"I don't know!" John began to refuse to think.

"Miller wanted to kill John, and then use the secrets about John's background that he had in his hands as a trump card to let Sam inherit all the property, and then continue to extort Sam..." Doster kept up with Brother Jue's train of thought.

"Excellent! Sheriff." Feng Bujue praised Doster with a smile, and raised his glass to signal to him, "Then let's analyze what Miller's recording means?" He paused for half a second, and continued, "Starting from the most basic logic, when a person records such a sentence 'before seeing someone,' there is a 70-80% chance that they are worried about their personal safety being threatened during the upcoming trip.

"Assuming Miller was going to receive payment for hiring someone to kill, he naturally wouldn't have to worry about the employer doing anything to him before he took action; but... if he was going to collect the money from blackmail, he would of course have to guard against the other party killing him in a fit of anger.

"Furthermore... in case the police eventually investigate Miller, Miller can also use this recording, as well as the money he got from Sam, to falsely accuse Sam of hiring someone to kill, making Sam take the blame for him... In fact, he doesn't even need to say anything actively; haven't you already thought about that?

"Finally, this recording can also be used as capital for him to continue extorting Sam in the future. It can be said to kill three birds with one stone."

At this point, Feng Bujue's "another version of reasoning" for Sam can be considered to have come to an end.

If they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes and heard it with their own ears, John, Sam, and Doster might never have imagined that, for the same case, two different detectives could come up with two completely different inferences, which were both logically self-consistent and sounded like they were true.

"Hoo..." After a moment, Sam breathed a long sigh of relief, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He lit a cigarette while grinning and muttering to himself, "Sorry, I have to have one now."

"Hmph..." The next second, John glared at Sam and snorted coldly, "You really think... that a few words of nonsense from this Feng guy can get you out of this case?" His cold tone was like the north wind in December, "In the end... the two different versions of reasoning we just heard are just speculations made in the early stages of the case, when the investigation and evidence collection work have not been fully launched.

"So far, most of what they said and the doubts raised have no solid evidence to support them, but there is no doubt... that only the 'truth' will be supported by evidence.

"There is no such thing as a 'perfect crime' in this world. You will definitely leave clues... and I, John Herbert! Have ways to find your flaws and make you pay for what you have done!"

As his voice fell, Sam's hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he frowned, flicked the ash, and remained silent.

However, Feng Bujue had something to say.

Clap—clap—clap—clap clap clap clap...

Before speaking, Feng Bujue first put down his glass and applauded John's words just now.

"Good! Well said!" Brother Jue added as he clapped his last two hands, "Indeed, there is no perfect crime in this world. As long as it's a person, they will definitely leave clues..." He repeated this part of John's words first, and then changed the subject, "But... not every imperfect crime will be solved; and not all clues... can be found in time."

As he spoke, he stood up and walked to John.

Brother Jue is 1.8 meters tall, which is not considered very tall in Europe, but his aura at this time is at least 2.5 meters.

Tap—

After standing in front of John, Feng Bujue first raised his leg and stepped on the coffee table in front of John, then leaned his body forward and rested his right elbow on the knee of his raised leg.

"Sometimes, the 'truth' may not be seen, but 'false appearances' will be supported by 'false evidence'..." Brother Jue struck a pose, glaring at John, "So there are still many criminals in this world who are able to get away with it and act with impunity."

"What do you want to do again?" John looked up at Brother Jue, his eyes containing seven parts anger and three parts fear, "Do you still want to bring up the events of seven years ago?" As he spoke, he glanced at Zuo Yan next to him, "Even if you two talk until the sky falls, the verdict that has already been pronounced can never be changed..."

"He's right." Zuo Yan also looked at Brother Jue and added, "Regarding that case, the law has made a judgment, and we are powerless to change it; what a detective needs to do... is to find out the truth, not to judge anyone."

"Hehe... I didn't say I wanted to judge anyone." Feng Bujue smiled at Zuo Yan, then looked at John again, "Similarly... I didn't bring up that inheritance case just now either; you brought it up yourself." On his face, he put on an evil smile that made his opponent's hair stand on end, "What I want to talk about now is the case that happened yesterday... 'the planned murder of Pat Miller.'"

Clang—

These words frightened the half-drunk Doster so much that his hand trembled, and he dropped his glass on the ground. Fortunately, the glass didn't break.

Zuo Yan, after hearing this, appeared calm and immediately began to think deeply.

John and Sam, however, were no longer calm when they heard this sentence... The former cursed "mmp" in his heart, while the latter twitched at the corner of his mouth and gave a dry laugh, thinking, "Brother Feng, you are going against the heavens... you are insisting that a case of hiring a murderer is actually a case of the victim wanting to murder the assassin; this is no longer a matter of law... it's unreasonable!"

"Hey... Detective Feng..." Two seconds later, Doster said what Sam was thinking, "Such obvious self-defense... you insist on saying that John murdered Miller. Isn't that a bit unreasonable?"

"Reason?" Feng Bujue said, "A person who has no blood relationship with old Herbert took away all of his property, while the real heir of the Herbert family has to bear the stigma of being kicked out and even give up his own surname... Is that reasonable?

"You, the sheriff who has been on the island for decades, had the command of the crime scene taken away by a nineteen-year-old college student who just arrived... Is that reasonable?

"A case that could be solved in an hour and a half has already been reversed to this point by me... Do you think I still need to reason with you?"

No one could refute his words, not only the four people present... even Victor, who was hiding in the dark, was muttering in his heart, "Okay... you're ruthless. You continue to show off your skills. I'll just watch and not say anything."

"Listen to me..." Seeing that no one responded, Feng Bujue stood up again, waved his arm, pointed directly at John's nose, and said in a loud voice, "There is only one truth... this is premeditated murder!"