As expected, the person knocking at the door was Chief Doster; he only tapped on the door a few times before pushing it open and walking in.

"Whoa~ you're really drinking," the chief's gaze landed on the bottle of wine in front of Feng Bujue as he entered, and he couldn't help but complain.

At this moment, the expression on the Chief's face had become very relaxed, and behind this "relaxation" was an undisguised attitude of "a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water."

Regardless of how much benefit Doster usually received from John, or how wary he was of the Herbert family's power on the island… after the Internal Affairs Minister's phone call, these factors had ceased to exist.

Zuo Yan used action to convey a message to the chief—John Herbert's little power might be king-level on this island, but in the face of truly powerful people, he was just a canning factory owner with a little more money at home.

"Chief, you've come at the right time," Feng Bujue said with a smile when he saw Doster, enthusiastically adding, "How about trying this bottle of 'Bud' worth hundreds of thousands of pounds together?"

"Ha!" Doster chuckled dryly upon hearing this. Obviously, he took Jue-ge's words as a joke. "Sure, drinking wine worth more than my total retirement savings will probably send me to meet God."

As he spoke, the chief had already gone to the wine cabinet, casually grabbed a glass, and then headed for the sofa next to Jue-ge.

It seemed… he really intended to drink.

On the other hand, Zuo Yan and Sam also followed the chief into the room; they walked in one after the other, unhurriedly, and from their expressions, it was clear that they were each preoccupied…

When they entered the room, John had regained his usual composure, so these people didn't know about the wine turmoil just now.

"So… what's the progress?" After the three of them were seated, Feng Bujue looked up at Zuo Yan and asked the question.

Logically speaking, this matter should be asked of Doster, after all, he was the person in charge of the scene.

But Feng Bujue directly asked Zuo Yan… or rather, Widok.

Because Jue-ge was very clear that, apart from himself, the person (cat) closest to the "truth" was only Widok; even John and Sam, as the parties involved, might not have as much understanding of the whole incident as Jue-ge and Widok, these two observers.

"Hmm…" Zuo Yan first pondered for two seconds, then continued, "Without a doubt, this is a simple little case."

Just this opening remark alone made Feng Bujue certain of one thing—at this moment, the person (cat) talking to him was not Zuo Yan, but Widok.

Zuo Yan was a person with a light and indifferent personality, only in some sudden and critical situations would he become decisive, even aggressive; but usually… he often had a lukewarm attitude, and was very modest in his interactions with people; based on Feng Bujue's understanding of Zuo Yan, the latter would never say such an arrogant line as "simple little case."

But Widok was different. This cat was extremely arrogant. His catchphrase was "I am Widok." He often used these five words to answer some questions raised by Zuo Yan.

Why are you here? How did you do it? How did you know he was the murderer? How did you deduce such a motive?

Zuo Yan often asked Widok such questions. Although not every time, there were still many times… Widok answered with "I am Widok."

It's like you ask Batman—"How did you catch the criminal?"

At this time, Batman doesn't need to waste time explaining the process of reasoning and action to you, he just needs to reply: "Because_i'm_batman!"

Widok's situation… was also the same; for a detective like him, arrogance and ability were directly proportional, and he indeed had the capital to be arrogant.

Right now, he was using telepathic communication, speaking what he wanted to say through Zuo Yan's mouth.

Others naturally couldn't imagine… that Zuo Yan was actually repeating the words of a cat hidden somewhere, but as the creator of these two characters, Jue-ge was naturally very clear about this.

"Ha!" As soon as Zuo Yan finished speaking, Doster, who had already drunk half a glass of red wine, let out his signature dry laugh again, interjecting, "Looks like our famous detective is about to start his reasoning show, I've only seen this kind of scene in movies, I didn't expect to experience it myself today."

"Yes… I'm also looking forward to it." The next second, Sam also chimed in, using a tone that was three parts playful and seven parts expectant.

In fact, at this point, there was no need for him to speak, but… Sam was not a clever, skilled criminal, and couldn't avoid feeling guilty; therefore, he used this deliberately relaxed tone and said this sentence to cover up his nervousness and unease.

Regarding this, Feng Bujue really couldn't do anything better than feel anxious for him. This was really a rhythm that even a pig teammate couldn't carry…

The meaning behind Sam's actions, not to mention detectives of Jue-ge and Widok's level, even Zuo Yan and Chief Doster could see a thing or two; as for John… he had believed from the beginning that today's matter was related to Sam, and he could match whatever Sam did to his preconceived notion.

In short, Sam's statement, apart from making himself more suspicious in front of everyone, had no other meaning…

"Then…" After a brief but awkward silence, Zuo Yan spoke again, relaying for Widok, "In order to better allow everyone present to understand the course of this case, I will tell the whole story of the cause and effect of this case in chronological order…"

Speaking of this, he paused and adjusted his breathing.

Feng Bujue knew that this was actually Zuo Yan waiting for Widok to finish his next sentence; because telepathic communication also takes time, listening to the voice in his mind while relaying it was also a rather difficult skill; even if Zuo Yan was already very skilled now, it was still difficult to avoid the situation where his own voice and the voice in his mind overlapped and formed interference.

"To explain today's case, first of all, we have to mention the Herbert family's inheritance dispute case many years ago." Two seconds later, Zuo Yan continued.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, John interrupted him: "Mr. Zuo… isn't this going a bit too far?"

Before Zuo Yan could reply, Sam sneered and retorted, "Hmph… what? Are you afraid that some unspeakable things will be revealed?"

"Gentlemen!" Feng Bujue decisively interrupted them, "Mind your image, you are gentlemen, not shrews…" As he said this, he looked at John, "Mr. Herbert, if you can't offer a more appropriate and sufficient reason other than 'going too far,' then please let Comrade Zuo Yan finish speaking…" After he finished this sentence, he paused for half a second, and added, "Otherwise I'll feed you shit."