Chapter 14 This Must Be the Author's Smokescreen...

"This time it shouldn't be the author's smokescreen, right..." Feng Bujue thought to himself, "The quest has already updated, and judging from the wording like 'inspect the scene' and 'await the police,' it's definitely a murder case."

"Feng... Mr. Feng." Barton looked at Feng Bujue somewhat helplessly, "Did you hear that..."

Feng Bujue replied, "Anyway... let's go take a look first." He strode towards the door and waved for Barton to follow him.

The two of them hurried through the corridor, running towards the direction of the sound.

This time, the scream came from the first floor, on the east side of the villa, which was exactly a room symmetrical to Jue-ge's guest room.

Feng Bujue and Barton were the first to arrive at the scene after hearing the sound. After turning a corner in the corridor, they saw Mrs. Carol, whose face was ashen. The woman was sitting on the floor in the corridor, muttering to herself, "Oh... God... no... this isn't real..." And her gaze was fixed on the open door in front of her.

"Madam, what's wrong? Are you alright?" Barton asked.

Feng Bujue didn't seem to care much about Mrs. Carol's condition, only glanced at her slightly, and then strode towards the guest room, turning to look inside the door...

Standing at the door, one could see a man's corpse slumped in the armchair. His head was tilted to one side, his eyes were rolled back, his mouth was half-open, and his neck, collar, and shirt were all soaked in a large amount of blood.

Accompanied by a burst of footsteps, a few more people arrived. Walking in the front was Jack, who asked as he walked, "What happened?"

Close behind were Dr. Powell, Henderson the butler, and Mrs. Odette. They all appeared in the corridor with expressions of doubt and worry.

Without saying a word, Feng Bujue rushed into the room before the onlookers could get close, checked under the bed, in the closet, and in the bathroom for anyone hiding. Then, he took a close look at the deceased's wound. After confirming that Dennis was completely dead, Jue-ge quickly retreated to the door, just in time to meet Jack.

"Oh! God! Dennis!" Jack was suddenly shocked when he saw the body. After being stunned for two seconds, he wanted to run into the room.

But a strong arm stopped him, blocking him outside the door.

"What are you doing! Let me in!" Jack shouted excitedly.

"He's dead," Feng Bujue said. "There's nothing you can do by going in." He said with a calm and firm attitude, "If you don't want to leave any evidence that is unfavorable to you at the murder scene, it's best not to step through this door."

At this moment, Henderson also arrived at the door. As soon as he poked his head in and saw the body, his face convulsed, and he immediately clutched his chest in pain and fell to the ground.

Jack was next to him and instinctively helped Henderson, "Hey! Henderson, are you alright?"

Dr. Powell, who was not far away, quickly stepped forward, "He has a heart condition! Quick, let him lie down first." He looked up at Barton, "Mr. Barton, there is a medical kit in my room, please..."

"Oh! I'll go right away!" Barton understood what the other party meant before the doctor finished speaking, and turned around and ran back.

As he passed the corner, he brushed past the maid, Oliver.

"What happened, Mr. Barton?" Oliver asked suspiciously.

But Barton didn't have time to pay attention to her and rushed past anxiously.

Feng Bujue, standing at the door of the room, coldly observed everyone's actions. At this moment, he spoke again, "Ms. Oliver."

"Uh... what? Sir." Oliver, who was at the end of the corridor, asked blankly.

"Please call the police," Feng Bujue said calmly. "A murder has occurred here."

Oliver's reaction was naturally very surprised, but Feng Bujue's tone didn't sound like a joke at all. Combined with the situation of the people in the corridor, Oliver belatedly screamed, "Oh! How terrible."

Feng Bujue didn't have time to stabilize everyone's emotions. He just did what he should do on his own. He turned his head to the other side and said to Mrs. Odette, who was already stunned, "Madam, could you please go upstairs... and tell your husband what happened here."

"Hey! Buddy!" Jack, who was kneeling on the ground helping the doctor rescue Henderson, suddenly raised his head, "Who the hell are you? When did this place become you giving orders?"

"I'm just a relatively calm outsider." Feng Bujue's gaze quickly swept across everyone's faces, "I believe you should also be clear that where there is a victim, there is a murderer."

As soon as he said this, everyone's expressions changed suddenly.

"So, before the police arrive, I hope everyone can cooperate with me to protect the scene." As Feng Bujue spoke, he also walked out of the room. He was about to close the door, but he found... a key inserted in the lock facing the corridor.

"Mrs. Carol," Feng Bujue asked immediately, "Was the door locked before you opened it?"

After a few minutes, plus the fact that more people had gathered around, Carol's emotions had stabilized a bit, but then she began to sob uncontrollably, unable to answer Feng Bujue's question.

"Please answer me, this is very important," Feng Bujue pressed.

"Wuu... yes... yes," Carol barely squeezed out a sentence.

"What's wrong?" Jack said to Jue-ge, "What does that mean?"

Feng Bujue pointed to the window opposite the guest room and said, "That's the only window in the bedroom. It's closed right now, and the window handle is also in the downward position." He paused for a second and continued, "The layout of this room is the same as the guest room I'm in. There's also a frosted glass window in the bathroom, but it's very small, with sides no more than ten inches long. It's impossible for anyone to pass through it."

Jack seemed to have realized something, and his expression changed drastically, "Are you saying... the murderer... is still in the room?"

"How could that be..." Feng Bujue denied, "Who would close the doors and windows after committing a crime and stay at the scene... Besides, I've already checked, there's no one else in the room." He stroked his chin and said, "It seems... this is a locked room murder."

While they were talking, Barton had hurried back with the medical kit.

"Quick! Give me the medical kit." Dr. Powell took the medical kit, skillfully found the required medicine, and gave old Henderson an injection. Then, he listened for a while with a stethoscope. Only then did he let out a long sigh of relief and said, "Hoo... it should be fine. I think he was too frightened. He'll be fine after resting for half a day."

Powell wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Jack, help me carry him back to his room, okay?"

"Okay..." Jack replied, while squinting at Feng Bujue, and said coldly, "Anyway, there's a great detective sitting here, so I don't need to get involved."