“Hmph…” Feng Bujue snorted. “You’re faking it, aren’t you…” Even he didn’t believe what he was saying, but he still pointed at Coulson’s legs and said, “For today’s secret room layout, to clear yourself of the murder… you’ve been pretending to have trouble walking for the past three years, using crutches in your daily life.”

“What are you even talking about…” Coulson was shocked. This theory was simply absurd… Who would pretend to be a cripple for three years just to murder their own son? It would be just as effective to pretend to have a twisted ankle three days before the murder.

“But in reality… you’re still agile. With your skills as a retired soldier, killing someone is a piece of cake.” Feng Bujue continued, “As for the motive… I think everyone in this house saw it today… When you argued with Dennis, you even fired two shots. This shows that you’ve long been fed up with him. If you weren’t afraid of being easily caught after a shooting, you wouldn’t have aimed at the ceiling, would you?”

“You!” Coulson finally lost his temper and became another addition to Brother Jue’s mockery record. He roared in fury, “You bastard! What the hell are you talking about!”

“What’s wrong… are you angry and ashamed after being exposed by me…” Feng Bujue maintained his arrogant expression and added, “Or do you think there are flaws in my flawless reasoning?”

“Hey… is there anything in your reasoning riddled with holes that *isn’t* a flaw…” Schofield continued to complain in his heart. Because Brother Jue’s words were too absurd, the detective was embarrassed to chime in.

“You…” After Coulson uttered a few curses, he seemed to calm down a little. He was still a reasonable person, so he replied, “You can ask Dr. Powell about my physical condition.” He glared at Feng Bujue. “If you think the doctor is also in my pocket, I can show you the certificates issued by the best hospitals in the country, as well as my insurance records.”

Feng Bujue immediately put on an awkward expression and stammered, “Uh… is… is that so…”

Coulson added, “So, do you still think that killing someone is a piece of cake for me?”

Feng Bujue stroked his chin and pondered, “But the heated argument between you and Dennis today is a fact…” He suddenly looked enlightened. “Oh! Right! The murderer must be Dr. Powell! After you argued with Dennis and kicked him out, you and Powell conspired to commit the murder in the room. He was the executor, and you were the mastermind.”

“I just had Powell measure my blood pressure and give me today’s medication at the time.” Coulson replied, “This is what I do every day.” He paused for a moment. “Besides, why would Dr. Powell kill someone for me? He’s not an assassin. Do you think I can just say to anyone working in the villa, ‘I’ll give you money, kill someone for me,’ and they’ll do it?”

“That’s hard to say…” Feng Bujue said, turning his back to the other person and slowly walking towards the desk. At this moment, his eyes changed, and his tone became cold. “If you’re determined to kill someone, there’s always a way.” He probed, “It depends on how serious the conflict between you and Dennis really was…”

“That’s my son! What conflict could there be between us?” Coulson retorted, “Even… even if there were some disputes, it would never lead to murder!”

“Oh? Then please tell me… what was the core of your dispute today?” Feng Bujue asked.

“That’s my family matter.” Coulson replied in a deep voice.

“Family matter?” Feng Bujue smiled. “Forgive me for speaking frankly, but if these two words could avoid the problem, then half of the homicides in this world would probably not be able to get a statement.” He began to mislead the other party. “From the time you and Dennis argued and fired the gun, to the time he was killed and discovered, there was only a little over an hour in between.

Mr. Coulson, you are also a knowledgeable person, you should be very clear that no matter who investigates this case, you will not be able to avoid this question in the end—what exactly did you and Dennis argue about?

If you tell me now, only Detective Schofield and I will know about it. After the case is solved, no one will mention it again. But if you insist on not saying it, causing the case to be delayed… then one day, you will be forced to answer in the witness stand or the defendant’s seat in court. At that time, there will be a jury, reporters, and a group of ordinary citizens watching the excitement. The person asking you questions may be a prosecutor who hates the rich and is prejudiced, and he will induce you to say more things that are detrimental to you. And all your answers will be recorded by the court, and even published in newspapers.”

“Enough!” Coulson was fooled by Feng Bujue. The concern for the situation he described made the old man have to make a decision. “In that case…” His eyes swept across Feng Bujue’s and Schofield’s faces. “I can say it, but you have to guarantee that these words will not be passed on to other people’s ears, especially my family.”

“I guarantee it, sir.” Schofield chimed in from the side. “I’m a person who keeps my mouth shut.”

Feng Bujue also said, “Don’t worry, these words will never be passed on outside this study.”

At this point, Brother Jue finally succeeded… He had never suspected Coulson, the reason for going around in such a big circle was to let the head of the family say in his own words… what exactly Dennis and he had argued about.

Although Barton had already told Feng Bujue in secret, Brother Jue did not completely trust the gardener. Therefore, he wanted to hear Coulson say it himself.

Of course, even if what Coulson said at this moment did not match what Barton had said, it would not prove that Barton was lying. Anyway, Dennis was dead, Coulson could say whatever he wanted, he didn’t know that Barton had gone to Feng Bujue. There was also a third situation—both of them were lying, then the situation would be even more complicated…

“Dennis wanted to monopolize my inheritance.” Coulson opened his mouth, and this was his answer.

“Hmm… monopolize, is it…” Feng Bujue asked knowingly, “In that case… do you have a will? And the contents of this will make Dennis a little dissatisfied, is that right?”

“Yes, I have a will.” Coulson said, “But apart from me and my lawyer, no one knows the contents of the will.” He paused for a few seconds. “Dennis naturally doesn’t know either, but he believes… that in that will, I distributed the inheritance to ‘inappropriate people’, so… we argued.”

These words largely coincided with what Barton had said, but were vague and obviously omitted Audetta’s name.

However… Feng Bujue vaguely felt that in Coulson’s words, there were still some hidden secrets…