Chapter 330 What is Framed

After Jack left the study, Feng Bujue sat back down with a smile, then turned to look at Schofield, who had a solemn expression, and said, "What do you think? Detective."

Schofield replied, "Very suspicious... So far, he's the biggest suspect, right?"

"Indeed..." Feng Bujue continued, "Jack has a motive, time, and means to kill. But... I don't think he's the killer."

"Oh?" Schofield asked, puzzled, "Why?"

Feng Bujue asked in return, "Detective, if you were Jack, what would your mindset be when you saw your father and brother arguing intensely?"

"This..." Under Jue Ge's reminder, Schofield put himself in Jack's shoes and immediately realized, "I should be happy!"

"Correct." Feng Bujue nodded affirmatively. "If his motive for murder... or rather, his ultimate goal, is the family fortune, then he should be secretly delighted to see such a scene today. After all, he is only seen as rebellious and unambitious by his family, which isn't an irreconcilable conflict. But what exactly is the conflict between Dennis and Coulson? That's unclear..."

"So?" Schofield asked tentatively.

"So, logically speaking, even if Jack had the idea of murdering Dennis, he wouldn't choose today to do it," Feng Bujue continued. "In my opinion... after the 'gunshot incident,' Jack's statement was because he saw his father and brother arguing, and was secretly pleased, so he blurted it out in a moment of triumph. This sentence did inadvertently reveal some of his inner thoughts. But... the person who really intends to commit murder would instead show no signs beforehand, and would never leave such an obvious loophole."

He paused, then added, "Also, did you notice the wording he used at the end... 'Whether there's a motive or not,' this sentence basically admits that he had the idea of killing, but he isn't afraid at all... Whether it's from his eyes, tone, or subtle body language, the sentence 'Anyway, I didn't kill anyone' is the truth." Jue Ge propped his elbow on the table, resting his chin on his hand. "The confidence in his words isn't the confidence of a criminal, but the confidence of an innocent person. There's a difference between the two. The former believes that the police can't find enough evidence to convict him, while the latter... is simply because he hasn't done anything. Jack belongs to the latter, which is quite like 'a straight body fears no crooked shadow'..."

"Then..." Schofield pondered, "The possibility of Jack being the killer can basically be ruled out?"

"Yes." Feng Bujue responded. "At this stage... Coulson, Henderson, Oliver, Carol, and Jack, the suspicion of these five people can be temporarily excluded."

Schofield began to recite, "There are a total of nine suspects, so now only... the family doctor, Mr. Powell, the gardener, Mr. Barton, Miss Nancy, and Mrs. Odette are left." He paused as he said this, "Right... Miss Nancy only arrived after the incident, so she should be directly excluded, right?"

"Who said that?" Feng Bujue said, "Nancy has every opportunity to commit the crime, even more advantage than others." His eyes changed slightly, "If we can find a motive, then her suspicion is even greater than Jack's."

Knock, knock, knock—the sound of knocking on the door rang out.

Speak of the devil...

"Miss Nancy has been brought here, sir." Dumpty's voice happened to ring out from outside the door.

"Please come in." Schofield responded.

The door opened, and Miss Nancy walked in. Her attire was quite neutral: she was wearing a plain white blouse, with a jacket draped over it, and a classic pair of jeans and high-heeled boots for the lower part of her body. This young lady seemed to have not been infected with the artistic atmosphere of Vienna at all, and instead looked more like she had taken a trip to the American West.

However, the tomboyish dress didn't hide her charm. Miss Nancy was still an eye-catching beauty. On that fair and delicate face were bright eyes and white teeth, full lips and a fine nose, and a head of golden hair casually draped over her shoulders, reflecting a bright color under the light.

Different from Mrs. Odette's mature and sexy classical beauty, Nancy radiated more youthful vitality. The fortitude and competence revealed in her eyes also made Feng Bujue vaguely see a bit of the aura of a new era feminist.

"Hello, Miss Nancy." After Dumpty closed the door, Feng Bujue opened his mouth and said, "It seems that we haven't officially met..." He stood up, came out from behind the desk, stretched out his hand, and said, "My name is Feng Bujue, I am a detective."

Nancy politely shook the other party's outstretched hand, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Feng." Her voice was as low as her emotions.

"This is Detective Schofield, you two also met in the lobby." Feng Bujue then introduced the detective.

Schofield stood up, holding the brim of his hat with one hand, and extending the other, "Happy to be of service, madam."

"Pleased to meet you, Detective." Nancy shook hands with him and replied.

"Please sit down, Miss Nancy." Feng Bujue said, "Don't be nervous, we just have some questions to ask you."

"Okay." Nancy replied as she sat down, "But I can't guarantee that I can help you, you know, when I arrived... Dennis was already..."

"Is that really the case?" Feng Bujue's attitude suddenly took a sharp turn.

"What are you saying?" Nancy asked with a puzzled face.

"Perhaps... the time you arrived here was earlier than we know..." Feng Bujue was using his actions to let this group of NPCs know what it meant to "condemn someone without evidence."

"What... do you mean?" Nancy felt that there was something behind the other party's words.

"I'm using my imagination." Feng Bujue replied, "This is a very important skill for a detective. We must both follow the rules of logic and common laws, but we must not be bound by these inertial ways of thinking." He smiled, "In short... what I'm about to say may sound very bizarre, and may even offend you. So... I want to state in advance that everything I'm saying is just speculation, if some of it makes you feel unhappy, I hope you can forgive me."

"Um... is he going to use this trick again... but this Miss Nancy clearly only appeared after the incident, can he frame her like this..." Schofield thought in his heart, he really couldn't imagine what kind of reasoning Feng Bujue would come up with.

"What exactly do you want to say?" Nancy asked.

Feng Bujue sneered, swung his arm and pointed, and said to Miss Nancy with a full of momentum, "The murderer who killed Dennis... is you! Nancy Lovecraft!"