Chapter 33 The Truth (Part 2)

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"To sum up, the motive of Mr. Barton, or... Mr. John Lovecraft, has become clear." Feng Bujue looked at Jack and Nancy and said, "This of yours This brother's character, ability, and experience are stronger than those of you and Dennis combined. In his twenties, he was already an extremely skilled thief. He has undoubtedly become a more ruthless person.

Today, he is forbearing, persevering, and hiding his secrets. When such a person makes up his mind to kill someone, his execution ability is amazing. What ordinary people would have to prepare and hesitate for at least a few days, he could do immediately.

So... Mr. Button had already taken action before he even got off the branch. He immediately used the pliers on his hand to cut off an iron wire tied to a branch (a method of tying iron wire is commonly used in garden design to make trees grow in a predetermined shape), which was the murder weapon, and took it with him back to the house. . "

Feng Bujue leaned back in his chair and raised his head, "After the shooting incident, Barton took advantage of the opportunity when Dennis was alone in the room and knocked on the door. Dennis didn't know that the previous threatening conversation had been eavesdropped. He thought Barton He was still kept in the dark. Naturally, Barton pretended not to know anything and only said that he was going into the house to do some chores, such as removing insects from the bonsai in the corner. "

"In this case... even if Mr. Button was wearing gloves when he entered the house, Dennis wouldn't find it strange." Schofield continued. The police detective who accompanied Jue Ge throughout the entire investigation and reasoning process still has certain investigative capabilities. At least he has not forgotten these details in the case.

"That's right, detective." Feng Bujue nodded, "So, there was a scene... Dennis was smoking on the sofa chair, while Barton was busy in the blind spot of his sight. Then... the next scene was... It was a murder." He looked at Barton, "Just like you stood up quietly and tried to approach me... When the crime occurred, you quietly and quickly approached Dennis from behind and took out the murder weapon in your pocket. Strangling it to death.

Originally everything went smoothly, but just when you were about to escape, someone knocked on the door of the room.

Mrs. Odetta was worried that the focus of the quarrel between her husband and Dennis was because of herself, so she wanted to talk to the latter. Little did she know that a murder happened to happen in the guest room in front of her. "

"Hmph..." Feng Bujue sneered and continued to talk to Barton, "As I have been emphasizing, you are not a mortal, Mr. Barton, you are very powerful. Ordinary people are likely to act nonsense in this situation. Boss, but you... are as calm as ever, and you have a plan in mind.

The door to the guest room was locked at that time. You were not worried that Odetta would find you. You just had to keep quiet and escape through the window calmly. But for you, this is not enough... Since a murder has occurred, there must be a murderer. And Lady Odetta is the perfect scapegoat.

She has a motive and the ability to commit a crime. The key is... when the murder occurs. She was actually there. "

Feng Bujue tilted his head and said with a smile: "I remember every word you said, Mr. Barton..." he repeated, "'I am about the same age as Master Dennis. In fact, I understand him quite well. If I also have a rich old man Dad, if you want to marry a stepmother who is five or six years younger than me, I will object.'" He smiled again. "Obviously, you said this with emotion. You came to this mansion eight years ago, and Lady Odetta married into the Lovecraft family seven years ago. I think...you back then, You must have the same attitude as Dennis. You both strongly opposed your father's marriage to Odetta, but one was doing it openly and the other was doing it covertly.

No doubt you want Colston's legacy more than Dennis does, don't you? Because he owes you, his indifference and unrighteousness killed your mother, and his alienation and denial of you made you go astray. Even if you finally come to this home many years later, you are still as a gardener, not as the owner.

Then... at least let him use his family property to repay it after his death.

Now that Dennis is dead, if Lady Odetta is convicted of murder... Then in a few years, when Colston steps up and the contents of the will are made public... you, John Lovecraft, can be named Mantra smoothly inherited most of his family property and became the head of the family. "

"What a dangerous guy..." When Schofield heard this, he couldn't help turning his head and staring at Barton's face.

Feng Bujue turned around and said to everyone, "Therefore... Mr. Barton did not plan to escape through the window, but he made an impromptu plan because there was someone outside the door. He locked the window with wire and arranged it into a secret room in order to keep He acted as a backhanded move. Because he knew that a case like this would be difficult to solve in a short period of time with the police force of a local town. As long as he temporarily confuses the situation, there would be opportunities to frame the case later, such as throwing in a key. In the corner of Madame Odetta's room... it was easy for him."

Brother Jue paused and then continued, "After killing the person, Barton disposed of the murder weapon and quickly returned to the villa. If it had been anyone else, he would have probably returned to his room and waited restlessly for the body to be discovered. But he ...He came to my room as quickly as possible and wittily performed a rather interesting performance in front of me.

Those words were half-true and half-false, quite deceptive. The only thing I couldn't figure out at the time was... what was the point of him coming to tell me this? Is it really just for me, an outsider, to persuade this family not to do stupid things?

But soon after the incident, I had an insight into his intentions... Before the body was discovered, Barton subtly instilled a point in my mind: "If anyone is going to kill Dennis, it must be Odetta." lady'. He was really clever because he made up the conversation between Colston and Dennis as if Dennis was going to kill Odetta. The actual situation is the opposite, but it seems logical. "

"Ha..." Feng Bujue sneered and turned his attention to Barton, "Because I said in the corridor, 'I am also a detective after all,' and you went out of your way to do this after committing the crime. What are your thoughts? Yes... Even if your words can't mislead, it doesn't matter. Anyway, you were with me as a detective when the body was discovered. Psychologically speaking, it is very likely that I will directly rule you out as a suspect. outside.”

"Huh..." Barton sighed deeply, "Now that I think about it, coming to you... was a huge mistake." He smiled bitterly, "I underestimated you..."

"Judging from your life experience, you must have a very high opinion of yourself. Ordinary detectives... you wouldn't take them seriously at all." Feng Bujue raised a corner of his lips and said with a smile. "Use this so-called detective to achieve your goals... This is a very ironic and interesting thing. If it were me, I would try it."

After Brother Jue said this, he stood up and stretched, "Actually, if you change the day, change the form, and make it look like suicide or an accident, it might be possible." He yawned, "I'm very happy I want to tell you, "I'll keep up the good work in the future," but this is the second time you've committed a first-degree murder. Even if you're not sentenced to death, you won't have the chance to come out in this life... I can only send you my most heartfelt wishes. One day the jailbreak will be successful.”

"Uh...Mr. Feng, our police are here, so we can say 'successful escape'..." Schofield advised, wiping his sweat.

"You keep talking about prison break when I say it..." Feng Bujue said, "Are you forcing me to complain about your name (Schofield)..."

After Feng Bujue said this casually, he walked towards Barton without any warning. He leaned over and whispered in his ear.

Except for Barton, no one heard what Brother Jue said. After saying that, Feng Bujue turned around and walked towards the door, laughing as he walked...a smile full of malice...

"Where are you going?" Jack asked.

"I'm going to the toilet. Can't you?" Feng Bujue leaned forward and replied in an arrogant tone, "If someone wants to arrest me for theft when I come back, put handcuffs on me again."

Of course, Brother Jue didn't really go to the toilet, he heard the system prompt. Prepare to find a deserted place to teleport.

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It is late autumn again, and there is no trace of green left on the gray wasteland, which is empty and exposed under the sky.

In this place where forest valleys and chaotic hills intersect, roads and telephone poles seem out of place.

My name is Scofield, Greg Scofield, the police chief of a remote town.

The bright moonlight spread soothingly on the earth, illuminating my way forward. Driving in such a scenery always brings back some memories.

At this time a few years ago, I went to the Lovecraft Mansion in the mountains to handle a murder case.

There was a detective who solved the mystery and found the real murderer in less than half a day.

The strange thing is that I mistakenly identified him as another famous detective at the time, but when I saw the photo of that famous detective in the newspaper later, I discovered that they were not the same person...

Later, reports about the murder did not appear in any mainstream media. Even Dennis Lovecraft's obituary was not published in any newspaper. Come to think of it...some big shots took action and suppressed the matter in a low-key manner.

In April of the following year, John Barton, also known as John Lovecraft, was sentenced to death by the Supreme Court. His father, Mr. Colston, died suddenly in a hotel room two weeks before the sentencing.

The cause of death remains a mystery...

In the end, 80% of the Lovecraft family property was divided equally between their second son, Jack, and their third daughter, Nancy. I heard that Jack used his own money to open a large record company in the United States. Their advertising slogan is intriguing - it is their mission to support young musicians with dreams.

The remaining 20% ​​of the property and real estate were inherited by Colston's third wife, Lady Odetta. The lady donated the property in the mountains to the government after her husband's death. It is said that she has now moved to settle near a winery in southeastern France.

The butler Henderson, the family doctor Powell, the maids Olive and Martha, who had served the Lovecraft family for many years, including the lawyer who handled the will, did not receive a penny. Clearly, I was wrong about Colston’s “human nature” and he’s just a selfish, hypocritical asshole. Fortunately, his daughter did not inherit his bad qualities. One month after her father's death, Miss Nancy took the initiative to give these people a due severance package in the form of gifts.

As for the eccentric detective...I never saw him again. The image of his back walking out of the restaurant that day is still vivid in my mind, but he seemed to have disappeared around the corner outside the door and never came back.

Afterwards, I also tried to find out information about this person, but found nothing. He seemed to be a ghost and did not exist in this world at all...

There have been many strange and bizarre legends in this land before me. Maybe...he is also one of them.

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March 1986, No. 1 Detention Center of Lane City, the capital of Assali.

One gloomy afternoon, Barton, wearing prison uniform, handcuffs and shackles, was taken to the interview room by a prison guard. Opposite the glass in front of him sat a richly dressed woman.

The two of them each picked up their own phones and were silent for a few seconds. Then Barton spoke first: "Long time no see, Carol."

Carol didn't respond. She was wearing a large hat with the brim pushed down very low, and there was a veil in front of the brim.

"It seems that you have found out... Humph... You should understand now why I said 'you will thank me'." Barton sneered, "In a sense, he and Colston are really alike. "I investigated him several years ago, and I knew at that time that sooner or later he would kill you, this miserable woman, and use the property he inherited from you to live with his lover," Barton said in a deep voice. Even if it wasn't for myself... I don't regret killing that kind of man at all."

"What you told me..." Carol's voice was also cold, and she seemed like a walking corpse. "Someone has already done it, and there will be a result soon."

"Heh...thank you." Barton smiled.

"Is it really necessary to go to this point?" Carol asked, "He is still your father after all, and with his physical condition, he can't live for a few years, right?"

"This has nothing to do with you." When Barton said this, he suddenly laughed, "You are a very good person, Carol. There are some things that people like you will never understand..." He After a pause, "But there are some people who are not so kind. They will say, 'Since you can no longer enjoy his property as compensation, it is better to let him pay something else'."

After Barton said this, he hung up the phone and laughed maniacally. (To be continued...)