13 Mink Street

"Look, this is the watch."

Mrs. Seymour produced a black box, which contained a gold Miffet watch.

Not long ago, the piece of "Monroe" that Mrs. Hughes gave her was priced at 2,000 rupees, while the market price of Mrs. Seymour's piece was ten times that, that is, 20,000 rupees.

The last time Piaget next door gave a consultation fee of 20,000 rupees, this time Mrs. Seymour also directly sent a 20,000 rupees watch.

It can only be said that the people who live on this street are really rich.

The income of ordinary people who work hard for a year is not considered "net", but in the eyes of the real wealthy class, it is just a small expense.

"It's beautiful, a very delicate watch." Karen said.

"As long as you like it." Mrs. Seymour smiled.

"No, ma'am, it's too expensive for me to accept."

Karen didn't pretend to be coy, he really didn't intend to.

In his previous life, he was an ordinary boy who gradually achieved material prosperity through his hard work. In this life, he had no worries about food and drink in the Inmeles family anyway. Therefore, in terms of money, he can still hold on. of.

Haggling with taxi drivers is not because you are reluctant to spend the fare, but because you don't like the feeling of being slaughtered like a fat sheep.

Money, I definitely like it, but I can't really talk about extreme desire.

If the Inmoles family was an ordinary family with so many members living in low-rent housing, then he would probably have accepted this watch directly.

To put it bluntly, it is still not poor enough.

At first, Mrs. Seymour thought that Karen was being thin-faced, so she tried to persuade her several times, but later found out that Karen really didn't want it;

"Well, I heard that psychiatrists can also provide treatment, right?"

"Now I am only responsible for providing services to the guests at home. Of course, if you need it, madam, I can provide services for you."

"Then take this watch as the consulting fee I paid you in advance for the next year, okay?

You come to visit my home once a month. Or, when your home is not busy, I can come to ask you to do psychological counseling for me. "

"Even so, it's too much."

"I think it's worth the money. Do you know how much I spent on my husband's funeral?"

Karen opened her mouth,

He knew it was a B-package that would thrill Aunt Mary,

But he could not directly say the price.

Because the prices on the menu at home are extremely watery, and then the corresponding discounts are made according to the reactions of the customers.

Karen knew the reserve price, that is, the specific cost, but he didn't know the final price set by the family for Mrs. Seymour.

If he said it low, wouldn't Mrs. Seymour directly realize that she was "killed"?

In business, there are profits that fluctuate up and down. If you like it, Karen can understand, and no matter what, he doesn't need to smash the corner of his own house, right?

"200,000 rupees."

Mrs. Seymour held up two fingers.

call……

Karen breathed a sigh of relief, uncles and aunts, the slaughter was not too harsh, and it was still within a reasonable range.

This price is enough for Mr. Mosang and Jeff to burn it back and forth twenty times.

"So, you see, I'm even willing to spend 200,000 rupees for the funeral of that dead ghost. What's the point of sending you a watch?"

Although Mrs. Seymour's emotions have been relieved, her hatred for Mr. Seymour is still there.

"I'm not afraid of your jokes, I'm just afraid, I'm afraid that I will be very lonely next time."

When Mrs. Seymour said this, there was no love or desire in her eyes, and there was no suggestion in the words themselves.

She was used to being a good wife, but before his death, her husband dealt a heavy blow to her worldview.

"I see, ma'am, I am willing to provide you with psychological services. If you need it, you can call directly." Karen said.

"That's really great. Come on, I'll help you put this watch on myself."

The watch is worn,

Mrs. Seymour took a few steps back, looked at it carefully, and said:

"What a handsome boy."

...

Walking out of Seymour's house, and waving goodbye to Mrs. Seymour who warmly saw her off, Karen walked towards the end of the street, where it was convenient to take a taxi, and took off the watch on her wrist while walking and put it away.

The golden retriever is very happy, and no one who lives in the Inmeles house is willing to take it out for a long walk.

Karen put Pu'er on his shoulders. The cat would not see wild cats running around excitedly on the road, so there was no need to worry about it getting lost.

Standing at the intersection, Karen waved for a taxi.

"13 Mink Street."

"Okay, sir."

Sitting in the car, Karen kept his eyes closed.

The first thing that came to his mind was the situation in Piaget's family.

Did Piaget start killing for fun after schizophrenia?

No matter how you think about it, it doesn't feel like it.

Although the voice on the phone can be changed, such as changing a male voice into a female voice, or changing a female voice into a male voice, this does not require any voice changer, because the tone of the phone itself in this era is very "metallic".

But Piaget does not fit his psychological profile of the perverted murderer. He may be a little naive in terms of interpersonal relationships, but a person who can take the initiative to create a "split personality" for himself is absolutely "stupid" is irrelevant.

So,

In other words, are the paintings seen in her wife's studio a coincidence?

Not really a coincidence.

Karen had a headache, and couldn't help reaching out and gently kneading his forehead;

The feeling of nausea and dizziness hasn't completely dissipated since seeing the third painting of the Cult of Order's trial.

"Are you motion sick?" The driver observed Karen through the rearview mirror, "I can drive slower."

"No, no, please hurry up."

"OK."

The taxi stopped on the side of the street, Karen paid the fare and got out of the car.

He suddenly felt that he seemed to be able to get a driver's license and buy a car.

It's not difficult to get a driver's license. As for a car, buying a second-hand car is not too expensive. The most important thing is that taking a taxi in Luojia City is not convenient, and the cost is quite high.

Karen walked into the living room and saw Aunt Mary sitting on the sofa with Mrs. Hughes. Mrs. Hughes had red eyes and wiped the corners of her eyes from time to time with a tissue. Aunt Mary was comforting beside her.

It was too late yesterday, and Mrs. Hughes didn't come into the house. Today she came to seek comfort from her best friend.

"Don't worry, I will groom old Darcy very well and arrange a decent funeral for him. Alas, the murderer is really horrible. Poor old Darcy."

Hearing that Aunt Mary was saying this to Mrs. Hughes, Karen couldn't help but came over and reminded:

"Yes, although the murderer brutally dismembered old Darcy's body into dozens of pieces, my aunt's ability must be fine."

"Damn old Darcy!"

Aunt Mary blurted out;

She really didn't know that old Darcy had turned into old Darcys.

After scolding, my aunt immediately changed her words:

"Damn the murderer for treating old Darcy like that."

immediately,

Aunt couldn't care less about comforting Mrs. Hughes,

She also took out a tissue and wiped her tears.

"What's wrong with you?" Mrs. Hughes looked at Aunt Mary, shouldn't you be comforting me?

Aunt Mary choked up and said:

"I feel sorry for old Darcy, he is really...too miserable."

Mrs. Hughes raised her head, looked at Karen who was standing there, forced a smile, and said, "Karen, your aunt and I plan to have a barbecue at night, you can go with us, that is a very famous barbecue restaurant .”

"I'm not going." Karen declined.

Aunt Mary raised her head. At this time, her eyes were a little red, and she said, "Go, I want to drink tonight. You are the only adult man at home who is suitable to accompany us."

Karen suggested, "I can call uncle."

Aunt Mary roared almost out of control: "I won't give him the chance to put the two of us drunk together to bed!"

"Okay, I'll go."

"Wait for me for a while, I'll go down and finish up those guests first."

"Okay, Mary."

Aunt Mary stood up and walked towards the basement while wiping her tears with a tissue. After going down the ramp, she heard a shout from below:

"***, poor old Darcy!!!"

Mrs. Hughes on the sofa let out a long sigh of relief, and even winked at Karen, saying:

"It's hard work for Mary. By the way, Karen, where is the watch I gave you? Why didn't you wear it? Don't you like it?"

Mrs. Hughes found that Karen's wrist was empty.

"I like the watch my wife gave me, but I haven't developed the habit of wearing a watch yet. I forget it when I get up in the morning. Maybe I will get used to it later."

"That's good, I thought you hated the Monroe I gave you."

"How is it possible, that is the most precious gift I have ever received besides my family."

At this time, the phone rang.

Karen walked over and answered the phone.

"Hi, is this the Inmeles family? I'm looking for Karen." Sheriff Duke's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hi Sheriff Duke, I'm Karen."

"We have found out the identity of the corpse under the stage of the Crown Ballroom. Its name is Cole. It is from the city next door. It came to Luo Jia three months ago to find a job. This is the news that the police station of the city next door gave us.

I have asked my police officers to visit the neighborhoods where he has been active, and I should be able to get specific information soon, such as where he works and who he is in contact with. "

"It should be easier to find if it is published in the newspaper," Karen said.

"I submitted an application, but it was rejected, and the reason given to me was that the death of the deceased would cause social panic and protests from the Berry Church.

I'd love to kick those politicians' asses out the second hole with my boots!

They are nothing more than busy with the election, so they are eager to suppress the matter. If we can publish the photos of the deceased in the newspaper as soon as possible, we may not need the help of the police station next door. We have already found him now In the city's network.

Now, I can only pray that it goes faster.

I've already listed old Darcy's network here, and I'm just waiting for that unlucky guy named Cole. As you said, if the two networks overlap, the murderer can be locked in, right? "

"Yes."

"I still want to ask you one more question, Karen, is the murderer really so stupid, and he specifically seeks out people around him, won't this be discovered soon?"

"My feelings and experience tell me that's the case. And the reality is, you haven't found him yet."

"Hehe, you mean it's because our police are too stupid to reflect the cleverness of the murderer?"

"I didn't say that."

"Alas..." Sergeant Duke sighed, and there was the sound of matches rubbing on the other end of the phone, probably lighting a pipe, "As you said, that guy will soon kill another person to finish his job." That shitty artistic creation, I hope I can find him out and catch him before he kills another person."

"I hope so too."

"Okay, I'll hang up first. I'll let you know when I have news. I don't know why I have a hunch that your judgment is right."

"Thanks."

After hanging up the phone, Karen smiled at Mrs. Hughes and pointed to the direction of the basement:

"Ma'am, I'll go down and help my aunt first."

"OK."

Karen came to the underground studio, where there were three dead bodies. One of the dead in the two crown ballrooms was Mr. Seymour, and the other was sent by the hospital.

All three bodies were well groomed and looked natural, as if they were asleep.

Aunt Mary was sitting on a round stool at this moment, with her legs crossed and a cigarette in her hand, smoking there very angrily and vigorously.

It's just that this posture accidentally caused the skirt to be sandwiched between the legs, resulting in the exposure of almost the entire thigh to the root.

Karen closed her eyes,

Coughed.

Immediately after opening her eyes, Aunt Mary had already changed her sitting position and tidied up her skirt.

"Karen, you already knew that old Darcy had turned into dozens of dollars, didn't you?"

"Yes." Karen admitted.

"Do you know how difficult it is to put together dozens of pieces? I have to rummage piece by piece in a big basin like a bathtub, and then sew piece by piece.

I'd rather be doing Lunt's jigsaw than doing this! "

"I know it's hard, Auntie, but only you can do it."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier, do you know how much it will cost if you discuss this job in advance? I have just promised her that this order will be calculated according to the price of the welfare bill!

Damn, damn, damn!

Aunt Mary grabbed her hair,

According to the previous price, the starting price of this kind of restoration is tens of thousands of rupees! "

Then Aunt Mary added:

"It's still the difficulty performance of the mortician himself!"

"Auntie has worked hard, but I think this bill can be included in the offer for the acquisition of Hughes Cremation Agency."

Hearing this, Aunt Mary's complexion improved a lot, but soon, she thought of something again and asked:

"No, what I just asked you is, you knew it a long time ago, why didn't you tell me in advance?"

"Grandpa ordered so."

"grandfather?"

"I asked grandpa if he needed to inform aunt in advance of the difficulty of this list. Grandpa said no, and said that you are the best mortician he has ever seen in his life."

"Grandpa, do you really say that?"

"Yes."

The expression on Aunt Mary's face finally returned to the original one, but she immediately glanced at it, clenched her fists, and said:

"I'll talk about whether to buy or not later. Tonight, I'll order a few more bottles of good wine, which will make her heartbroken."

"Didn't you mean to eat barbecue?" Karen asked.

"Yes, that's right, but it's a barbecue at a wine estate."

"I don't drink, though."

"You can drink grape juice, I don't dare to let you come back drunk, and then I will be responsible for sending us home drunk.

in addition,

Your grandfather is not at home today, and he will probably come back tomorrow. This is a real good opportunity. "

half past four in the afternoon,

Karen and Aunt Mary got into Mrs. Hughes' car and drove to the east area of ​​Luojia City.

Because she was heading east, Mrs. Hughes turned a corner on Mink Street, and then passed through the townhouse.

Karen had wanted to ask Mrs. Hughes not to go there, because he still felt uneasy about 128 Mink Street, the townhouse where Uncle Mason's first love family lived.

But Mrs. Hughes was driving very fast and had already driven over. Karen hesitated for a while, but still didn't say anything to ask for a diversion.

"This family has moved."

The road ahead was mostly blocked by a truck, and Mrs. Hughes had to slow down.

Karen saw that the one who moved was No. 128.

Uncle Mason said that because of Jeff, the First Love family will move in the near future, and it seems that they finally moved today.

Karen subconsciously looked at the French windows on the second floor, but the curtains there were completely closed, and nothing could be seen.

"Karen, what's wrong with you?" Aunt Mary looked at Karen curiously, "Are you uncomfortable?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Mary, you said how about buying a building here after I sell the cremation agency, so that I can be your neighbor and live very close."

"Okay, you can come and help me when you're that busy."

"Hahaha, you're not afraid that I'll cut off those men's dicks and steal them, and use them at night?"

"Karen is still here, you don't know shame." Aunt Mary complained to Mrs. Hughes.

"All right, all right, I see. Let me see how many numbers are vacant. No. 128. Remember, I will ask someone from the agency to help me look at this vacant house and ask about the price."

It took about half an hour to drive into a suburban winery with the sign of "Friday Winery".

"Is the winery's business not good?" Karen asked when getting off the car.

"Of course, that's why the boss chose to generate income." Mrs. Hughes replied and said to the waiter who came up, "I made a reservation for table 7, and I also brought up the wine I kept here."

"Yes, ma'am."

The barbecue needs to be grilled by oneself, the meat is good, but Karen doesn't like to eat barbecue very much. In his previous life, he had some stomach problems. In this life, his body is weak, and the happiness of a large piece of barbecue is not yet blessed.

He only ate a small amount, and more often he was responsible for helping Aunt Mary and Mrs. Hughes bake, while the two beautiful young women indulged in drinking and chatting about the interesting things in the past, which was very enjoyable.

It was around nine o'clock in the evening, at Karen's suggestion, that the two women drunkenly agreed to end the day's fun.

When they walked to the parking lot, Karen held each other in their arms, and they could only stumble when they walked alone.

This kind of feeling of embracing two is not happy;

While the two women smelled of alcohol, they vomited there from time to time, and the air was filled with a faint sour smell, which was enough to wash away any thoughts that should not have arisen in you.

Mrs. Hughes opened the door and tried to get into the driver's seat.

But Karen didn't dare to let her drink and drive. She dared to drive, but she didn't dare to sit.

"Ma'am, let me drive."

"You...can... drive?" Mrs. Hughes asked with a smile.

"Will do."

"You...really...really...formidable."

Mrs. Hughes threw herself into Karen's arms, and her right hand naturally pressed Karen's chest, drawing circles.

Karen gently pushed Mrs. Hughes away and put her in the back seat like Aunt Mary.

Subsequently,

He got into the driver's seat and started the car.

Just as the car drove out of Friday Winery, Karen saw a police car just entering, and the two cars staggered.

"Heh, it's really obvious that the bus is being used privately."

...

Karen drove very slowly in order to get familiar with the condition of the car, and it was the first time he drove since he woke up. Most importantly, it was not an automatic transmission.

The two women in the back seat had already fallen asleep, and Karen opened the window to let the fresh evening breeze in.

At a quarter past ten, Karen drove back to Mink Street.

He got out of the car first, helped Aunt Mary out, and helped her open the courtyard door and walked into the living room.

"Drink so much." Aunt Winnie, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room and was checking the bill, hurriedly got up to support Aunt Mary, and at the same time called Mina upstairs to come down to help.

"Where's Uncle?" Karen asked.

"He is not allowed to deliver it!" The aunt who was already drunk suddenly sobered up, "He is not allowed to deliver it."

Aunt Winnie was very angry and funny when she saw this, and said: "Mason received a call after dinner and drove a hearse to pick up the guests. The funeral agency of the Malonco family had a falling out with the client, so the client wanted to transfer the remains of his relatives Come to us to do it, and you haven’t come back yet.”

"Oh, all right."

Aunt Mary nodded, and then, facing the floor: "Ouch..."

Karen took a few steps back, covered his nose with his hand, and said at the same time, "Then I'll send Mrs. Hughes back."

"Can't you take a taxi? Oh no, taxis are not safe."

A drunk woman, taking a taxi home alone in the middle of the night, is really hard to reassure.

"The car is also Mrs. Hughes's car. After I take her home, the car will stay at her house, and I will take a taxi back by myself."

"Okay, if it's not easy to take a taxi then call back, I'll ask Mason to pick you up."

"Yes, Aunt."

Karen walked out of the house and back to the car.

On the back seat, Mrs. Hughes was already lying there, her skirt spread all over her upper body.

Karen took a look, shook his head and smiled, and restarted the car.

...

Luojia City Police Department;

Sheriff Duke was dozing in a chair with a pipe in his mouth.

He has been busy for several days without closing his eyes, so he can only take a break to catch up on sleep in the office.

"Dingling...jingling..."

Sergeant Duke immediately opened his eyes, reached out and picked up the microphone:

"Hi, I'm Duke."

"Sheriff, we found it, we found it."

"Hurry up!"

"Cole used to work at a winery called 'Friday' in our city, and that winery also did catering. Cole worked there as a waiter for a month, and then resigned."

"Resigned?"

"Yes, according to his colleagues, Cole once showed off to his colleagues that he fell in love with a widowed lady who often drank and ate here, and she was willing to adopt him as a lover."

"Who is that lady, have you found out?"

"It's the owner of Hughes Crematorium, Mrs. Hughes."

Sheriff Duke stood up abruptly,

Cole...old Darcy...

One is his lover,

One is my old employee,

Actually, he really only attacked the people with the closest relationship with him.

Sergeant Duke clenched the microphone tightly, with a look of disbelief on his face:

Karen was right,

this murderer,

It's really that stupid!

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And at night.