13 Mink Street

"Do...do...do..."

"Enter."

Karen pushed open the door of Diss's study and walked in.

Diss closed the folder that was spread out in front of him, watched Karen walk in front of him, and sat down.

"What's up?"

"I've just done counseling for Mrs. Seymour."

"How's the effect?"

"It's okay, her emotions have been expressed, and the next step is to use time to gradually heal the pain and adapt to the new life."

"Um."

"But I learned one thing from Mrs. Seymour."

"explain."

"Mrs. Seymour lives at 46 Rhine Street."

"Good location."

"Mr. Piaget, whom I met at Hughes Crematorium last time and who gave me the first psychological consultation fee of 20,000 rupees, is the neighbor of Seymour's family. He lives at No. 45."

"Um."

"Grandpa, I think this is too coincidental. Mr. Seymour died in the ballroom. It is said that Mr. Seymour had a good relationship with Piaget during his lifetime, and the two often went fishing together.

The old Darcy personally cremated the body of Piaget's wife Linda not long ago. "

"Well, it's a bit of a coincidence."

"More importantly, I handed the ashes of Piaget's wife Linda to Mr. Piaget with my own hands, but Mrs. Seymour said that Linda gave her a delicious meal this morning. Apple pie."

The wife who had been turned into ashes suddenly "resurrected" and was still cooking.

"You mean, that Mr. Piaget is the murderer?"

"I have no idea."

"You don't know? I see that you and that Sheriff Duke had a very speculative conversation."

"Grandpa, this is like some religious scriptures. We can sit face to face and talk about theories all day, from the mysteries of the truth and gods in the universe, to the operation of human society and the truth, goodness and beauty of human nature.

But after chatting for a day, we couldn't even get a taxi home. "

Criminal psychology seems to be a very powerful existence, but it is actually not a panacea. Sometimes after talking about it, it is found that the mouth is wrong. Even if it is really excellent and correct analysis, it can only give one. Approximate direction.

Instead, the ring finger pushed the frame: there is only one truth, and that is...

In terms of investigating cases, Karen believed that Sheriff Duke would be more proficient than himself. After all, one should never compare one's hobbies with other people's jobs.

Perhaps, Sheriff Duke can get a lot of inspiration here, but what he can provide is limited to inspiration.

In the last life, a friend pushed a video of a case to himself, hoping to analyze it himself. It was a case of husband killing his wife and hiding a corpse.

After reading it, Karen said directly that there is no need to analyze it at all.

When the old criminal policeman came to ask the husband, he probably knew that the husband was the murderer, and the next step was the boring process of finding the body to confirm the evidence.

And the murderer's husband, who seemed to be very "calm" and "steady" in the eyes of ordinary people, all his disguises were not worth mentioning in front of the old criminal police.

"I probably understand what you mean." Diss nodded.

Karen smiles.

"You mean, I've been doing meaningless things all the time."

"..." Karen.

Diss picked up the teacup,

Karen took the initiative to go forward to lift the thermos bottle,

Dis said:

"full."

Karen put down the thermos bottle embarrassingly.

"So, what are you here to do?"

"It's like this, Grandpa. After we left home this afternoon, Mr. Piaget came to visit me at home and left me an invitation card, inviting me to visit his home."

"You want to go?"

"Yes."

"Let's go then."

"But I... dare not."

Karen sat there, talking very confidently.

"I'll be busy in the next few days, and I have some things to deal with." Diss put down the teacup, "I don't have time to go out with you like this afternoon."

"Then I... will not go."

"Yeah." Diss nodded.

"Grandpa, you go to bed early, and I'm going to bed too."

"good."

Karen stood up, and when he walked to the door of the study, Diss' voice came from behind:

"If you really want to be a guest..."

Karen turned around with a smile on her face: "Will Grandpa make time to accompany me?"

Diss shook his head and said, "You can let it accompany you."

"who?"

"Meow……"

Pu'er jumped down from an unknown corner of the bookshelf and walked up to Karen. The black cat had a clear reluctance on its face.

Karen has long discovered that the black cat at home is very talented in expressing emotions. Many other pets can only express a single emotion by baring their teeth, but Pu'er is very delicate, or anthropomorphic.

"Grandpa, are you sure?"

Karen asked.

"Sure."

Karen, who received an affirmative reply, said seriously:

"I see, Grandpa."

After finishing speaking, Karen walked out of the study and helped Grandpa close the study door.

stand at the door,

Karen blinked.

He believed that Diss could bring him enough sense of security;

Even if you exclude the weird things you experienced before,

When Diss asked him to peel his arm in the light hearse, he didn't even frown, and at that time at the door he clearly expressed the urge to kill himself;

Even if you imagine Diss as a young and Dangerous boy, it is still a strong security guarantee.

be hard on yourself,

Dare to kill,

Even if he is a little older... Well, this age is not a problem, Karen believes that if he compares his physical fitness, he will never be an opponent of Diss;

Therefore, the existence of grandpa has surpassed the gangsters outside.

but,

that cat...

"Maybe, this is a cat with a story."

Karen looked at his feet and found that Pu'er did not follow;

"Go take a shower and go to bed first."

...

"You are crazy, crazy! You actually let the noble me play detective agency games with a child, Dies, what do you think, what do you think!"

Pu'er, who was pacing on the catwalk, did not appear on the desk this time, but stuck to the wall, keeping a considerable distance.

"I want you to look at him. As you said, he is a strange demon."

Pu'er heard this,

cat face side,

Asked rhetorically:

"Then why not just kill him?"

Diss looked at Pu'er in the corner.

"hiss……"

Pu'er's tail raised immediately, his limbs tensed, and he said immediately:

"I see, I will accompany him, and I will take good care of this strange demon."

...

Its daybreak,

This time, Karen slept until ten o'clock in the morning. It should be that there were too many things yesterday, which made him too tired.

In addition, the quality of sleep was not very good last night, and I had several dreams;

dreaming:

For a while he danced with a dancer in the ballroom, and for a while he shoveled ashes by the incinerator;

For a while, I lay in the coffin in the mourning hall on the first floor of my house, listening to the prayers,

After a while, she lay in Mrs. Hughes' arms again, almost suffocating.

After washing,

Karen felt that he had regained his spirit.

When they came to the second floor, Aunt Winnie saw Karen coming down and said with a smile, "I have already prepared lunch."

"Thank you, aunt."

Lunch is noodles;

Aunt Winnie and Aunt Mary have enjoyed it ever since they saw Karen hanging soup.

The noodle soup was nice and it was also topped with chopped green onions.

In addition, there is also a can of oily spicy peppers that Karen made earlier, which is also placed on the table at the moment.

The only pity is that the noodles are not so chewy, but the taste is already ok.

He really didn't want to wake up in the morning to see the combination of bread, fried eggs and sausages. He was not happy.

Aunt Mary sorted out the remains of the two "guests" in the basement;

A patient died in a nearby hospital, and Uncle Mason had gone there with Paul and Ron;

Business is like this, either idle for many days in a row, or orders come all at once.

Of course, from the perspective of emotional inclination, most people don't want the business of the Inmeles family to be booming.

Karen ate lunch and came to the first floor.

He first sat down on the sofa and flipped through the newspaper.

There was news in the newspaper that two people were killed and several people were injured in an accident in the Crown Ballroom yesterday, but there was no news about the homicide, and the death of old Darcy at the Hughes Crematorium was not reported.

On the front page of the newspaper cover was the election manifesto of the old mayor of Luojia City. It was not difficult to guess that this serial murder case was suppressed. After all, the mayoral election was in full swing.

If the vicious serial murder case breaks out, it will easily make people panic, and everyone will question the ability of the old mayor. You know, he has been promoting "law and order" as his most proud achievement.

"Need coffee?" Aunt Winnie came down with a pot of coffee. This pot of coffee was prepared for Aunt Mary who was working in the basement. Of course, Karen could also share a cup.

"No need for aunt, I'm going to go out later to drink coffee at other people's homes, and I can save a little bit at my own home."

"Puchi..."

Aunt Winnie laughed when she heard this, and said:

"You sounded more and more like your Aunt Mary just now."

At this time, the phone in the living room rang.

Karen stood up and took the coffee from her aunt: "I'll go and deliver it to my aunt."

"OK."

Aunt Winnie went to answer the phone.

Walking into the basement and coming to the door of Aunt Mary's studio, Karen gently knocked on the door that was already open.

"Luo Jia Fairy" was playing in the studio, the melody was brisk, and Aunt Mary was humming along with the beat. Her back was facing the door, and her slightly plump figure was more beautiful under the long skirt.

This made Karen think of Mrs. Seymour who took off her clothes in front of her last night. She was too thin.

Although it is an immoral act to judge the body of an elder, after all, it is only in the heart, even among relatives, one can tell whether one is good-looking or not. The most important thing is to keep the Lingtai clear.

Just look at it with the eyes of appreciating works of art.

Tsk... Appreciation, artwork.

Karen suddenly realized that because of the serial perverted murderer, these words have changed a bit in his opinion recently.

"Oh my Karen, have you come to deliver coffee to your beautiful aunt?"

"Yes, my charming aunt."

It can be seen that Aunt Mary is in a very good mood, and the package B is obviously more nourishing for her than Uncle Mason.

Because, in addition to the entry bonus for family members, Aunt Mary is the highest in terms of basic salary and performance bonus. The better the family business is, the more her income will be.

A mortician is more than just putting on makeup casually,

Like old Darcy who would be sent in after a while when the police were done with the case or the evidence was collected,

Aunt Mary was going to put dozens of pieces of old Darcy back together.

This was a job that even the perverted murderer couldn't complete, but for Aunt Mary, it wasn't a problem at all.

Karen poured out a cup of coffee and handed it to her aunt, who drank it slowly;

At work, coffee is only used to regulate emotions, and there is no time to taste it at all.

Karen saw that her aunt was painting Mr. Seymour's body earlier.

Yes, painting is like doing maintenance on the car.

Also, Mr. Seymour's abs...that's really bronzed.

"is it nice?"

Aunt Mary held the coffee cup in one hand and touched Mr. Seymour's abdominal muscles with the other hand, and said to Karen:

"You can touch it, Mr. Seymour won't mind."

"No need, Auntie."

He's still not used to touching a man's abs, and he's still a dead man.

"Mr. Seymour's figure is indeed quite good. It can be seen that he was a person who liked to exercise very much during his lifetime."

Hearing this, a thought suddenly appeared in Karen's mind;

If he could bring Mr. Seymour to visit Piaget, then his safety would seem to be guaranteed.

Although Mr. Seymour has been spray painted, it can be seen that he is actually quite strong. If he can stand up and follow him, he will be a good bodyguard.

But then Karen laughed inwardly again,

What kind of dream is this.

Mr. Seymour's face was pierced with many pins, and at the same time there were silk threads supporting it;

"Mrs. Seymour said that she was attracted by Mr. Seymour's image of a tough guy when she was young, so she hoped that Mr. Seymour could be buried with the most perfect image in her mind. I have to trim some edges and corners for his face. .”

Karen nodded, no wonder he just looked at Mr. Seymour's half-decorated face and felt a bit like Schwarzenegger.

"Auntie, I'm going up first, and I'm going to visit Mr. Piaget later."

"go Go."

Aunt Mary put down her coffee cup and continued with her art.

...

Back in the living room, Karen tidied up his clothes and put a thousand rupees in his pocket. He planned to buy some snacks or fruit to take with him before visiting Mr. Piaget.

Pu'er prostrated on the mortuary table, with his face facing inward and his tail motionless, as if "playing dead" would prevent Karen from seeing him.

But Karen still stepped forward and picked it up.

He still believed in Diss' words, because if Diss wanted to kill him, he didn't have to go through all these detours.

Holding the cat, when walking out of the living room, Karen saw the golden retriever lying in the flowerbed.

I looked at the cat in my arms,

I looked at the big golden retriever again,

No matter what, I feel that this big dog can bring me a sense of security.

hesitated,

Karen walked over and picked up the golden retriever.

that's all,

One person, one cat, one dog,

Standing outside the door, waiting for a taxi.

Soon, a taxi stopped, and the driver poked his head out and said to Karen:

"Sir, there is an extra cleaning fee for pets."

"Then please go, I won't take your car."

The driver was stunned for a moment, and said: "Then I won't accept it this time, who told me that I also like pets, please get in the car."

"To No. 45 Rhine Street, how much?"

"45 rupees."

"Then please go."

"Hahaha, how about 30 rupees, it's my birthday today."

"25 rupees."

"This is too low." The driver looked embarrassed.

"Stop by a pastry shop and I'll treat you to a small cake for 10 rupees to celebrate your birthday."

"You get in the car."

...

One p.m;

Karen was holding a box of macarons and standing at the door of No. 45 Rhine Street.

Beside, sat a cat and a dog.

Karen stepped forward and rang the doorbell.

not long,

The door of the back room was opened, and a woman in pink home clothes came out. When she came to the gate of the courtyard, she looked at Karen, a stranger, with some doubts.

"Excuse me, are you Mrs. Adams?"

Piaget's full name is: Piaget Adams.

"Yes, you can call me Linda, may I ask who you are?"

"I am a friend of your husband, and I have been invited to visit."

Also,

The person who picked up your ashes with his own hands.