Chapter 404: Feng Bu Jue's Statement
Chapter 404: Feng Bu Jue's Statement
"Wait a minute", Jack suddenly interjected. "I've heard enough of your unreliable reasoning."
He fixed Feng Bu Jue with a stare. "Almost everyone here has been accused by you of being the murderer at some point, haven't they?" Jack raised his arm to gesture broadly. "Before you try framing another innocent person, why don't you explain how we're supposed to clear your own suspicious involvement? How do we know..." The detective's voice sharpened, "you aren't just using your self-proclaimed detective status to manipulate the police and railroad someone?"
"Hmph... Good question", Feng Bu Jue replied with that remark, then simply smiled without further explanation, leaving Jack hanging.
After a brief silence, Feng Bu Jue turned toward the two officers. "Detective Scofield, Officer Dempsey, why don't you two sit down and eat too? Look, I've prepared your portions as well - they've already been served."
"Uh... This..." Scofield and Dempsey exchanged uncertain glances.
The two officers were indeed hungry, and there were still several empty seats at the long table. After hesitating for a few seconds, they politely took their places at the table.
"Hey! Don't try changing the subject! Answer my questions!" Jack shouted again.
"That's right", Kolsten chimed in. "I'd also like to ask - who exactly are you? And how can you prove you're not the murderer? Previously in the study room, you evaded my questioning with hostile words. Now, with everyone present, would you please clarify your position?"
Just as the atmosphere was becoming tense and charged, Oliver Matron re-entered from the kitchen carrying soup.
At this critical moment, no one got up to assist. Every pair of eyes at the dining table remained fixed on Feng Bu Jue, waiting for his response.
As Feng Bu Jue accepted the soup bowl from Oliver, he spoke casually, "It seems none of you still understand the significance of my inquiries. No problem - I'll demonstrate once again."
Then he began a shocking statement: "I believe... the person who killed Dennis.Lovecraft is none other than myself - Feng Bu Jue!" The tone of this declaration was exactly the same as when he had previously accused others.
"Wait... Is he suffering from multiple personality disorder...? Why doesn't this feel the least bit strange to me..." Officer Scofield muttered inwardly.
The others at the table were thinking the same thing, including Oliver Matron who had momentarily stopped serving her soup. She looked at Feng Bu Jue with the expression of someone observing a lunatic.
"Ms. Oliver", Feng Bu Jue turned his head, "the soup will get cold if you don't drink it. Don't mind what I'm saying - please continue serving the dishes."
"Uh... Alright... Alright." Oliver responded numbly.
"As for the murder motive..." Feng Bu Jue gently stirred the soup in front of him, continuing as if nothing had happened. "It might have been a hired killing..." He tasted the Marseille fish soup with a spoonful. "Hmm... That Mediterranean flavor dancing on the tongue... Ahhh..." He blew away some steam before taking several more spoonfuls.
"Mr. Feng..." Scofield couldn't ignore these words. "You're joking, right?"
"Isn't it fascinating?" Feng Bu Jue smiled. "When someone speaks with abnormal calmness about matters extremely detrimental to themselves, observers naturally become confused." He paused. "Detective, you already have your own conclusion about who the murderer is, don't you? Please don't let my few words cause you to doubt your already established judgment."
"Uh... Well." Scofield replied, wiping his brow with a napkin as he thought: Indeed... Mr. Feng always maintains that indifferent expression when making up stories. From his facial expressions or tone, it's impossible to determine what's real or fake. This celebrated detective is truly amazing - blending truth and falsehood in a profound, unfathomable way...
"Where was I... Oh right, the motive." Feng Bu Jue continued. "There's one undeniable fact - before today, my life and Dennis's had absolutely no intersection. This conclusion will remain unchanged no matter how many times it's verified.
Therefore, the possible murder motives that could apply to me are as follows. First, I might have hated Dennis on sight without any reason. Perhaps when he kindly offered me a ride, I secretly developed murderous intentions, wanting to kill him immediately." He took a few more bites of his soup. "Second, I could simply be a psychopathic killer who commits murders without any reason, just for interest and pleasure, or treating it as a post-dinner activity."
He lifted his eyes to scan everyone's expressions, clearly satisfied with their reactions. "The first two possibilities don't seem very convincing, but the third option might be more plausible."
Feng Bu Jue leaned back against the chair, spreading his hands wide. "Perhaps I'm a Class Killer." He pointed the spoon in his hand at the dishes on the table. "As everyone can see, I'm quite talented. Compared to chefs, the professional correlation between killers and detectives might actually be stronger." He smiled. "As long as their physical condition permits, outstanding detectives can often become exceptional criminals too. While I personally prefer more of a criminal consultant position, why not a Class Killer?"
"That's right, pretty cool", Miss Nancy suddenly replied. Clearly, she had already figured out Feng Bu Jue's intentions, so... she might as well join in this ridiculous banter.
"Heh..." Feng Bu Jue smiled at her before continuing, "So I, this Class Killer, commenced my operation. I first investigated Dennis's whereabouts thoroughly, then set an ambush in the mountains along his necessary route.
What do you think of this plan - placing obstacles in the middle of the road, wearing a mask to rush out and commit crimes with a shotgun while he stops? No! I would never do something so crude. Instead, I decided to disguise myself as a car accident victim, approaching him before striking.
Then you might ask me - should I wear a fake beard, hide a gun in my pocket, and shoot him dead on the highway when he gets out of the car to speak with me? That would make me too mediocre, an utter disgrace to my class.
No, I followed him to this villa... Choosing a place with many people around, ensuring as many witnesses as possible could see my face and remember my name. Then I would wait patiently for the right opportunity to..."
"Enough!" Kolsten interrupted. "Your point is already clear. There's no need to continue."
"You're the one who interrupted me", Feng Bu Jue shot back with a malicious glance at Jack, "and you're the one who can't stomach the truth. Originally, I might have finished explaining before the raspberry vinaigrette spinach salad and pan-seared bacon chicken rolls with fig puree arrived. Now... hmph... I probably won't finish until dessert is served."
On the surface, Feng Bu Jue appeared arrogant and confrontational with that father-and-son duo, but deep down, he was actually quite grateful to the two men.
"Indeed... It's impossible for a person to function without enemies... Thank you once again for helping me fill an entire chapter." He mused inwardly.
(End of Chapter)
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