“However… let's get back to the point.” Feng Bujue also felt that Sam needed more time to think about what to say and what not to say, so he immediately took over the conversation and changed the subject, “Sheriff…” He looked at Doister and continued, “This is, after all, a murder case. You don't think… this can be swept under the rug without reporting it, do you?”

“What nonsense are you talking about?” Doister replied, “Of course I know I have to report it, but…”

“Here's the thing…” John interrupted Doister again. His mindset was similar to Jue Ge's, simply worried that his “pig teammate” would use inappropriate words and put the situation in a passive position, “Mr. Feng, you're not from around here, so you're not very familiar with the situation here… Because Coquille Cove Island has a small population, simple folk customs, and a very low crime rate, the island's police station only has a few officers on duty at night. Also, this island doesn't have its own police call center… That is to say, if I call the public emergency number to report a case, the first person to answer my call will be an operator far away from the island. I have to communicate with this operator first, and then he or she will contact the local police station through the dispatch system. And after the on-duty officers at the local police station learn that this is a murder case, they still have to contact Sheriff Doister…”

“Oh… so you skipped those steps and contacted the sheriff directly?” Feng Bujue followed his lead.

“That's right.” John nodded, “Even though I contacted him with a private phone instead of calling the emergency number, my actions should undoubtedly be defined as 'notifying the police at the first possible moment.' In fact… my approach should be more efficient than 'calling the emergency number.' As for further investigation into this case… the sheriff will naturally follow the proper procedures, and I will actively cooperate with the investigation.”

“Hmm…” Feng Bujue muttered casually, “In short, your purpose in calling the sheriff out alone was to preemptively implant some ideas in his head, and then have the police conduct the subsequent investigation according to your train of thought, right?”

His tone was light, but his words were direct and incisive…

“Watch your words, Mr. Feng…” John said, “You're making such accusations without any evidence. I can sue you for defa…”

“Sue who? Sue me?” Feng Bujue didn't let the other party finish speaking, “Defamation?” A smile appeared on his face as a sign of his rising cheapness, “Do you have any culture? Do you understand human language? Is English your native language? Every sentence I said just now, and these three sentences right now… they're all questions. Can a 'question' be considered defamation? 'You're a piece of shit' and 'You're a piece of shit, aren't you?' are different, understand? I'm just asking for your opinion. You're using threatening words to deny my question itself. Are you feeling guilty or are you full of shit? Do you have a better chance of winning if you sue me for defamation, or do I have a better chance of winning if I sue you for intimidation?”

“Uh…” John's mind had been very clear, but after encountering this powerful logic attack, his mind was now basically just a pile of shit.

“If you want to talk about facts, we'll talk about facts. If you want to talk about logic, we'll talk about logic. You even want to talk about crime… I can give you a good lesson…” Feng Bujue said as he approached John, “But as for criminal investigation and law… I suggest you don't show off in areas I'm familiar with.” His speech was fast, coherent, and aggressive, “Anyone who can submit a lawsuit against me and live can be your teacher, and anyone who can complete a lawsuit against me and live will advise you not to seek your own death… My lawyer can make your lawyer cry in front of the jury in court, and the number of bizarre victories I've won in civil lawsuits is enough to destroy your understanding of the entire judicial system…”

As he spoke, Jue Ge had already arrived in the corridor, and John had been forced to retreat until the back of his head was against the wall.

“Tonight, I will say a lot more and make a lot more deductions… But if I hear anyone use a threatening tone again, interrupting me with such a low-level lawsuit threat like 'defamation,' I will… feed! him! shit!”

When the last four words came out, Feng Bujue's face was almost touching John's nose, so when he finished speaking, word by word, John had been sprayed with a face full of saliva.

In this situation, John's brain inevitably short-circuited.

Indeed, he was a capable businessman and a shrewd criminal, but he was helpless against this kind of rogue who could completely suppress him in terms of thinking, language, and behavior.

“Then…” John paused for a full five seconds before replying, “…What… what do you want now?”

“Heh…” Feng Bujue smiled and turned to look at Doister, “Sheriff, judging from the traces in the room, you should have roughly looked at the crime scene already. No matter what Mr. Herbert guided you to believe… in any case, you should call your men over, right?”

…………

Under Feng Bujue's promotion, things naturally developed according to his wishes.

In less than half an hour, more than a dozen Coquille Cove Island police officers who were already asleep in their beds got up and rushed to their posts as quickly as possible. In less than forty minutes, a convoy of police cars full of officers drove into the Herbert family's manor…

The cordon was finally set up, and the officers in charge of collecting evidence finally began to collect evidence and take photos at the scene. The wailing sirens and the mighty formation were bound to be seen by some people… And so, the onlookers came.

The news spread much faster than expected. Even at this early hour, many of the island's natives gathered outside the Herbert manor and began to talk about it.

No one knew who (actually, ninety-nine percent of the time, it was the staff in the manor) leaked the news, revealing the two key pieces of information: "Sam is back" and "Someone seems to have died in John's room…" Now that's great, the onlookers took out their mobile phones one after another, waking up everyone they knew (of course, also residents of the island) from their dreams, and announcing the "bombshell news" they had just learned over and over again.

By one o'clock in the morning, things had escalated to the point where even tourists were attracted… The entrance to the Herbert manor was almost crowded.

Unsurprisingly, the "fake will case" of that year was like a piece of old chewing gum that hadn't lost its flavor, and was chewed over again by the islanders…

Interestingly… after the incident in front of them, many people seemed to have tasted a bit of freshness from that piece of candy…