Vol 2 Chapter 6: informer

The next hour, I closed back to my room and continued to wait for the "case" that I didn't know when it would happen. .
This script is the most relaxed nightmare script he has ever played. Although his character ability has been relatively completely restricted, in addition to the car explosion at the beginning, he never encountered an obvious death flag, and the attitudes of the npcs are also friendly, and they are treated with courtesy. .
It is estimated that as long as he feels that he is not doing dead behavior, such as exposing his surname... there should be nothing that threatens his safety.
"So, the difficulty is concentrated on the setting of the thirty-three chapters..." The lie on the soft, comfortable big bed, put his hands behind his head, and read lazily: "Well... ...often... the mystical novels, detective films, and the time spent laying the ground and the case will not exceed a quarter. So... before the eighth chapter, anything will happen..."
Just as he was chanting some boring nonsense, a slight footstep sounded in the corridor outside the door.
Suddenly, he immediately sat up in a vigilant manner and listened to his ears.
For the footsteps, I feel that I have had some non-systematic but very practical research. Different heights, surnames, occupations, costumes, living habits and even surnames are reflected in the voice of a person walking.
At this point, he knew that the person who came was the short gardener, Barton.
咚咚
Barton slammed the door of the seal.
"Which?" In fact, the seal has long stood behind the door, and he also knows who the comer is, but he still has to pretend to ask a sentence.
"Oh... I am a gardener, named Barton." Barton, who was outside the door, said, "We have seen one outside, do you remember?"
Feng Jie opened the door and looked calmly at the other side: "Of course, hello, Mr. Barton, can you help me?"
Barton was very exaggerated to look around on both sides of the corridor. Then, he lowered his voice and asked: "Mr. Feng... Are you really a detective?"
"Yes." The tone of the answer was very common and revealed a convincing self-confidence. As he said, he leaned over and said: "I think you have something to say to me, please come in. Let's go."
"Oh..." Barton hesitated for a second, and turned his head again. After confirming that no one had peeped, he stepped into the door and "had disturbed."
After closing the door, he closed the door, inserted the door bolt, and then turned naturally, and moved the chair to the other party. "Please sit down and say, Mr. Barton."
"Thank you." Barton took the chair, but did not sit down immediately, he was waiting for the owner to sit down.
These details, I didn’t feel it, I didn’t say much, I went to another chair and sat up directly.
Seeing this scene, Barton also sat down.
Through a few simple conversations and a few actions, I was able to succeed in getting the other party to have the illusion that "this detective is very easy-going."
"There is something very important, I think it is necessary to tell you." When Barton spoke, his look was already very tense. "But before I said this, there were some things about myself. I want to follow You are frank."
"There are people who listen to their ears," Feng said.
Barton nodded, as if he had made a great determination, said: "I... was once a thief who slammed the door."
"I used to?" Feng Jie did not accept one sentence.
"Oh... yes, now of course it is not." Barton explained, "In fact, when I was young, I had a bright future... oh... don't mention it. In short, when I was 30, I was in Pan Dong. It’s terrible that Weier has been in prison for two years. Even in the winter, there is only one burlap overalls on the prisoner’s body. The food is a gray betel nut cooked, oil-free paste, and there is still a lot of work to do every day. Child. One night, I was cold and hungry, and I was drenched by the rain. I thought I was going to freeze to death..."
"Key point, Mr. Barton." Feng did not know, "Please focus."
"Oh... I'm sorry." Barton said, "In short, that experience has had a great impact on me. From then on, I will be overwhelmed."
"So... is there any connection between this and the very important thing you are going to tell me?" Feng asked.
"I just hope that you can trust me fully." Patton replied.
"Well..." Feng Shou said, "This is strange... Describe your criminal record, will it help me to gain my trust?" He did not wait for the other party to respond, he took care of himself. "Make sure that the "very important" thing you are going to say to me is very bad for someone in this house?"
"How do you know..." Barton’s words were not finished.
Unexpectedly, he interrupted: "This is obvious... a said bad things about b. If b wants to negate, the best way is to attack a in turn and reduce the credibility of his speech. 'You really Believe what the thief said? 'Probably this feeling..." He scratched his head. "You know very well that others will use your disgraceful experience to say things. So, you just have to do it yourself. Tell me."
"Hey! Sir, you are amazing! You really are a big detective." Barton said with a big eyes.
"Oh...the prize..." I couldn’t help but swear back with a look that was too cool to be able to express myself.
A few seconds later, he said again: "Please tell me with confidence, Mr. Barton, I have no prejudice against you. True or false, I have my own judgment."
Barton nodded and swallowed. He said, "What I want to tell you is..." He lowered his voice and looked serious. "Master Dennis may want to murder Mrs. Orta..."
"According to yes..." I could understand when I heard it, the gardener must have seen something or heard something.
"Before, when Master Dennis and Master Coleston argued in the room, I accidentally heard a few words..." Barton said.
"Let me guess..." I couldn't help raising my hands, making and making a quote. "You're right to pruning the leaves on a tree outside the room?"
Barton licked his eyes and said, "Oh... yes."
"Well... please continue, what did they say?" Feng shrugged and shouted to the other side.
Barton answered: "I only heard a few words... Master Dennis seems to be persuading the lord to let him delete the name of Madame Orita from the will."
"Master refused?" asked the seal.
Barton nodded. "Yes, and he was furious, and he slammed the young master." His look was gloomy. "At this moment, Master Dennis actually said..." (To be continued.)