He Feng Bujue’s intimidation… gave a very subtle feeling, because what he said didn’t sound like something he could actually put into practice.

To use an analogy, it’s like a curse word we often hear in daily life—“I fuck your grandpa”; it’s said, but no one ever actually puts it into action.

However, if Jue-ge said this, the situation would be different…

Although John had only known Feng Bujue for a few hours, the latter’s various performances during this time, as well as his cheap, overbearing, and difficult-to-hide temperament, forced John to consider the risk that the other party would turn some “seemingly absurd intimidation” into reality.

“Okay… please continue.” After thinking for a few seconds, John curled his lips and said coldly to Zuo Yan.

Zuo Yan didn’t stand on ceremony with him and continued the topic just now, beginning to relay Victor’s words in his mind: “If there are no surprises… everyone present, except Feng…” He paused slightly at this point, because Victor called Jue-ge “Feng Bujue” in the telepathic conversation, but now the person speaking was Zuo Yan, “…except Jue-ge…” Zuo Yan changed his words in time, “The others should know more about that case, after all, two of you three are the parties involved, and the remaining Chief Doster, as the island’s law enforcement officer, is undoubtedly the initial handler of that case.”

“So… why bring up old things again?” John muttered again when he heard this.

“But!” Zuo Yan also changed the subject at the right time, and gave the corresponding reason, “The so-called ‘understanding’ is only relative. The same ‘one plus one’ math problem has completely different meanings in the eyes of a primary school student and a mathematician… By the same token, I believe… this case has completely different facets in the minds of you, Sam, and Doster.”

“What I have to do now is to restore the original appearance of this case as completely as possible, so that everyone present can come to the same perspective, and then we can discuss the topic of this murder more smoothly.”

When he heard this sentence, Feng Bujue was very happy, because he thought… according to this rhythm, I might use another narrative technique to retell the content of the previous chapters five to seven, namely “Mystery of the Will (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)”, through Zuo Yan’s mouth, forcibly making up three chapters, or even more chapters.

Unfortunately, he was wrong.

Here, I will use a simple small section to skip this already described plot, to show my rigorous attitude towards the work and extremely professional ethics.

——So, Zuo Yan told the four people the case of the inheritance that Victor had told him from beginning to end. During his statement, John, Sam, and Doster naturally interrupted Zuo Yan’s words more than once due to surprise, guilt, or sudden realization; of course, in the end, he still finished the entire case.

If no one had interrupted Zuo Yan, he might have finished this matter in ten minutes, but in reality, it took him a full twenty-five minutes.

Fortunately, for the audience watching this novel, it doesn’t matter whether it’s ten minutes or twenty-five minutes… in your opinion, it’s just about a hundred words.

Feng Bujue was undoubtedly very dissatisfied with this situation. The content that could have supported six or seven thousand words, a full three chapters, was compressed into only about 3% of the length, which cast a shadow on his prospects for clearing the game, but… he couldn’t do anything about it.

“The above is my opinion on that will case.” Twenty-five minutes later, Zuo Yan used such a sentence to announce the end of the previous reasoning.

“That’s just your ‘opinion’.” John emphasized those two keywords, “In the end… these are all speculations, with no ready-made evidence and no means of verification; compared with the Supreme Court’s verdict, it’s simply a joke.”

“Hum…” Hearing this, Sam sneered and replied from the side, “Of course you hope these are ‘jokes’.”

“You two… that’s enough.” At this time, Feng Bujue came out to interject again, stopping the two from arguing further, “Whether it’s a joke or the truth… from a realistic point of view, it’s actually no longer important. Student Zuo Yan must also be very clear…” He paused for a second and looked at Zuo Yan, “…due to the long interval, the relevant evidence of that case, including some witnesses… have been mercilessly obliterated by time; even if there are some parts that have been preserved, they have long since lost their validity.”

“Yes, Jue-ge is right.” Zuo Yan nodded, “The content we are going to discuss next does not need to rely on my reasoning just now to provide factual evidence, but… using that as a logical basis to explain certain problems is still possible…”

“Are you referring to motive?” The person who took over the topic and asked this question was actually Doster.

It seems that this chief still has some skills, although he was already a little drunk after listening to Zuo Yan’s narration for half an hour, he still has a relatively quick response to relevant situations in criminal investigation.

Zuo Yan also looked at Doster with a slightly surprised look, and then replied: “Exactly.” As he said that, he turned his gaze to Sam, “Although I can also use the sentence ‘The victim was instigated by Sam to kill John’ as the opening statement for this conversation, but in that case… everyone’s understanding of his motive may be biased.”

“What?” This time, Doster was shocked. Even if he could keep up with the other party’s thinking in terms of theory, he really couldn’t learn the detective’s unconstrained thinking in terms of actual cases, “You said Sam is…”

“Don’t you think this is absurd, Mr. Zuo Yan.” Sam didn’t wait for the chief to finish speaking, and said to Zuo Yan in a cold tone, “If you want to use ‘John took the inheritance that should have belonged to me’ as the so-called ‘my motive’ to support your reasoning… then I have to ask… why haven’t I committed a crime in the past few years? What reason do I have to wait so many years, after things have been over for so long, to do this kind of thing again?”

“It’s very simple.” Zuo Yan said, “Because your motive is not ‘John took the inheritance that should have belonged to you’. In fact, you are only saying this yourself at this moment to guide us… so as to cover up your real motive, isn’t it?”

His tone sounded confident, and it was obvious that Victor had already given him a very convincing answer in his mind, which was…