13 Mink Street

Chapter 20 Hunting Time

The car started, and just after driving a few hundred meters, Karen heard a little sound from behind, and then, an arm wrapped around his neck, and then, the sound of alcohol-smelling breathing came from his ear .

"Ma'am, I'm driving."

next moment,

Karen felt that his earlobe was sucked into the smooth and warm, and the taste was slightly ecstasy.

"Ma'am, I'm driving."

Karen had to remind again, and at the same time slowed down the speed of the car.

"I'm so stupid~"

Mrs. Hughes whispered softly in Karen's ear.

"Ma'am, how stupid are you?"

"I'm an ugly, unfortunate, and stupid woman."

"Ma'am, don't say that about yourself."

"Didn't you say I was stupid?" Mrs. Hughes asked, "On the phone."

"When will I..."

Karen was startled suddenly.

"Also, in the living room in the afternoon, are you and the policeman also discussing me? From your expression and tone, I can see that you are full of disdain for me."

"Mrs. Hughes, don't make such a joke." Karen said while silently checking the situation behind him through the rearview mirror.

"You have expressed disdain for my artistic ability, no, you have expressed disdain for my whole person, Karen, I am really sad, so sad that you actually look at me like this.

You know, from the first moment I saw you, I wanted you in my bed, and I would give you real pleasure and make you a... real man. "

Karen slowly grabbed the steering wheel with his left hand, and was about to step on the accelerator with his right foot.

An emergency stop should make her lose her center of gravity behind her, and she can take the opportunity to get out of the car when the time comes.

But...damn it!

Why do I have such a good habit? The police in Luojia City will never check whether you are wearing a seat belt and will not deduct points for it. Why do I still wear my seat belt habitually!

"Woo woo woo..."

Mrs. Hughes began to cry.

"Karen, you really broke my heart. You still don't wear the watch I gave you."

"Believe me, Mrs. Hughes, starting tomorrow, that watch will always be by my side, and I will never leave it."

"A man's mouth is unbelievable." Mrs. Hughes slowly raised her other hand from behind, "However, I have another way for you to realize what you just said."

Karen watched the movement through the rearview mirror.

Step on the accelerator, then step on the brakes, at the same time unbuckle the seat belt with the right hand, open the door with the left hand, use the inertia to break free from the restraint of her arms, and then the whole person falls out of the car first or even rolls out first.

What she is holding should be a knife, at most she will cut some openings, get hurt and bleed a little, it's not a big problem.

Karen was planning all this quickly in her mind;

Till, he saw, Mrs Hughes's other hand raised,

yes,

A revolver.

grass,

It turned out to be a gun!

next moment,

The cool muzzle touched his temple.

Karen knew that no matter how fast he moved, he would not be as fast as a bullet.

Karen had no choice but to give up on the previous series of ideas. After being scratched by the knife a few times, he probably couldn't die, but the bullet...

"Madam, I think that for an artist, you should use a knife; with a gun, there is no soul."

"I'm not strong enough to use a knife, so Cole and old Darcy will be honest in front of me only if I hold a gun."

"I'm not like them, I've seen Cole, he's a big builder, and old Darcy, who's been an incinerator though he's old, is in good shape.

I am different,

I believe ma'am if you use a knife,

No,

Even if we fight with bare hands now, I probably won't be your opponent, madam. "

"Hehehe, you are so funny, you see, you still think of me as an idiot."

"No, ma'am, it's not you who are stupid, it's me."

This is what Karen is saying now,

Not long ago, I did a criminal psychological analysis in front of the sheriff, and even joked that the murderer was stupid;

Then, he drove the murderer by himself and set off.

But sometimes, how should I put it, when the other party is really stupid enough to break your prediction, it goes from one extreme to another.

at this time,

Sheriff Duke, who had just received the news at the police station, was also in shock.

One is her lover, the other is her old employee,

The former had just been taken care of by her, and the latter died in her cremation house;

It can be said that as long as the two identity materials of the deceased are simply placed in front of them, the directivity will be straightforward.

But it was precisely because Cole was from outside the city that it took some time to investigate his identity and his network in this city, which gave Mrs. Hughes the space to continue to move freely.

This murderer couldn't be described as stupid at all. He was almost a lunatic without a brain, and he didn't even know how to hide himself when he killed someone.

"Ma'am, can I discuss something with you, I will drive you home now, you have a good sleep, and we will pretend that what happened just now has never happened. The weather will be fine tomorrow, with bright sunshine and fresh air.

Don't worry, I'm a guy who's pretty good at keeping secrets. "

"You'd better not talk casually now, Karen, because every word you say now, after entering my ears, what I hear is repeated over and over again:

I'm stupid, I'm stupid, I'm stupid! "

"OK."

"I need a place now, a place that is quiet and will not be disturbed. I hope to spend a good night with you."

"It is my pleasure, ma'am, where would you like to go?"

"I can't wait, I can't wait, especially since I drank a lot of wine tonight, I think I'm very excited."

"Me too, ma'am."

"Turn the corner ahead and go to No. 128. Didn't that house just move, and it happens to be quiet."

No. 128?

Karen suddenly felt a little... troubled.

It was an area that he would deliberately ask the driver to avoid every time he took a taxi in and out.

But at the same time, when he heard Mrs. Hughes choose that house, he breathed a sigh of relief silently.

He has a psychological shadow on that house,

But the problem is,

His current situation is so bad that it can't get any worse.

To see a ghost is a terrible thing,

But in the face of death,

ghost,

It is not so unacceptable.

One is because there is nothing more terrible than death, and the other is that after death, you will become their kind.

Karen stepped on the accelerator slowly, and the car turned smoothly at a constant speed. After continuing forward for a certain distance, it stopped in front of No. 128.

Mrs. Hughes opened the car door first, got out of the car, and then continued to point the gun at Karen:

"You come down too."

"Yes, ma'am."

Karen got out of the car.

"Trunk open."

Karen went to the back and opened the trunk, which contained a hiking bag.

"Bring it up."

Karen lifted the mountaineering bag, it was a bit heavy, judging from the feeling of previous contact, there were a lot of equipment inside.

"Is this your paintbrush?" Karen asked.

"Yes, you once called the paintbrush of the mediocre."

"If I knew that the artist was you, Madam, I would have worshiped under your skirt long ago."

"go inside."

"Yes, ma'am."

Pushing open the courtyard door, Karen walked in with her bag, followed by Mrs. Hughes.

Karen was thinking in his mind, if he swung the backpack and threw it backwards, would he be able to knock Mrs. Hughes down.

Immediately, he gave up on the idea because he doubted whether he could swing the bag.

Moreover, what Karen noticed was that Mrs. Hughes held the gun very steadily.

"Do you know when Mary and I met?" Mrs. Hughes asked.

According to the logic of normal people, one who runs a funeral club and the other who runs a cremation club must have known each other through business cooperation;

But Aunt Mary has not been a make-up artist for long, and the Hughes Cremation Agency was originally managed by Mr. Hughes. After Mr. Hughes left, Mrs. Hughes took over.

"The first time I met Mary was one afternoon. I had just won the shooting championship. Before I went on stage to accept the award, Mary came to do my makeup."

"Madam, you can rest assured that I am very timid, and I will do exactly what you tell me to do."

"Okay, now, open the door."

"I don't have a key."

Karen put her hand on the doorknob,

"click\

,"The door was opened.

This door is not locked!

What Karen didn't know was that a few days ago, a young man named "Jeff" also stood here and expressed similar emotions about this door.

"After moving all the valuables at home, why is the door locked?" Mrs. Hughes smiled, "Even if the door is locked, there are tools in my bag that can be used to pry it open.

Now, go in. "

Karen carried her bag and entered the house.

"Keep going."

"OK."

"Snapped!"

Mrs. Hughes turned on the light.

"Madam, if you turn on the light, it will attract the attention of the neighbors." Karen reminded kindly.

"This is an indifferent society. I don't think that a house that has just moved will have neighbors noticing whether the lights should be on at this time, let alone someone who is bored and calls the police for this matter.

Of course, even if you call the police, by the time the police arrive, what should have happened has already happened. "

"I quite agree with you, ma'am, on the police. They can't even dispatch the police as fast as our family's hearse."

"Go upstairs."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Master bedroom."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now, put the bag down, and then, you lie down on the bed."

Karen walked to the bed and sat down.

Mrs. Hughes held a gun in one hand, squatted down slowly, and opened the bag, as if she was pulling the tools inside.

"Ma'am, if it wasn't for Aunt Mary who insisted on dragging me to eat barbecue, you would..."

"Yes, the subject of my creation tonight should have been Mary, she is my best friend, I know her very well, and after she is integrated into my work, I can have a great sense of substitution.

Like Cole who knows my sensitivities and old Darcy who's been with me for so long.

You should understand that the most important thing in art is resonance. "

"Yes, ma'am, I am quite sure."

Mrs. Hughes showed a sneering smile at the corner of her mouth:

"Shouldn't there be a level?"

"Believe me, ma'am, that's my layman's blasphemy against sacred art, and I've confessed it countless times in my heart."

Mrs. Hughes took out a knife from her bag. This knife is similar to the knife used by a butcher in the vegetable market. It should be very convenient when chopping ribs.

"You can lie down now. Or, you can choose to resist now. Because this is your last chance.

Minke Street is not one of those homeless neighborhoods, and the security has always been very good. Therefore, a gunshot will definitely alarm many people, but please rest assured, I can guarantee that the gunshot also means that several holes have been opened in your body. "

"It was a very difficult choice." Karen said with emotion.

"indeed."

"Ma'am, your first work is a religious painting of the Church of Berry, and your second work is a religious painting of the Church of the Abyss. I'm curious. Your third work is going to... No, don't answer, I will try take a guess...

I guess, the Cult of Kosmos? "

Mrs. Hughes was a little surprised.

"I guessed it right?" Karen pretended to be surprised.

"Yes, you guessed it."

"Let me continue to guess... What you want to pay tribute to is the painting of the God of Order punishing his daughter Ankara, Symmetra, right?"

"Karen, I have to admit one thing, that is, you really understand me."

"Yes, ma'am, I think we have too many similarities in aesthetics and too many things we can tell each other, so..."

"That's why I chose you, Karen!"

"..." Karen.

"Actually, you are not a substitute for Mary. My first choice for this work is you. If you come back later in the afternoon, then I can only take a step back and choose Mary."

"Ma'am, I think you must plan well before creating. Ankara's body is split."

"Yeah, so, I'm ready, I'm going to chop you up, um, after you die, so you don't feel the pain."

"But how do you plan to show the picture of the beast swallowing up? I don't want you to repeat the regret of old Darcy. You know, you didn't succeed in completing the work of old Darcy."

"This time, I have a good idea."

At this time,

Karen suddenly noticed a black spot appeared on Mrs. Hughes's face, and the black spot was slowly spreading, covering one of Mrs. Hughes' eyes.

And in the next sentence,

Mrs. Hughes' voice instantly added a man's timbre, and became rough:

"My way of presenting art this time is to eat you up little by little after chopping you into fine pieces."

Karen is very familiar with this tone;

On the phone: You're interrupting my art.

That's the sound of that time!

So, what's the matter, Mrs. Hughes?

Of course she couldn't be a man dressed as a woman like Piaget, she is a woman, Karen can be sure of this, because when driving at night, Mrs. Under the hem of her skirt, she was still wearing very thin and narrow lace.

Although Karen didn't look at it intentionally,

But with those few glances, it was already clear.

So, Mrs. Hughes, definitely not a man!

But right now, she felt as if she was walking towards her step by step, as if...as if she was possessed by something, with a paranoid and crazy mood.

Karen's eyes wandered around. He really wanted to catch a red high-heeled shoe at this time, but unfortunately, he didn't see it.

At this moment, he wanted to see the blush that he could not avoid before, and he even knelt down to kiss her shoe upper.

"Karen, I admit your wisdom, and I also admit that your art appreciation level surpasses mine, so I plan to use this method, first to complete my work, and second, after eating you, you, too You will merge with me, and I will inherit everything from you."

"I have one last request, one, an artistic request, I hope you can fulfill me."

"explain."

Karen pointed to the old peanut tube radio,

"Ma'am, I think it would be a beautiful sight to have soft music playing on the radio at night while you chop me up, don't you?"

Mrs. Hughes hesitated, he was really thinking about this suggestion, and then:

"I think you're right."

immediately,

She reached out and pressed the radio switch.

at this time,

There was a little snowflake sound on the radio first,

Immediately afterwards,

A magnetic male voice came from the radio: