13 Mink Street

"The murderer did it on purpose?"

Sheriff Duke wondered.

But in fact, in his heart, he was touched by another word in Karen's words, that is...artwork.

a young man,

They even directly used "work of art" to describe the victim's body;

Although Sergeant Duke knew that these were the words spoken by the young man in front of him from the perspective of the murderer, it was hard not to let him feel that he was able to organize and complete this descriptive language in such a short period of time without any hindrance. Surprised.

But he still wanted to hear the young man continue, and immediately asked: "How do you judge?"

"Obviously, this is not a murder of passion."

"Yeah." Sheriff Duke nodded.

Passionate homicide corresponds to premeditated homicide, that is, there is no intentional homicide, but under the stimulation and provocation of the victim, he loses his mind, loses control and kills others.

But this corpse, with so many arrangements and decorations, has long been out of the category of passionate killing, because he has completed a series of follow-up work on the corpse.

Sergeant Duke turned his pipe and continued to ask: "How did you judge it? After all, we haven't done a detailed on-site investigation, have we?"

Karen hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Feeling."

"Feel?"

"Yes, the feeling when you see a dead body."

"Investigate the case based on feeling?" Sergeant Duke raised his hand, "No, I want to hear your feeling, can you tell me more specifically?"

"The murderer hid the body under the stage..."

Sergeant Duke said: "So, the murderer is very familiar with the environment of this dance hall, coupled with what you said before, if this accident was not an accident but deliberately made by the murderer, then the murderer is either in this dance hall. The employees, or at least they should be regulars at this ballroom.

Oh, sorry, I interrupted you again, please continue. "

"I can only go with the feeling, Sheriff." Karen explained again.

"It's okay, you say."

"The dance hall is a very lively place, with many people, and it is very noisy. Generally speaking, the murderer kills a person and disposes of the body with the main purpose of destroying the body. Here, it is completely different.

The reason why the murderer placed the corpse here, and made such a complicated and meticulous arrangement of the corpse, is that his purpose should be to present him in a certain day...that is, today.

It's like a painting is covered with a red cloth after the painter is finished, and when the guests arrive, the red cloth is uncovered and the work is displayed in front of people.

in addition,

Placed under the stage, I think it has another meaning. "

"Another meaning?"

"Although it was not a murder of passion, the murderer obviously carried a very strong hatred."

"You can rest assured that after investigating the identity of the deceased, we will check the social network of the deceased, focusing on those who have conflicts and opposites with the deceased."

"No, no, you misunderstood me. The hatred I said is different from the hatred you understand, Sheriff."

"no the same?"

"It should not belong to life, the grievances caused by friction in the circle of life activities such as colleagues, relatives, neighbors, and friends, and finally turned into the motive of killing and completed the killing.

The hatred I'm talking about is on another level.

you see,

The murderer's handling of the dead body paid too much attention to details. It not only had a strong religious meaning, but also expressed the artistic emotion similar to that of a sculptor. "

"I can understand the words you said, but when they are connected together, I have some..."

"You come with me."

At this moment, Uncle Mason had already led the crowd to carry the seriously injured person out, and only Karen and Sheriff Duke were left in the infield for the time being.

Because when the body in the hole in the middle of the stage was found, Sheriff Duke and Karen didn't scream, so in the previous messy environment, others didn't even realize that there was another body here that didn't belong to this "accident" corpse.

Karen walked off the stage and walked towards the seating area. The layout of this ballroom is very similar to a theater. In fact, before the ballroom was opened, this was a theater in Luojia City.

Therefore, the stage walks towards the "audience seat", which is the deck area, and it is an upward step. The further you go, the higher the height, similar to the scene of the arena.

Karen continued to go up, and when he got to the middle position, he stopped.

Here, there are tall small tea tables, which are so small that they can only hold a few glasses of wine, and there are no chairs next to them. If you want to sit comfortably, you have to spend extra money to open the booth in front.

Here, it is for you to put a cup for you to chat with your friends. Of course, if you are a girl, you can freely and freely go to the front seat to share a table and drink.

Unlike Uncle Mason, who had already washed his hands in the gold basin, Ron was a frequent visitor to this dance hall, and this area was also his main area, because there was no minimum consumption here.

A piece of music only takes three minutes, and 5 rupees for three minutes. Even though Ron's income is good, he actually spends a lot of money, so he can't find dancers to dance to his heart's content.

Most of the time, he took a glass of beer he bought, kept dipping his lips, and looked around, looking at those "ragged" beauties;

You must wait until the most beautiful and favorite person appears before inviting her to dance a song or two. After the dance, immediately give the dancer the money for the song, then leave the stage, come back here, and continue to use the cup The beer is on your lips, and while you are slowly savoring it, you are slowly looking for the next dance partner.

These are all on the way here by car, and Ron himself told about it. He is very proud, because he has extended the happiness to the extreme with the smallest cost.

Karen turned his head, and Sheriff Duke was standing behind him.

"Sheriff, please turn around."

"good."

Sergeant Duke turned and stood at half height, facing the stage below.

Karen's voice came from behind him.

"Sheriff, please use your imagination, this is no longer the ballroom where the stage collapsed just now, it is now operating normally.

Listen, the song has been released, it is the cheerful rhythm "Luo Jia Fairy". "

It was a cheerful piece, and Aunt Mary liked to play it when she was working in her studio.

"Look, the lights have gradually dimmed, and the guests have chosen their partners and stepped onto the stage.

You see, in the middle of the stage, there are hundreds of pairs of men and women, embracing and dancing together.

There are indeed a few couples in the periphery, dancing ballroom dancing seriously. Although the dancing posture is not perfect, it is still considered normal.

Inside, the male customers and the dancers were sticking together one after another, their hands slipped to where they should not be placed, and they kept rubbing them.

Listen, the sound of hormones is constantly ringing and rolling on the stage;

You see, everything in front of you is a concentrated expression of human desires. Everyone is close together, and through the cover of each other's bodies, the disguise is torn off, and even a kind of public pleasure can be sought.

look up again,

The glass stage above is another large piece of exciting scenery.

Morality, ethics, modesty, etc., have all been thrown off the stage, and money and primitive desires have begun to show their teeth and claws. The side that should be ashamed to see people, here, on the two-stage stage in front of you, becomes majestic. . "

Accompanied by Karen's narrative,

A similar scene seemed to appear in front of Sergeant Duke's eyes. Light and shadow began to intertwine and change at this moment.

"Please set your eyes on the stage, the center of the stage, and then slowly lower, slowly, and finally, fall to the bottom of the stage.

please tell me,

What do you see? "

Sheriff Duke replied: "A corpse, a corpse with a bible taught by Berry on its chest, a corpse held in a certain mocking pose."

"So, please tell me, what is his posture?"

"Lying down."

"Oh, is it?"

"Isn't it?"

"You are standing here now, please take a closer look, is he... really lying down?"

Sergeant Duke's eyes were fixed. Because of the height, when his perspective of consciousness was further switched, he couldn't help exclaiming:

"No, he is not lying down, he is standing; and those people dancing on the stage, they are actually lying down!"

suddenly,

Sheriff Duke clenched his fists violently,

Because he suddenly realized something,

That is, this position is the position of an observer, no, it is the position of an appreciator.

Sergeant Duke slowly turned his head to the left,

In his "line of sight", there seemed to be a black figure. He was standing there, standing beside him, with a smile on his mouth, admiring the dynamic picture in front of him.

He... is the murderer!

Sheriff Duke subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to catch him;

But the moment his hand touched the black shadow, the black shadow dissipated, and all the light and shadow around him also dissipated, returning to the messy appearance in reality again.

There were no other sounds, except for his slightly heavy breathing.

Sergeant Duke looked back at Karen, and said, "That's a guy who enjoys killing people, and he's enjoying it."

Things are getting serious.

Accidents, no one can predict, the casualties caused by accidents, relatives and friends will be sad;

But a perverted murderer is different. His existence can cause the entire Luojia City to panic.

"He doesn't actually think he's killing people, he's painting, he thinks he's presenting an art."

"The bible taught by Berry, the flower pot on the stomach, the middle finger, the naked corpse, these..." Sergeant Duke frowned slightly, "These, it seems...it seems..."

"Sheriff, you mean to say that none of this seems to matter, do you?"

"I... have this feeling."

"Because the sense of the picture is enough, no, more precisely, because these arrangements are all supporting roles to fill the painting and make the picture feel more stylish."

"So, whether it's the flower pot, the middle finger, or "Song of the Soul", it's actually meaningless to investigate these things. It's not the murderer's deliberate expression, but the murderer's casual collocation?

It's even possible that this corpse, whose identity I don't know yet, is probably not a follower of the Berry Cult? "

Karen nodded, but still reminded: "But Berry teaches to yearn for nature, and nature is a kind of nature."

Chief Sheriff Duke: "Yes, some Berry believers like to organize riotous parties, and they regard this kind of behavior as a way of expressing being close to nature, and this element is exactly the same as that on the stage. The scene echoes.

Therefore, the murderer is not a member of the Berry Cult, nor does he hate the Berry Cult. His hatred comes from this attitude, no, it is what he hates, which is contrary to what the Berry Cult advocates. "

"The Sheriff is right. A work of art without emotional venting is just a delicate pile without nutrition. It cannot bring happiness to the creator. Hate can also be a kind of happiness, and happiness needs to be substituted.

This corpse is not being punished here, he is not the object of the murderer's punishment, but the carrier of the murderer's substitution.

When the murderer stands here and looks at everything in front of him, he can assume that he is standing there, and the two men and women dancing on the stage with unsightly pictures are the objects of his hatred and teasing.

He is standing, those men and women are lying down, he is like a god, overlooking the dirty living beings, this is a kind of hatred beyond the ordinary sense. "

Sheriff Duke nodded, and then shook his head again: "I seem to have caught something, but I don't have a particularly big clue, the murderer, substitute, then, there may be no enmity between the murderer and the deceased...there may even be a very good relationship , very intimately, because only in this way can the murderer be on the dead..."

Karen smiled and said, "Find a sense of substitution."

Sheriff Duke hit himself on the head with his pipe,

Self-deprecating laugh twice:

"Ha ha..."

Subsequently,

He breathed a long sigh of relief, and said, "I think what you just said is groundless, it's all speculation and fabrication, but I think what you said is very reasonable."

"I'm just doing my duty as a good citizen to maintain the goodness and order of this city."

"In the next investigation, I will focus on those close to the deceased. The closer I am, the more I will pay attention."

Karen said nothing.

"Are you from the Inmeles family? What's your relationship with Mason?"

"I am his nephew and he is my uncle."

"Oh, I knew that you shouldn't be his family's recruit. You are so handsome. You don't need to be a corpse mover if you want to make money. You can stand here and wait for those wives to spend money to invite you to dance. "

After finishing speaking, Sergeant Duke, who thought he was very humorous, laughed.

Karen just agreed with a polite smile;

He has gotten used to it. In this world, there is always a kind of malice towards good-looking people.

"My name is Duke Malraux. You can call me Cigarette Duke."

"Karen Inmeles."

"Karen, how old are you this year?"

"Fifteen."

"Tsk, Mason has a very powerful nephew. The experience just now is the first time since I investigated the case."

At this moment, police officers began to come in.

"If the case progresses... No, no matter whether the case progresses or not, I will come to you again, Mink Street...No. 13."

"Yes, Sheriff."

Sergeant Duke turned and shouted to the officer who had just entered:

"There is a body of a murdered person under the hole in the middle of the stage. Protect the scene, and then contact the bureau to request new police reinforcements."

As he continued to walk down the steps, he turned his back to Karen and muttered in a low voice:

A nephew who can resonate with a perverted murderer.

After walking down a few steps, Sergeant Duke suddenly stopped and looked back at Karen:

"And one more thing."

"You say."

"When I checked the corpse just now, I found that the corpse had undergone a certain degree of embalming treatment, and it is winter now, so the corpse would not rot so quickly. The murderer can continue to enjoy this kind of happiness or hatred.

Why would he choose to present a dead body in this way...a work of art?

I can understand what he wants to show, but I think he can play a little longer, can't he? "

Karen looked at Sergeant Duke and replied, "It's possible that the murderer likes the new and hates the old."

Sheriff Duke's pupils shrank slightly: "You mean, the murderer has found a new target?"

"No."

"Oh~" Sheriff Duke breathed a sigh of relief.

Karen continued:

"The murderer may have appreciated it by now."

...

Karen walked out of the ballroom. When he came outside, he saw two ambulances parked here. Many injured people were being carried into the ambulances. The messy scene before had returned to a certain order.

But to Karen's embarrassment, the modified "Nutshell" hearse of the Inmeles family was gone.

Uncle Mason was busy transporting "guests", so he didn't notice that his nephew was not in the car!

In desperation, Karen prepared to take a taxi home.

The reason why he took the initiative to help Duke do criminal psychology profiling before was not because he was a detective addict, but because he had an urgent need to socialize with the outside world. Although he dare not "run away from home" now, it did not prevent him from contributing Make some preparations for the future, for example, get to know more people.

If you hide clumsiness, there is really no need for it. When you have a grandfather in your family who is always weighing whether to kill you, why are you hiding clumsiness?

At this time, a taxi stopped in front of Karen.

A man got out of the taxi, wearing a peaked cap, with an aquiline nose and a sharp chin.

After he got out of the car,

Karen sat in naturally, but after sitting in, she found that there was a woman in a gray skirt in the back seat who was sleeping soundly with her head leaning against the window.

The taxi driver turned around and shouted:

"Ma'am, ma'am, you're at your place."

The woman was woken up by the call, and while opening the car door from her side and getting out of the car, she muttered with some complaints:

"Boss, it's true. The police station said it was an accident. How could it be possible to have anything to do with strange demons? You still have to come here to take a look. Hey, boss, wait for me!"

"Sir, where are you going?"

"gentlemen?

gentlemen? "

"Ah, huh?" Karen responded a little absent-mindedly.

"Where are you going? You have to tell me the place before I can take you there."

"13 Mink Street."

"OK."

The taxi starts.

Karen silently opened his clenched left hand slowly, looking at the burn scar of the cross on it.

She just said, Strange Demon?

this moment,

Karen suddenly felt a guilty conscience and an extremely uncertain sense of fear.

the world outside the house,

It doesn't seem so good...