Chapter 23 Bring Them All

In the silence, Miss Nancy cast a look of contempt at Brother Jue, then stood up and prepared to leave.

I don’t know whether it was out of politeness or sympathy for the poor performance of a certain detective... Before she went out, she turned to Detective Scofield and said, "I hope you two will think clearly before making inferences next time." Let's go." After that, she closed the door.

"Huh..." As soon as the door closed, Feng Bujue took a long breath and continued, "Very good, another suspect has been eliminated."

"Uh... I don't understand. Why don't you just ask her for her alibi in the normal way?" Schofield asked.

"Don't you think my method is more effective?" Feng Bujue said. "Using poor reasoning to probe the client's reaction may yield unexpected gains. At the same time... it can also make them relax their vigilance towards me."

"Is...is that so..." Schofield took out the handkerchief he carried with him and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

"How is that possible..." Feng Bujue thought to himself, "Can you also believe the lines that Officer Memu said when he helped Mr. Kogoro, who was sleeping, to smooth things over... There are many ways to spy on the suspect's reaction... as long as you are thick-skinned enough. , like Furahata (also a fictional detective) who keeps clinging to the suspect and teasing him with various emotions, the other party will definitely reveal his flaws as time goes by.

No matter how I behave, I am working hard for the mission. The nightmare difficulty is indeed worthy of its name... The average chapter is less than 2,500 words, and so far I have only survived two-thirds of it. Just chapters...

It's really not good to go on like this... Although I have basically confirmed that the murderer is Barton, there are still ten chapters left... It's too early to expose him now.

Novels are not animations. Just use a single frame of freeze-frame and add BGM, and then find three voice actors to talk about the script for twenty minutes and you can get away with it.

The novel has to be thought up word by word. It’s not okay for the author to copy and paste a section of the Great Compassion Mantra or something indiscriminately into it...

And purely from a reasoning perspective, there are still many doubts in this case... such as Barton's motive for committing the crime and why he decided to decorate the room as a secret room... are still unknown. I'm afraid these two mysteries can only be solved in the last few chapters, and in the seven or eight chapters before that, as the protagonist, I must flesh out the story...

Although I also thought about killing someone again or something. But the embarrassing length of Chapter 33, which is neither long nor short, has caused me to miss the best opportunity to start...

Why don't I just pick up the ashtray on the table and knock Schofield to death...

But if you think about it carefully, in this strictly restricted nightmare scenario, NPCs are capable of killing me instantly...

Um……"

Brother Jue cleared a lot of nonsense in his mind, then made up his mind and walked towards the door. He opened the door and said to Dumpdy, who was waiting in the corridor, "Officer Dumpdy."

"What are your orders, sir?" Dumpty replied.

"Please invite Henderson, Powell and Button together." Feng Bujue said.

"Three people together?" Dumpdy confirmed.

"Yes, bring them all." Feng Bujue nodded.

"Okay. Just a moment." Dumpdy straightened his collar and turned around.

After Feng Bujue finished explaining, he stepped back inside and closed the study door again.

"What are you going to do?" Schofield asked confused.

"What? Do you think I will continue to call them in one by one for questioning?" Feng Bujue asked, but what he was thinking about was: How could you guess the next development, like "So-and-so's predicate" "If this kind of title continues to be used, the author will not be satisfied.

"Well, yeah," the detective replied.

"Haha..." Feng Bujue said, "Don't worry. Just watch it for a while."

"Uh... To be honest, I don't have anything to say. It's just that Miss Nancy seemed to have put you on the spot just now." Schofield couldn't help it anymore, but he still meant well. I want to stop Feng Bujue's self-defeating reasoning.

"Ha!" Feng Bujue said, "How can I not get off the stage?" He turned his head and faced Schofield, and his expression suddenly changed. Within a second, he put on the extremely embarrassed face from before, "Yes, my tone is trembling, my forehead is sweating, my pupils are dilated, and if you look carefully, you will also find that my left hand is shaking slightly." As he spoke, He instantly returned to normal, "But that doesn't mean I really feel like I can't get off the stage."

The corner of Schofield's mouth twitched: "This..." He didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment. He suddenly felt that the guy in front of him was probably a professional liar, but in every sense, this guy was very powerful... …

"Generally speaking, I won't make inadvertent physical reactions due to emotional influence, unless... I deliberately pretend to be in a certain state." Feng Bujue said, "The expression and small movements will expose a person's weaknesses. And using these to confuse your opponent is a very advanced gaming skill.”

"I won't be fooled anymore... Every time you talk about various theories handsomely, you will lose all integrity in the next chapter... If you complain, I will lose." Schofield thought in his heart, but on the surface he Still polite, "I see...that's how it is..."

"Detectives not only need IQ, but also EQ." Feng Bujue began to talk endlessly, "I personally think that EQ is a combination of guessing ability, intuition and acting skills. People who are smooth and decent are all well versed in this. They can make you act according to their will, but feel comfortable." He paused, "Among the three people who will enter the room next, one has a high EQ. Of course... his IQ is not low, but..."

Dong Dong Dong——

The knock on the door interrupted Feng Bujue's words, and Dumpudy shouted outside the door, "The three gentlemen are here, Mr. Feng."

"Please come in." Feng Bujue turned and sat on the desk, facing the door, looking eager to try.

A few seconds later, three people came in.

The first person to enter the room was Dr. Powell, who was in his fifties, tall and thin, wearing glasses, a white shirt and a black suit vest.

Butler Henderson came in with Barton's help. In fact, he could walk by himself, but Barton was very considerate and helped the old man who was almost frightened to myocardial infarction not long ago.

After Dunpudi brought the man in, he closed the door from the outside according to the old rules.

After the three entered the room, they didn't say hello. Feng Bujue, who was facing them, suddenly said: "I'll be frank..." His eyes swept across the faces of the three people like a gust of wind, "The murderer is among you three." (To be continued...)