The elevator doors closed, but Feng Bujue's gaze remained fixed on the young man and the cat.

For some reason, the sight of this pair gave Jue-ge a strange, familiar, even somewhat warm feeling.

Jue-ge himself was very puzzled by this, so he immediately began searching the attic of his memory, but... he couldn't find any recollection of ever meeting this person or this cat.

"Which floor are you going to, sir?" A few seconds later, the young man's voice interrupted Feng Bujue's thoughts, bringing the latter back to his senses.

"Hmm..." Feng Bujue pondered for a moment, then replied directly in Chinese (prior to this, the young man had been speaking English, but in Thriller Paradise, the system would preserve the original language's pronunciation while allowing players to understand various languages through mental translation), "Seventh floor." As he spoke, he raised his hand and pressed the button for the seventh floor.

"What a coincidence, I'm also staying on the seventh floor." Hearing this, the young man smiled and replied, also switching to Chinese.

At this point, the two had tacitly revealed their nationality; in this kind of "meeting a fellow countryman abroad" situation, it was easy for the two to strike up a conversation.

"Heh heh... what a coincidence." Feng Bujue quickly put on his "business smile" and took the initiative to get close to the other party, "By the way, my name is Feng Bujue." He introduced himself seamlessly and extended his hand.

"Hello, my name is Zuo Yan." Zuo Yan also politely shook his hand in response.

"Zuo Yan?" As soon as Feng Bujue heard this, he quickly repeated the name in a questioning tone, the expression on his face already beginning to change involuntarily.

In that instant, Jue-ge actually knew the other party's identity, but... he was a little afraid to believe it.

"Yes, that's right." Zuo Yan asked doubtfully, "Is there anything strange about it?"

"Forgive me for asking..." Feng Bujue narrowed his eyes, glanced at the cat poking its head out of the sports bag, and then said, "Are you a student at Difeng University?"

"Eh?" This time, it was Zuo Yan's turn to have a change in expression.

He paused, thought for two seconds, and then said, "That's right, I'm a student at Difeng, um... how did you know?"

Although Zuo Yan was a little surprised that a stranger he had met less than two minutes ago knew his school, there was nothing to hide about it.

"I..." Jue-ge only took half a second to think of his next words, "I seem to... have heard of you." While searching for a reasonable explanation for his question, he launched a further probe, "Have you assisted the police in solving a few cases?"

"Uh..." When Zuo Yan replied, he intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the cat in his bag again, "That... there were a few times, but I just happened to be at the scene, so I can't really call it 'assisting.'"

Ding—

As they were talking, the elevator arrived at the seventh floor.

Feng Bujue naturally turned to the side and made a "please" gesture, letting the other party go first.

Seeing this, Zuo Yan nodded slightly to him and took the lead in stepping out.

Feng Bujue followed him out of the elevator, continuing the previous topic, "That's right then... I must have heard about you from a police friend, but I don't remember where or who told me."

His words were impeccable...

He didn't reveal any accurate information, but at first glance, there were no flaws.

Because when people chat, they often only remember the "things" they heard, but they may not remember who said them or where they heard them.

"Mr. Feng..." Zuo Yan seemed to have thought of something and wanted to say something.

"If you don't mind, you can call me Jue-ge." Feng Bujue interrupted him, speaking with a rather friendly attitude.

"Oh... Jue-ge." Zuo Yan continued, "It sounds like... you have a lot of friends who are police officers?"

Zuo Yan's reaction was also very quick. The only useful information in Jue-ge's words was the four words "police friends," and Zuo Yan instantly caught this key point and made a reasonable inference based on the other party's context and logic.

To Zuo Yan's question, Feng Bujue could only answer "yes," because only "a person who has many police friends" would not remember which police friend told him about this; if a person only has one police friend, he would never say something like "I heard it from a police friend, but I don't remember who."

"Yes." A second later, Feng Bujue replied with a very calm attitude, "To be honest, I'm also a detective, so I know quite a few police friends. Speaking of which... I've met Officer Qiao Chi from Yuecheng, who's quite famous, a few times, but we're not very close."

Obviously, Jue-ge had already thought out several steps ahead when he said the previous sentence; he just wanted to use Zuo Yan's question to make his words more believable.

"Jue-ge..." Zuo Yan continued, "Why did you say you 'also' are a detective..."

"Heh... because you're a detective too, aren't you?" Feng Bujue said.

"No, no..." Zuo Yan was still very modest, "At most, I'm just the president of a university reasoning club, and assisting the police was really just by chance at the scene..."

"Alright, Zuo Yan." Feng Bujue patted him on the shoulder, "You don't have to explain these things to me..." He smiled playfully, "Being able to frequently appear at different crime scenes is also a characteristic of a great detective, isn't it?"

As they talked, their footsteps didn't stop. As they talked, Jue-ge arrived at the door of his room.

"Eh~ I'm here." Feng Bujue said, stopping in his tracks, "Which room are you staying in?"

"My room should be at the end of the corridor, 0716." Zuo Yan looked down at the room card in his hand and the small envelope with the floor plan attached, and replied.

"Oh." Jue-ge replied in a very casual tone, "I'll probably be on the island for a few days, let's hang out together when we have the chance."

"Yeah... okay." Zuo Yan's speech was a little slow and methodical, but overall he was very proper, "Then... see you later?"

"See you later." Feng Bujue bid farewell to the other party and opened the door to his room, 0707, with his room card.

"Oh, right!" Just as Zuo Yan turned to leave, suddenly, Jue-ge seemed to have remembered something again and called out to the other party.

"Is there anything else?" Zuo Yan turned back and asked.

"Heh heh..." Feng Bujue smiled, "I almost forgot to ask..." His eyes flickered slightly, "What's the name of that little guy in your bag?"

Hearing this, Zuo Yan looked down at the kitten that was poking its head out of the sports bag, shrugged, and replied, "His name is Victor."

"Ah~ That's the name of the great detective, right?" Feng Bujue still had a smile on his face, he was undoubtedly asking the obvious.

"Yes." Zuo Yan nodded, adding, "Francois Eugen Victor."