Vol 2 Chapter 19: Jack's predicate (on)

After leaving Coleston, the room was closed and returned to the seat behind the desk. //Welcome to read //.
Scofield did not bother him, and the detective himself was pondering the information he had received before.
"At this moment, I am really envious of Nello Woolf (nero_wolfe, a well-known detective by Retres Stout, a fat, unwilling to go out, loves to raise orchids and charges high professional consulting detectives ) That kind of guy." After a while, Feng did not feel open.
"Well... I think if you want, you can also be a good ‘an easy chair detective’,
Schofield said.
"Of course I can." Feng Shou narcissistic esoteric name, no modest words, "I said 'envy', does not mean envy the talent of this character, I just envy him not to participate in this tedious intelligence gathering work ""
Schofield shrugged and said: "This is also a no-brainer. Although there are only nine suspects in this case, the information that Mark asked in the regular inquiry... is not enough to lock the murderer."
"There are three things that can be ruled out at the moment... Master Colston Lovecraft, butler Henderson, and maid Oliver." Feng Shou sighed. "They have an ability to commit crimes, One has no courage to commit crimes, and one is a problem of size..."
"Body?" asked Schofield.
"You noticed it too..." Feng did not know, "The aunt Oliver is only about one meter six, and the weight is less than Dennis. The big waist and round body, even if it can barely turn out from the window, It is also impossible to climb the window to complete the layout of the secret room."
"Ah...hey...yes." Scofield apparently just understood, he thought for a few more seconds, and then the topic said: "But... why didn't you rule out the gardener's suspicion? Mrs. Carol found the body At that time, Mr. Barton is talking to you in your room, isn't it?"
"What about that?" Feng did not feel faint back. "Maybe he just finished the crime before coming to my room? In my opinion, no one in this villa has a valid proof of absence." Added, "Including myself, I don't have it. So... Mr. Detective, you have a lot of minds, although the chances are small, but it is impossible to completely rule out the possibility of committing crimes."
"How is this possible?" Scofield smiled. "You have no motivation at all. Besides, Mr. Dennis has helped you, isn't it?"
"Maybe I am so mad?" asked the author, "I don't think I am like it?"
Skerfield is hesitating. If you want to say something "somewhat a bit like" in your heart, the knocking on the door will sound again.
Dempdi was outside the door: "Sir, Mr. Jack Love Kraft is here."
Scofield quickly picked up. "Well, please come in."
Jack pushed the door and stepped into the middle of the room. When Dempty closed behind the door, he turned his head and glanced at it. Then he looked at it with a look of disappointment and Scofield. "What is this? Interrogation?"
"No, there are only some problems, I want to ask you." Feng did not smile and replied.
"Ha!" Jack smiled. He sat down on the chair with a big thorn and raised his legs. "The famous detective, ask me for advice?"
"Before the police came, you didn't seem to have heard of my name?" Feng did not know.
"Yeah, I don't read the newspaper very much." Jack said, "Even if you look at it, you don't pay much attention to the report on criminal investigation."
"Well... I guess you mainly look at the entertainment version." It’s not a word.
"Yes~ I used to be the lead singer of the rock band." Jack’s gaze stared at the booklet on his hand and dragged his voice back. "I have already said it to another police officer. What? This is also breaking the law." ?"
"Of course, I don't break the law." Feng did not know, "but if... you are a singer, kill your brother..."
"Hey! Hey! What are you talking about!" Jack muttered.
"What's wrong?" The singer's virtues are coming again. "Are you dissatisfied with the word ‘too gas,' or do you have any opinions on the allegations of murder? Or both?


Do you have any evidence for this?
Jack replied.
If there is no evidence, that’s it!

"Is the evidence..." I couldn't help but sneer. "Oh..." You should be thankful, I don't have such a gun." He repeated the words in a word, "This sentence...before the incident, The last sentence you said to Dennis. Many people have heard it, including me."
"What about that?" Jack asked. "Everyone can hear it, it is a joke."
"If people don't die, then it's a joke." Feng Shuo put his right hand on the desk, four fingers banging the table like a wave, "but now people are dead, the situation is not the same... ...in combination with the situation at the time, can I understand what you mean - 'If I have such a gun, I can't hit the ceiling.'"
"It’s nonsense! It’s all ghosts!" Jack snorted from his chair. "What a detective!" He turned to look at Schofield. "Police! You look at him like this?"
"I also think... your suspicion is the biggest." Scofield put out the shelf of his inspector and glared at each other with a look of awkwardness. " Among all the suspects, you are the only one who is physically and dead. Up and down, psychologically speaking, strong people have more courage to start, right?"
"You..." Jack said for a moment.
"Since you mentioned the rock band..." Feng Jie immediately called again. "Then I think, you are familiar with things like strings..." He paused and said, "It’s just... the weapon is also A similar thing."
"You know ...... but for the presence of the police, I've come beat you up." Jack very unhappy with the tone coming out one.
"Oh... I advise you not to be impulsive." Feng did not feel an eyebrow and replied slyly. "My fierce leg method is not blocked by a desk."
"Gentlemen... let us go back to the discussion of building a surname." Scofield had to persuade him to say a word because the two words and deeds in front of him had already had a lot of street-filled atmosphere...
"Hey..." Jack snorted and sat down again. He didn't know what to say to him: "Then you said, why should I kill my brother? Is it because of this today? I don't know him and the old. Why is Dad really noisy, why should I go to kill?" (To be continued.