looking from top to bottom, this person's eyes are clear, his body is in good condition, his speech and behavior are clear, and his words are measured. It seems... he might actually be a detective. (To be continued...)