Chapter 11 This Shouldn't Be the Author's Red Herring...

"This shouldn't be the author's red herring, right..." Feng Bujue thought to himself, "The mission has already been updated, and judging from the wording like 'inspect the scene' and 'wait for the police,' this is definitely a murder case."

"Feng...Mr. Feng." Barton looked at Feng Bujue, somewhat at a loss, "Did you hear that..."

Feng Bujue replied, "In any case... let's go take a look first." He strode toward the door, waving for Barton to follow him.

The two ran through the corridor toward the direction of the scream.

This time, the scream came from the first floor, on the east side of the villa, which was directly symmetrical to Jue-ge's room.

Feng Bujue and Barton were the first to arrive at the scene after hearing the scream. After turning a corner in the corridor, they saw Mrs. Carol, whose face was ashen. The woman was sitting on the floor of the corridor, muttering, "Oh...God...no...this isn't real..." And her gaze was fixed on the open door in front of her.

"Madam, what's wrong? Are you alright?" Barton asked.

Feng Bujue didn't seem to care much about Mrs. Carol's condition, only glanced at her slightly before striding toward the room and turning to look inside...

Standing at the door, one could see a man's corpse slumped in the armchair. His head was tilted to one side, his eyes rolled back, his mouth half-open, and his neck, collar, and shirt were all stained with a large amount of blood.

Accompanied by a series of footsteps, a few more people arrived. Jack was in the lead, asking as he walked, "What happened?"

Close behind him were Dr. Powell, Henderson the butler, and Mrs. Odette. They all appeared in the corridor with expressions of confusion and worry.

Without a word, Feng Bujue rushed into the room before the onlookers could get too close, checking under the bed, in the closet, and in the bathroom for anyone hiding. Then, he took a close look at the deceased's wound. After confirming that Dennis was completely dead, Jue-ge quickly retreated to the door, just in time to meet Jack.

"Oh! God! Dennis!" Jack was suddenly shocked when he saw the body. He was stunned for two seconds before trying to run into the room.

But a strong arm stopped him, blocking him from the door.

"What are you doing! Let me in!" Jack shouted excitedly.

"He's already dead," Feng Bujue said. "There's nothing you can do by going in." He said with a calm, firm attitude, "If you don't want to leave any evidence that's detrimental to yourself at the scene, it's best not to step through this door."

At this moment, Henderson also arrived at the door. As soon as he peeked at the body, his face spasmed, and he immediately clutched his chest in pain and fell down.

Jack was next to him and instinctively supported Henderson. "Hey! Henderson, are you okay?"

Dr. Powell, who was not far away, quickly stepped forward. "He has a heart condition! Quick, get him to lie down." He looked up at Barton. "Mr. Barton, there's a medical kit in my room, please..."

"Oh! I'll go right away!" Barton understood what the doctor meant before he could finish speaking, and turned to run back.

As he passed the corner, he brushed past the maid, Oliver.

"What's going on, Mr. Barton?" Oliver asked suspiciously.

But Barton didn't have time to pay attention to her, rushing past anxiously.

Feng Bujue, standing at the door of the room, coldly observed everyone's actions. At this moment, he spoke again, "Ms. Oliver."

"Uh...what? Sir." Oliver asked, looking bewildered from the end of the corridor.

"Please call the police," Feng Bujue said calmly. "A murder has occurred here."

Oliver's reaction was naturally very surprised, but Feng Bujue's tone didn't sound like he was joking at all. Combining it with the situation of the people in the corridor, Oliver cried out in realization, "Oh! How terrible."

Feng Bujue didn't have time to stabilize everyone's emotions. He just did what he needed to do, turning his head to the other side and saying to Mrs. Odette, who was already stunned, "Madam, could you please go upstairs...and tell your husband what happened here?"

"Hey! Buddy!" Jack, who was kneeling on the ground helping the doctor rescue Henderson, suddenly looked up. "Who the hell are you? When did this place become yours to command?"

"I'm just a relatively calm outsider." Feng Bujue's gaze quickly swept across everyone's faces. "I believe you should all be aware that where there is a victim, there is a murderer."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed abruptly.

"So, before the police arrive, I hope you can cooperate with me to protect the scene." As Feng Bujue spoke, he walked out of the room. He was about to close the door when he noticed...a key was inserted in the lock facing the corridor.

"Mrs. Carol," Feng Bujue immediately asked, "Was the door locked before you opened it?"

After a few minutes, and with more people around, Carol's emotions had stabilized somewhat, but she immediately began to sob uncontrollably, unable to answer Feng Bujue's question.

"Please answer me, this is very important," Feng Bujue pressed.

"Wuwuwu...yes...yes," Carol squeezed out with difficulty.

"What's wrong?" Jack said to Jue-ge, "What does that mean?"

Feng Bujue pointed to the window opposite the room and said, "That's the only window in the bedroom, and it's currently closed, and the window handle is also in the recessed position." He paused for a second, then continued, "The layout of this room is the same as my room. There's also a frosted glass window in the bathroom, but it's very small, no more than ten inches on a side, and it's impossible for anyone to pass through."

Jack seemed to realize something, and his expression changed dramatically. "You mean...the murderer...is still in the room?"

"How is that possible..." Feng Bujue denied, "Who would close the doors and windows and stay at the scene after committing a crime... Besides, I've already looked, there's no one else inside." He stroked his chin. "It seems...this is a locked-room murder."

While they were talking, Barton had hurriedly returned with the medical kit.

"Quick! Give me the medical kit." Dr. Powell took the medical kit, skillfully found the necessary medicine, and gave the old Henderson an injection. Then, he listened for a while with a stethoscope. Only then did he breathe a long sigh of relief and said, "Phew...he should be alright. I think he was just too frightened. He'll be fine after resting for half a day."

Powell wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Jack, help me carry him back to his room, okay?"

"Okay..." Jack replied, while squinting at Feng Bujue and saying coldly, "Anyway, we have a great detective here, so I don't need to get involved."