Chapter 24 Reasoning Should Be Done After Dinner

At this moment, the expressions of the three people suddenly changed, and Feng Bujue captured every change in their faces, as well as the fleeting and imperceptible information hidden in their eyes.

"Haha..." Two seconds later, Feng Bujue laughed, "Okay, I'm done, please come back."

"What?" Except for Brother Jue, the other four people in the room asked this question at the same time and instinctively.

"Wait... what do you mean?" Powell asked, "What do you mean by 'please come back'? You called us here, said that one of us is the murderer, and then let us leave?"

"Yes." Feng Bujue said, "I will reveal the real murderer in about eight chapters...oh no, I mean, around eight o'clock."

"Uh...Mr. Feng." Schofield interrupted, "Can I ask...why you have to wait until eight o'clock?"

"Hey~ As the saying goes, reasoning should be done after dinner." Feng Bujue replied.

"What kind of common saying is this... How come I've never heard of it... You just made it up..." Scofield uttered three sentences in his mind, but on the surface he still didn't feel good about it, because he himself was still There is no way to identify the murderer, and there is no evidence. Now we can only rely on this eccentric detective to help.

"Ha...haha...Okay...Okay..." Schofield continued to wipe his cold sweat with a handkerchief, "Then it will be as you wish..."

"This is too strange!" Powell said, "If you know who the real murderer is, you should bring him to justice immediately! If you let a murderer live in the same room with us, everyone will be in danger Bar?"

"There are four police officers stationed here, how can there be any danger?" Feng Bujue replied in a relaxed tone, "Besides, you should also know very well... Before I said the words 'The murderer is among the three of you' , you have always been under the same roof as the murderer, haven’t you?”

"But now that you have spoken out, the situation is..." Powell said very nervously, his peripheral vision always glancing in the direction of Barton.

Feng Bujue interrupted. "You don't need to say any more. I've seen this trick a lot." He paused, "Dr. Powell, you made such a big reaction and looked frightened because you wanted to pretend Become an innocent person to avoid suspicion?"

"This..." Facing this false accusation, Powell was speechless for a moment.

Henderson and Barton also cast suspicious glances at him, and the atmosphere became very strange.

Feng Bujue just sneered at the actions of these guys. He turned to Schofield and said, "Detective. During the period before dinner, please bring these three people, as well as Carol, who I asked about before, Colston, Jack, and Nancy, please gather in the restaurant together so that we can monitor them more easily," he said as he bypassed the three people in front of him and walked toward the door.

"Where are you going? Mr. Feng." Schofield asked.

"Kitchen." Feng Bujue replied, opened the door and went out.

The four people left in the study looked at each other in confusion. Extremely embarrassing.

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The kitchen in this villa is quite good, almost comparable to the configuration of some small Western restaurants.

The kitchen door is naturally a double-flap movable door that can be pushed or pulled. It can be pushed open with your hands, feet, or a push cart, making it very convenient to carry food in and out. Feng Bujue pushed the door open and entered. What you see is a spacious, clean and beautiful environment.

For a home kitchen, the equipment in this place is amazing... kitchen cabinets, griddles, curium stoves, ovens, barbecue grills, fryers, stoves, shelves, worktops, fresh-keeping tables, freezers, mixers, minced meat machine, slicer, egg beater, etc... Except for the extreme configuration of the stone wall oven, there is basically everything here, so you can host a cooking competition.

"Ah. Mr. Feng, why are you in the kitchen?" At this time, Mrs. Odetta put on a long-sleeved, knee-length plain dress and wore an apron. Busy in front of the stove with Aunt Oliver.

"To prevent you from poisoning everyone's dinner." Feng Bujue replied.

The movements of Odetta and Oliver's hands were stagnant, their eyes widened, and they looked at Brother Jue with a mixture of surprise and suspicion.

"Hahaha...I'm just kidding, ladies." Feng Bujue said with a smile, "As a guest, you should come to the kitchen to help me, right?"

"Oh, sir, your jokes are not funny at all." Aunt Oliver is undoubtedly a straightforward person. She quickly started busy at the cooking table again, "We are almost overwhelmed, but you still say some scary things." if."

Odetta smiled politely, "Mr. Feng, are you sure you can help? Don't force it..."

"Are you afraid that I will cause trouble? Huh..." Feng Bujue's eyes were covered by the hair on his forehead. In the shadow, a fierce light emerged from his eyes, "Naive... so naive... I won't let you see me. You won’t understand his artistic skills..." After he finished his second line, he was stunned for a moment, "Wait, it seems more appropriate for Jin Fugui to say this line... Anyway..." He said He picked up a kitchen knife, grabbed a piece of red meat and started cutting it at high speed. His hand speed was so fast that he created layers of shadows, and the sound of falling knives as densely as a typewriter came from the chopping board, "Hahahahaha... let me have a taste of this gorgeous killing!"

The two ladies in the kitchen had never seen such a battle before. They stood there for a moment, looking at Brother Jue's performance in bewilderment.

Another characteristic of this weirdo Feng Bujue is that... when he cooks, he becomes extremely chuuni. If his usual chuuni value (don't ask me what this is, I don't know, anyway, it just appeared in my mind) is about 250, then his chuuni value when cooking will explode to between 9527 and 10086.

Habit... is indeed a terrible thing...

After his parents died, Feng Bujue, who lived alone, naturally cooked frequently. He is not a person who pursues luxury and vanity, but if conditions permit (it depends on how much money he has in his pocket), he will try his best to ensure the quality of life. Therefore, this guy's cooking skills are getting better and better without knowing it... and in the process, he has developed the habit of talking to himself while cooking and doing all kinds of exaggerated behaviors.

"First, put a layer of oil on the pan and heat it up." Feng Bujue said as he worked, "Cut the beef into thin slices and put it in a bowl, add salt, pepper, soy sauce, and mustard seeds, and rub it carefully to make it taste good..." As he said that, he picked up a celery and chopped it up like lightning, "Put the beef, beef liver, and celery together in the heated pan and stir-fry over high heat..." He spent a few minutes to complete a side dish with good color, aroma and taste.

"Huh... The strength shown by this mustard beef liver and celery stir-fry is enough to convince you..." Feng Bujue wiped his hands with a rag and said proudly.

Mrs. Odetta and Aunt Oliver took a piece of beef liver with their hands and tasted it doubtfully. It was so delicious that it was unbelievable...

"Mr. Feng... Were you a chef before you became a detective?" Odetta said in surprise.

Feng Bujue slowly walked to the side, took down an apron from the wall and tied it on himself. He smiled proudly and continued, "So...please leave the preparation of dinner to me, and you two can just give me a little help." He paused, "By the way...please answer a few questions for me during this time." (To be continued...)