"I don't know!" John began to refuse to think.

"Miller wanted to kill John, and then use the secrets he held... about John's background as a trump card to let Sam inherit all the property, and then continue to extort Sam..." Doister followed Brother Jue's train of thought.

"Excellent! Sheriff." Feng Bujue praised Doister with a smile again, and raised his glass to signal to the other party, "Then let's analyze what Miller's recording means?" He paused for half a second, and then continued, "Starting from the most basic logic, when a person records such a sentence 'before seeing someone', there is a 70-80% chance that he is worried that his personal safety will be threatened in the upcoming trip.

"Assuming Miller was going to receive a reward for hiring a murderer, then he naturally wouldn't have to worry about the employer doing anything to him before he took action; but... if he was going to collect the money from extortion, he would of course have to guard against the other party killing him in a fit of anger.

"Furthermore... in case the police finally found out about Miller, Miller could also use this recording, as well as the money he got from Sam, to falsely accuse Sam of hiring a murderer, and let Sam take the blame for him... In fact, he doesn't even need to say anything actively, and you've already thought about that, haven't you?

"Finally, this recording can also be used as capital for him to continue extorting Sam in the future, which can be described as killing three birds with one stone."

At this point, Feng Bujue's "another version of the reasoning" for Sam can be regarded as coming to an end.

If they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes and heard it with their own ears, John, Sam, and Doister might never have imagined that for the same case, two different detectives could come up with two completely different inferences, but both could be logically self-consistent and sound like the truth.

"Hoo..." After a moment, Sam breathed a long sigh, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. While lighting a cigarette, he grinned and muttered to himself, "Sorry, I have to smoke one now."

"Hmph..." The next second, John glared at Sam and snorted coldly, "Do you really think... that you can get away with this case with a few words of nonsense from this Feng fellow?" His cold tone was like the north wind in December, "In the final analysis... the two different versions of reasoning we just heard are just speculations made in the early stage of the case, when the investigation and evidence collection work have not been fully carried out.

"So far, most of what they said and the doubts have not been supported by conclusive evidence, but there is no doubt... that only the 'truth' will be supported by evidence.

"There is no such thing as a 'perfect crime' in this world, you will definitely leave clues... and I, John Herbert! I have ways to find your flaws and make you pay for what you have done!"

As he spoke, Sam's hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he frowned and flicked the ash, and did not say anything.

However, Feng Bujue had something to say.

Clap—clap—clap—clap clap clap clap...

Before speaking, Feng Bujue put down his glass and applauded John's words just now.

"Good! Well said!" Brother Jue took the opportunity to continue as he clapped his last two hands, "Indeed, there is no perfect crime in this world, as long as it is a person, they will definitely leave clues..." He repeated this part of John's words first, then changed the subject, "But... not every imperfect crime will be solved; and not all clues... can be found in time."

As he spoke, he stood up and walked to John.

Brother Jue is 1.8 meters tall, which is not considered tall in Europe, but his aura at this time is at least 2.5 meters.

Tap—

After standing in front of John, Feng Bujue first raised his leg and stepped on the coffee table in front of John, then leaned forward and put his right elbow on the knee of his raised leg.

"Sometimes, the 'truth' may not be seen, but the 'illusion' will be supported by 'false evidence'..." Brother Jue posed, glaring at John and said, "So there are still many criminals in this world who are able to get away with it and are fearless."

"What do you want to do again?" John looked up at Brother Jue, his eyes containing seven parts anger and three parts fear, "Do you still want to talk about the matter seven years ago?" As he spoke, he glanced at Zuo Yan next to him, "Even if you two talk until the end of time, the result that has already been pronounced will never be changed..."

"He's right." Zuo Yan also looked at Brother Jue and continued, "Regarding that case, the law has made a judgment, and we are powerless to change it; what a detective needs to do... is to find out the truth, not to judge anyone."

"Hehe... I didn't say I wanted to judge anyone." Feng Bujue smiled at Zuo Yan, then looked at John again, "Likewise... I didn't talk about that inheritance case just now, you brought it up yourself." On his face, there was an evil smile that made his opponents shudder, "What I want to talk about now is the 'planned murder of Pat Miller case' that happened yesterday."

Clang—

These words scared Doister, who was already half drunk, so much that his hand trembled and dropped the glass on the ground, but fortunately the glass did not break.

After hearing this, Zuo Yan seemed calm, and immediately began to think to himself.

And when John and Sam heard this sentence, they were undoubtedly not calm... the former cursed "mmp" in his heart, while the latter twitched the corners of his mouth and gave a dry laugh, thinking: "Brother Feng, you are going against the heavens... turning hiring a murderer into a case where the victim wants to murder the killer, this is no longer a matter of law... it's unreasonable!"

"Hey... Detective Feng..." Two seconds later, Doister said what Sam was thinking, "Such obvious self-defense... you insist on saying that John murdered Miller, isn't that a bit unreasonable?"

"Reason?" Feng Bujue said, "A person who has no blood relationship with Old Herbert takes away all his property, while the true heir of the Herbert family has to bear the stigma of being kicked out and even has to give up his surname... is that reasonable?

"You, the sheriff who has been on the island for decades, have been robbed of the command of the crime scene by a nineteen-year-old college student who just arrived... is that reasonable?

"A case that could be solved in half an hour has already been reversed to this point by me... do you think I still need to reason with you?"

No one could refute his words, not only the four people present... even Vidocq in the dark was muttering in his heart: "Okay... you are ruthless, you continue to show your operations, I will watch and not speak."

"Listen to me..." Seeing that no one responded, Feng Bujue stood up again, waved his arm, pointed directly at John's nose and said loudly, "There is only one truth... you committed premeditated murder!"