Night was deepening.

The nights on a sea island were inevitably romantic, at least for those who had lived in big cities for a long time. Just being able to see a clear starry sky was enough to inspire their poetic feelings.

But for the natives, the sound of the tide and the starlight were just their daily life, and they could only associate them with the weather.

At 9:30 PM, Feng Bujue walked into the bar on the top floor of the Alfred Hotel.

As soon as he entered, he quickly scanned the entire bar and found Sam Herbert at the most conspicuous spot—the bar counter.

"Just as I thought..." Feng Bujue muttered to himself as he strolled over.

According to Jue-Ge's deduction, tonight, Sam would definitely appear in a crowded place and try to leave an impression on others. Seeing this… everyone probably guessed it, that's right, this guy was preparing to create an "alibi."

Considering that Kochi Kotty Island was only so big, and it was the tourist season, this bar was undoubtedly the best choice.

First of all, whether there were customers or not, it would be open until the early hours of the morning; while other small bars on the island might drive the remaining drunkards home and close up shop if there weren't many customers.

Secondly, most of the customers in the hotel bar were from outside the island, from all over the world, and they didn't know Sam at all; once something happened, the testimony provided by these people would be much more reliable than the testimony of the island's residents.

Thirdly, and most importantly, there were many surveillance cameras in the Kochi Kotty Hotel, so even if something happened… if people's testimonies weren't useful, Sam could still rely on physical evidence to prove his whereabouts.

Of course, it must be said that Sam Herbert's luck wasn't very good; because, tonight, there happened to be two top-notch detectives staying in this hotel—Feng Bujue and Victor, and both of them had already recognized Sam after only a brief encounter, and smelled a "whiff of crime."

"Can I sit here?" Feng Bujue came to the bar counter and greeted Sam in a very ordinary tone.

Hearing this, Sam turned his head and glanced at Jue-Ge.

After a brief hesitation, he suddenly showed a warm smile and replied, "Of course, friend."

"Thanks." As Feng Bujue spoke, he moved to the side and sat on the high stool, unhurriedly extending his right hand to the other party, "Feng Bujue."

Sam also naturally reached out and gently shook Jue-Ge's hand, "You can call me Sam."

At first glance, this was a very common encounter; the two people's eyes, words, and actions… were all normal.

Anyone who saw this scene would think that it was just a scene of "two strange men randomly meeting in a bar."

And the bartender who was quickly coming up to greet them thought so too.

"Sir, what would you like to order?" The bartender asked Jue-Ge with a very professional attitude.

Hearing this, Feng Bujue smoothly shifted his gaze to the bartender.

He was a middle-aged man, looking close to fifty years old; his neatly combed-back hair, exquisitely trimmed beard, crisp shirt and waistcoat, and… his age, all revealed one piece of information—this person was making a living here based on his professional skills, not his looks.

"Make something you think suits me." Feng Bujue gave a very clever answer, and he quickly caught a glimpse of a smile on the bartender's lips and delight in his eyes.

"One moment, sir." The bartender responded and turned to get busy.

Although Feng Bujue didn't like dealing with people, if he was willing, he could easily please others.

Because he understood human nature…

The best chefs design their own menus, and the same goes for "bartenders"; people with outstanding skills and confidence in this type of creative field are unlikely to resist requests like "give me a surprise," and reaping people's amazement with their own work is precisely the way these people gain satisfaction, and in many cases, this is even greater than the satisfaction that money can bring them.

"Judging by your accent… you don't seem to be a local?" After the bartender walked away, Sam actually took the initiative to start a conversation with Feng Bujue.

"Hehe… aren't all the people who come here tourists?" Feng Bujue replied with a smile, "Eh? Could it be… you're a local?"

Jue-Ge's response made Sam immediately realize that his first sentence was inappropriate: "Um… hehe…" He also laughed twice, with a hint of embarrassment and regret in his laughter, "I used to live here for a while when I was younger, but I left for some reason, and it's been many years since I've been back."

He didn't lie, but he responded in a tone and manner that didn't want to delve further into the issue.

"Oh…" Seeing this, Feng Bujue also "sensibly" changed the subject, and he shrugged his shoulders, "Everyone has a young age…" His tone was like that of a stable man in his forties, but his face was revealing the information that he was "definitely not thirty years old," "Those years are mostly accompanied by many memories and terrible luck that even we ourselves find stupid."

"You're absolutely right!" Sam sincerely agreed with Jue-Ge's words, and the expression on his face seemed to say "please give me some more toxic chicken soup."

And Feng Bujue's heart, however, was unwavering… he even wanted to laugh a little.

From the moment he walked over, he had been constantly aware of every thought in Sam's mind.

The initial "hesitation" was Sam's normal reaction, but the subsequent "enthusiasm" was because he happened to need to "chat with strangers"; Jue-Ge knew from the beginning that as long as he went to talk to Sam, the latter would definitely go with the flow and chat with him, so he didn't need to deliberately cater to the other party… just needed to start negotiations in the "most ordinary and natural" way.

If there were no accidents, in the next few hours, somewhere on this island, there would be a "case" happening… at that time, Feng Bujue would become Sam's "alibi person," and by him taking on this role, he would be able to justifiably intervene in the "case," and even influence the police investigation through his testimony.

It could be said that this was a plan that killed many birds with one stone.

And this was something that Zuo Yan couldn't do; even if Victor, like Jue-Ge… deduced that Sam might appear in the bar tonight, and told this information to Zuo Yan, Zuo Yan couldn't just walk in and contact him like Jue-Ge did. Because in this script world, most countries in Western Europe only allow people over the age of twenty-one to enter bars, and Zuo Yan… was nineteen this year.

However, Feng Bujue also thought that, in addition to letting "people" investigate, the two of them had another way…