13 Mink Street

Chapter 15 Another work!

Karen felt a sudden "thump" in his heart.

Then,

is a short silence,

The weird thing is,

The other party didn't even hang up the phone;

"You interrupted my artistic creation..."

This sentence was repeated rapidly in Karen's mind, including the tone and tone.

Karen didn't think she had dialed the wrong number,

I don't think it's anyone's joke, either.

It is even more impossible to naively think that the other party is an artist, doing some traditional art in the cremation house.

Sometimes intuition is really important, because it can save you a lot of trivial details and let you go directly to the core of the problem.

Although rationality tells me that this is too bizarre and ridiculous,

But Karen still after a brief silence,

Use the fingers of your right hand to pinch your own throat,

Opened the mouth and said:

"Then you, do you need some valuable artistic advice?"

"Huh?"

The other party let out a doubt, as if he didn't expect the person on the other end of the phone to make such a reply, and then he smiled.

Karen heard laughter on the phone. It was male laughter, slightly gloomy and sharp. Karen continued:

"Still, you don't actually have much confidence in your own art."

"You're very interesting. It's a pity. If you had called earlier, I would have listened to your opinion. But unfortunately, it won't work this time."

"Why?"

When asking this question, Karen closed his eyes, this is an answer that can be obtained without asking.

On the other end of the phone, Karen also gave an answer consistent with what Karen thought:

"Because my creation has been completed this time, there are only a few finishing steps left, which makes me a little distressed. Can you understand this distress?"

Karen replied: "When I was learning to draw when I was a child, the teacher would point out that a certain corner of my picture was too open and I needed to fill in something, even if the added thing was not directly related to my whole painting, it was just to add And adding, but unfortunately, this is the most tangled."

"Yes, yes, it is this kind of distress, and I am like this now."

"This is actually a manifestation of insufficient level." Karen said, "So I failed to become a painter when I grew up. A person who can't even compose a picture well before painting and needs to fill in the gap at the end, what kind of painter is he? , what kind of artist is it, how can we talk about art.”

After Karen finished speaking, the breathing on the other end of the phone suddenly became rapid.

Psychologists know how to soothe people's emotions and avoid irritating their patients. Correspondingly, they are naturally clear and good at finding where the pain points are.

Karen continued:

"You think you're an artist? No, you're not. You're just an arrogant, narcissistic fool. Please don't insult the word 'art.'"

The sound of grinding teeth came from the other end of the phone,

Obviously,

Karen's words stung him.

And Karen, who was holding the microphone, was a little helpless, because he couldn't do anything now, not even call the police, because if you want to call the police, you have to hang up the phone before calling.

At the same time, he couldn't go down to Aunt Mary in the basement, and he couldn't go upstairs to find Grandpa, because the phone line wasn't that long.

If you shouted loudly...you could definitely hear it on the phone.

The other end of the phone said: "I am very disappointed in you. When I first spoke, I even thought that you would be a person assigned to me by God with the same aesthetics, but unfortunately, you are not.

You are young,

So your understanding of art is too superficial, because art has no hierarchy. "

Karen calmly responded:

"But art is divided into levels."

"Snapped!"

On the other end, he hung up the phone with great force.

Karen also put down the phone,

Frowning and wondering:

"He said……"

Karen released the fingers of his right hand. Because the throat was pinched for a long time, it was a little painful, so he had to stroke it gently, and coughed a few times at the same time:

"I'm still young?"

The last sentence returned to Karen's original timbre from the previous deep voice.

...

"Duo duo……"

"Come in."

The door of the study room was opened, and Diss, who was sitting behind the desk, raised his head and looked at Karen who was standing at the door.

"grandfather."

"What's up?"

"Hughes Cremation House, something seems to be wrong."

"how do you know?"

"Because I just called, and the person who answered the phone seems to be the murderer, that perverted murderer from the Crown Ballroom."

Grandpa put down the pen in his hand,

asked:

"Did you call the police?"

Karen shook her head.

"Call the police." Grandpa suggested.

Karen actually didn't want to call the police, because the other party had already stated clearly on the other end of the phone that his work had already been completed.

In other words, if there was a victim, he was already dead.

Call the police to collect the body?

Karen didn't think it made much sense, unless the killer broke his leg walking away from the crime scene and the police car pulled up to him.

"Are you worried that if this is a joke?" Grandpa asked, "Don't worry, even if you report a false police report, it's just a fine."

Karen shook her head again.

"So, what do you want to do?"

"I want to go to Hughes Crematorium now to have a look."

Go and have a look, his new work;

Diss picked up the teacup, took a sip, and nodded slightly:

"You can go, I agree."

Karen was still standing at the door, not moving.

"Huh?" Diss put down the teacup, "What's wrong?"

Karen licked her lips,

Very straightforward:

"I'm alone, I dare not go."

"Hehehe." Diss suddenly laughed, "When you were a child, you didn't dare to go to the bathroom at night, that's what you told me."

Suddenly,

Diss was silent.

There was also a bit of resentment on his face.

...

"What's the matter, my little Karen?"

"Grandpa, it's dark, the bathroom, peeing, I'm alone, I dare not go."

"Then grandpa is waiting for you standing here in the corridor, is it convenient for you to go inside?"

"Grandpa and I go together, let's go together."

...

The taxi drove all the way from Minke Street to Hughes Crematorium in the suburbs. The distance was a bit far, and it took Karen more than twice the time it took Karen to take a taxi home from the Crown Ballroom.

At the gate of Hughes Crematorium,

The taxi driver turned his head, looked at Diss sitting in the back seat, and said with a smile:

"Hello, 45 rupees."

Diess handed over a 50 bill, the driver retrieved the 5 rupees and handed it over, and Diess took it back.

Subsequently,

The grandpa and grandson got out of the car.

Looking at the direction in which the taxi was leaving, Karen silently said in his heart:

"grass."

The gate of the cremation house was closed, and an old motorcycle was parked at the gate. There was a bundled quilt on the seat of the motorcycle, and a man and a woman stood beside them, looking very anxious.

What was tied in the quilt should be the remains sent over for cremation.

But there was a "Closed Business" sign at the entrance of the cremation agency;

"Excuse me, are you from the cremation agency?" The woman stepped forward and asked.

Karen shook his head and replied, "No."

When the man heard this answer, he was so angry that he kicked away a stone in front of the door, cursing:

"I already made an appointment yesterday, why is it closed today, it's shameless, shameless!"

"Or, let's change to another one." The woman suggested.

"It's too late, it's almost dark, and if you rush to other cremation houses now, they will definitely be closed."

"Isn't the door open today?" Karen asked.

"We've been waiting since one o'clock." The man said angrily.

Karen noticed the quilt on the other party's motorcycle, and some white hair was faintly exposed from the corner of the quilt, which should be the deceased old man at home.

Those who can handle funerals at the Inmerais family are not ordinary people, and most of them are middle-class; even the children of Mr. Mosang, who have been complained about by Aunt Mary many times, even if they cut off many services, they can still be spent in the end. There are also several thousand rupees.

A few thousand rupees is not a small amount of money for low-level families.

And the recipients of the welfare bills are required to be people without relatives and no reason. Even if your family is poor and cannot afford the funeral expenses, as long as you have relatives by your side, you cannot enjoy the "welfare bills" like Jeff, because you are not pitiful enough. .

Therefore, when the real low-level people in Luojia City passed away, their family members would directly send them to the cremation house for cremation.

Uncle Mason once said that the customers that the Inmeles family considered "poor" were already high-quality customers in the eyes of the crematorium.

At this time, a red car of "Kamen" drove over and stopped at the door.

After the door is opened,

To Karen's surprise, it was Mrs. Hughes who came down wearing a blue dress and a brown down jacket.

When Mrs. Hughes who was still "alive" saw Karen, a smile appeared on her face, but after seeing Diss standing beside Karen, she immediately regained her dignity.

"Hey, why is the door closed?"

Mrs. Hughes stepped forward, took out a spare key from the bag while wondering, and opened the lock.

"Why are you here now!" The man on the side couldn't help but stepped forward to question.

Mrs. Hughes glanced at him, then glanced at the motorcycle, and replied:

"I don't know, although there are only two reservations today, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, well, it should be you in the afternoon, so I gave myself and another employee a holiday, leaving an old employee on duty with.

If it wasn't for the owner of the cement factory driving past and seeing customers waiting at my door and calling me, I wouldn't have come here.

Oh, that's strange, did old Darcy miss work today? "

"I don't know the reason for your cremation agency, but I brought my mother here today and have been waiting..."

"You can go to the government to file a complaint against me, or simply go to the police station to report the case. I have already explained to you that the right to file a complaint is up to you, but please keep a distance from me now. I am a place where corpses are burned. Believe it or not Throw you into the furnace and burn them!"

Facing Mrs. Hughes' sudden strength, the man was frightened and dared not speak any more.

A woman who has run a cremation agency alone for so many years must have a fierce side, otherwise she really can't support it until now.

"By the way, Mr. Diss, today you..."

"My grandson wants to come and see you." Diess replied.

Mrs. Hughes blinked. She really wanted to say some nasty words to tease the handsome guy from the Inmeles family, but she couldn't help it. Diss' aura is too strong. It's no wonder Mary is always at the girlfriends party Revealed the awe of her father-in-law.

After the door was opened, Mrs. Hughes walked in. The man also picked up the quilt wrapped in the bed, and his wife helped to set up the lining. The two followed Mrs. Hughes in.

"Do you need to go in?" Diss asked.

"Yes," Karen replied, "if the work of art isn't Mrs. Hughes, it should be someone else."

Karen still firmly believed in his own judgment, and the previously locked door of the cremation agency itself was one of the evidences that things were unusual.

three groups of people,

Mrs. Hughes called "Old Darcy" as she walked in,

The couple holding the old man's body followed behind.

Behind them are Karen and Diss.

at last,

Everyone came to the glass wall of the crematorium together.

The door of the crematorium was opened, and there was no one inside.

"Please cremate my mother first," the man said.

"I've got to find my workman!" snapped Mrs. Hughes, angry at finding the stove hot, which meant great waste. "Old Darcy, old Darcy!"

Karen noticed the countertop in front of her, or rather, the urn on it.

The last time I came here, the urns were neatly placed with the price tag, but now, the urns are neatly stacked like building blocks, not the kind of triangle, but a rectangular upright.

In addition, these urns are placed on their sides, that is, the lids of the urns are facing outwards rather than upwards.

Karen stepped forward,

His eyes fell on the edge on the left side below, he reached out, grabbed the closed lid of the urn, and opened it.

"Ahhh!!!"

The woman screamed.

"ah!"

The quilt in the man's hand also fell, and his mother rolled out of the quilt.

"My God!" Mrs. Hughes covered her mouth.

Diss moved closer silently.

In the urn that Karen had just opened, there was... a foot, a bloody foot.

Moreover, there is a price tag between the toes, and the price on it is 1,500 rupiah.

Karen opened the upper urn again, revealing the knee.