13 Mink Street

　　 "Look, this is the watch."

　　 Mrs. Seamore took out a black box with a gold "Miffett" watch inside.

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

　　 Piaget next door paid the consultation fee last time, which was 20,000 RUB. This time Mrs. Seymour also directly gave 20,000 RUB.

　　 I can only say that the people who live on this street are really rich.

　　The income of ordinary people who have worked so hard for a year is not "net", but in the eyes of the real wealthy class, it is just a small expense at hand.

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

　　 "You like it." Mrs. Seamore smiled.

　　 "No, ma'am, it's too expensive, I can't accept it."

　　 Karen is not pretending to be twitchy, he really doesn't intend to take it.

In the last life, he has gradually realized material abundance from an ordinary boy relying on his own hard work. In this life, he has no worries about food or drink at the Immeles family. Therefore, in terms of money concept, he can still be stable. of.

　　 Bargaining with the taxi driver is not reluctant to spend the fare, but not like being slaughtered as a fat sheep.

　　 Money, I definitely like it, but I really can’t talk about my thirst for the limit.

　　 If the Immeles family is an ordinary family with so many people living in low-rent housing, then he would probably just laugh at this watch.

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

　　 Mrs. Seamore initially thought that Karen had a thin face, so she persuaded him several times, only to find out that Karen really didn’t want it;

　　 "Well, I heard that psychologists can also package treatment, right?"

　　 "I am only responsible for providing services to guests at home. Of course, if your wife needs it, I can provide services for you."

　　 "Then this watch should be treated as an advance payment for the consulting fee for the next year, okay?

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

　　 "Even so, this is too much."

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

　　 Karen opened her mouth.

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

　　 But he couldn't tell the price directly.

　　Because the prices on the menus at home are extremely moist, the discounts are based on the customer’s response.

　　 Karen knows the reserve price, that is, the specific cost, but he doesn't know the final price the family set for Mrs. Seamore.

　　 If he said that he was low, wouldn't Mrs. Seamore directly realize that he was "slaughtered"?

　　 Doing business, there are profits fluctuating up and down, if you wish, Karen can understand, and no matter what, he doesn’t need to hit his own corner.

　　 "200,000 rupee."

　　 Mrs. Seamore held up two fingers.

　　Hoo...

　　 Karen breathed a sigh of relief, uncles and aunts, they weren't slaughtered too hard, and they were still within a reasonable range.

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

　　 "So, look, I'm willing to spend 200,000 rupee for his funeral for that dead ghost, and I will give you a watch. What's the point?"

　　 Although Mrs. Seamore's emotions have been relieved, her hatred for Mr. Seamore has actually been still there.

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

　　 When Mrs. Seamore said this, there was no **** or desire in her eyes, and the words themselves did not carry any hint.

　　 She is used to being a good wife, but before his death, her husband gave her a big blow to her worldview.

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

　　 "That's great, come, I will help you put this watch on by myself."

　　 the watch was worn,

　　 Mrs. Seamore took a few steps back, examined it carefully, and said:

　　 "What a handsome guy."

　　...

　　 Walked out of Seamore's door, and waved goodbye to Mrs. Seamore who was enthusiastic to bid farewell to him. Karen walked to the end of the street where it was convenient to take a taxi. At the same time, he took off the watch on his wrist while walking.

　　 The golden retriever was jumping and tumbling with joy, but no one at the Immelais house wanted to take it out for a long walk.

　　 Pu'er was put on his shoulder by Karen. This cat will not see the wild cat running around in excitement, so there is no need to worry about it getting lost.

　　 Standing at the intersection, Karen waved for a taxi.

　　 "13 Mingke Street."

　　 "Okay, sir."

　　 Sitting in the car, Karen kept her eyes closed.

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

　　 Piaget started killing people for fun after schizophrenia?

　　 I don’t even think about it.

　　 Although the voice on the phone can be changed, such as changing a male voice to a female voice, or a female voice to a male voice, there is no need for a voice changer, because the sound of the telephone in this era is very "metallic".

But Piaget does not fit his psychological profile of the perverted murderer. He may be a bit naive in terms of interpersonal relationships, but a person who can proactively 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?

　　 is not like a real coincidence.

　　 Karen has a headache, can't help but stretch out his hand and gently knead her forehead;

　　 The feeling of nausea and dizziness has not completely dissipated since seeing the third painting of the Judgment of the Order of God.

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

　　 "No, no, I should trouble you to 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 take a driver’s license and buy a car.

　　 It’s not difficult to take a driver’s license. For a car, it’s not too expensive to buy a second-hand car. The most important thing is that it’s not convenient to take a taxi in Luojia, and the cost is quite high.

　　 Karen walked into the living room and saw Aunt Mary sitting on the sofa with Mrs. Seuss. Mrs. Seuss’ eyes were red, and she wiped the corners of her eyes with a tissue, while Aunt Mary was comforting.

　　 It was too late yesterday, and Mrs. Hugh did not come into the house. Today she came to seek comfort from her girlfriend.

　　 "Don't worry, I will decorate the old Darcy well and arrange a decent funeral for him. Alas, the murderer is really terrible, really poor old Darcy."

　　 Hearing Aunt Mary saying this to Mrs. Seuss, Karen couldn’t help but walked over and reminded:

　　 "Yes, although the murderer cruelly divided Old Darcy into dozens of pieces, the aunt's ability is definitely not a problem."

　　 "Damn old Darcy!"

　　 Aunt Mary blurted out;

　　 She really knew that Old Darcy turned into Old Darcy.

After 　　 scolded, my aunt immediately changed her words:

　　 "The **** murderer treated old Darcy like this."

　　 immediately,

　　 Auntie didn’t care to comfort Mrs. Seuss.

　　 She also took out a tissue and wiped her tears.

　　 "What's the matter with you?" Mrs. Seuss looked at Aunt Mary, shouldn't you be comforting me?

　　 Aunt Mary choked a little and said:

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

Mrs. Hughes raised her head and looked at Karen who was standing there, with a strong smile, and said: "Karen, your aunt and I are going to eat barbecue at night, you go with us, it is a very famous barbecue restaurant. ."

　　 "I won't go." Karen declined.

　　 Aunt Mary raised her head. At this time, her aunt's eyes were a little red, and said: "Go, I want to drink tonight, and you are an adult man at home who is suitable to accompany us."

　　 Karen suggested: "I can call Uncle."

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

　　 "Well, I'll go."

　　 "Wait for a while, I'll go down and close the guests."

　　 "Okay, Mary."

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

　　 "***, poor old Darcy!!!"

　　 Madam Hughes on the sofa let out a long sigh of relief, and even blinked at Karen, and said:

　　 "Thanks to Mary, by the way, Karen, why didn't you wear the watch I gave you? Don't you like it?"

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

　　 "I like the watch my lady gave me very much, but I haven't developed the habit of wearing a watch. I forget it when I get up in the morning, and maybe I will get used to it later."

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

　　 "How is it possible, that is the most expensive gift I have received except for my family."

　　At this time, the phone rang.

　　 Karen walked over and answered the phone.

　　 "Hey, is it Immelais's house, I'm looking for Karen." Sergeant Duke's voice came on the other end of the phone.

　　 "Hello Sheriff Duke, this is Karen."

　　 "We found the identity of the corpse under the stage of the Crown Ballroom. The name was Cole. He was from the city next door. He came to Luojia to find a job three months ago. This is the news from the police station next door to us.

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

　　 "If it were in the newspaper, it would be better to find some." Karen said.

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

　　 I really want to use my boots to kick those politicians' **** out of the second hole!

They are just busy with the election, so they are desperate to suppress the matter. If we can publish the picture of the deceased as soon as possible, we may not need the help of the city police station next door. We have found him now Network in the city.

　　 Now, I can only pray that I can be faster.

　　 I have already listed the relationship network of old Darcy clearly, just waiting for the hapless man named Cole. You said that if the two networks overlap, the murderer's scope can be locked, right? "

"Yes."

　　 "I still want to ask you one more question, Karen, is the murderer really such a stupid man. He specifically finds someone around him to start his work. Wouldn't this be discovered soon?"

　　 "My feelings and experience tell me that it is like this. And the reality is that you haven't found him yet."

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

　　 "I didn't say that."

"Oh..." Sheriff Duke sighed, and the sound of matches rubbing came from the phone. It should be a pipe lighting. "As you said, that guy will kill another person soon to finish his dog. Shit-like artistic creation, I hope I can find him and catch him before he kills another person."

"I hope so too."

　　 "Okay, I'll hang up first, and I will notify you if I have news. I don't know why I have a hunch, and your judgment is correct."

"thanks."

　　 hung up the phone, Karen smiled at Mrs. Seuss, and pointed in the direction of the basement:

　　 "Madam, I will go down to help my aunt."

"OK."

　　 Karen came to the underground studio. Three bodies lay in the studio. One of the deceased in the two crown ballrooms was Mr. Seymour, and the other was a deceased from the hospital.

　　 The three corpses were well taken care of and looked natural, as if they were asleep.

　　 Aunt Mary was sitting on the round stool with her legs crossed and a cigarette in her hand, where she was very angry and smoking hard.

　　 It's just that the skirt was accidentally caught between the legs in this position, causing almost the entire thigh to the root position to be exposed.

　　 Karen closed her eyes,

　　 coughed.

　　 Immediately after opening her eyes, Aunt Mary has changed her sitting position and tidied her skirt.

　　 "Karen, you already knew that old Darcy has become dozens of dollars, right?"

　　 "Yes." Karen admitted.

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

　　 I would rather play Lent’s puzzle, I don’t want to do this either! "

　　 "I know it's difficult, aunt, but only you can do it."

　　 "Why didn't you tell me earlier, do you know how much money you will get if you talk about this job in advance? I have just promised her, and this bill will be calculated at 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 repair would have to be tens of thousands of lu dollars! "

　　 Then Aunt Mary added:

　　 "It's still the difficult performance of the makeup artist himself!"

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

　　 Upon hearing this, Aunt Mary's face looked better, but soon, she thought of something and asked:

　　 "No, what I asked you just now is that you will know tomorrow morning, why didn't you tell me in advance?"

　　 "Grandpa ordered this."

"grandfather?"

　　 "I asked Grandpa if he needs to inform his aunt in advance, the difficulty of this list, grandpa said that it is not necessary, said aunt, you are the best makeup artist he has ever seen in his life."

　　 "Grandpa, do you really say that?"

"Yes."

　　 The expression on Aunt Mary's face finally recovered, but she immediately glanced at her, clenched her fist, and said:

　　 "I'll talk about acquisitions and not acquisitions later. Tonight, I will order a few more bottles of good wine, which makes her heartache."

　　 "Don't you mean eating barbecue?" Karen asked.

　　 "Yes, that's right, but I was eating barbecue in a brewery manor."

　　 "However, I don't know how to drink."

　　 "You can drink grape juice, but I dare not let you come back drunk, and then I am responsible for sending the drunk us home.

in addition,

　　 Your grandpa is not at home today, and he won’t be back until tomorrow. This is the real good opportunity. "

　　 4:30 in the afternoon,

　　 Karen and Aunt Mary got into Mrs. Hughes’ car and drove towards the east district of Luojia City.

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

　　 Karen wanted to ask Mrs. Seuss not to go from there, because he still feels uneasy about the townhouse at 128 Mink Street, the townhouse where Uncle Mason’s first lover’s family lives.

　　 But Mrs. Seuss drove very fast and had already driven over. Karen hesitated for a moment, but still did not ask for a change.

　　 "This house has moved."

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

　　 Karen saw that it was No. 128 who moved.

　　 Uncle Mason said that because of Jeff, the first love family will move in the near future. It seems that they finally moved out today.

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

　　 "Karen, what's the matter with you?" Aunt Mary looked at Karen curiously, "Is it uncomfortable?"

　　 "No, I'm fine."

　　 "Mary, how about buying one here after I sell the cremation club so that I can be your neighbor and live very close."

　　 "Okay, you can come and help me when you are busy like that."

　　 "Hahaha, you are not afraid that I will cut off those male guests' **** and steal it, and use it at night?"

　　 "Karen is still here, you don't know how to be ashamed." Aunt Mary complained about Mrs. Seuss.

　　 "Fine, I see, let me see how many numbers are available, 128, remember, I will ask the intermediary to help me see this empty house and ask about the price the next day."

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

　　 "Is the business at this winery bad?" Karen asked when he got off the bus.

　　 "Of course, so the boss chose to generate income." Mrs. Hughes replied and said to the incoming waiter, "I booked a table, table 7 and also fetched the wine I kept here."

　　 "Okay, ma'am."

　　 You need to grill your own barbecue. The meat is good, but Karen doesn’t like to eat barbecue very much. He had some gastrointestinal problems in his previous life. In this life, his body is weak, and the happiness of a large barbecue is not blessed for the time being.

　　 He only ate a small amount, and more often he was responsible for helping Aunt Mary and Mrs. Seuss to bake, and the two beautiful young women indulged in drinking and chatting about the fun things before, and they were very happy.

　　 It was almost nine o'clock in the evening, at Karen's suggestion, that the two women drunkly agreed that today's hipi was over.

　　 When they walked to the parking lot, Karen held them one by one, and they could only throw some heads when they walked alone.

　　 This feeling of embracing two is not happy;

　　 While the two women were drunk, they vomited there from time to time. The air was filled with a faint sour smell, enough to wash away any thoughts you shouldn't have.

　　Mrs. Hughes opened the car door, trying to get in the driver's seat.

　　 But Karen didn't dare to let her drive under the influence. She dared to drive and didn't dare to sit.

　　 "Madam, let me drive."

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

"Will do."

　　 "You...really...really...awesome."

　　Mrs. Seus threw herself in Karen's arms, her right fingers naturally pressed the position of Karen's chest and drew circles.

　　 Karen gently pushed Mrs. Seuss away and placed her in the back seat like Aunt Mary.

　　 Then,

　　 He got into the driving seat and started the car.

　　 When the car just drove out of the winery on Friday, Karen saw a police car just driving in and the two cars staggered.

　　 "Oh, the private use of the bus is really obvious."

　　...

　　 In order to get familiar with the car, and at the same time to drive for the first time since waking up, the most important thing is not the automatic transmission, so Karen drove very slowly.

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

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

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

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

　　 "Where's uncle?" Karen asked.

　　"He is not allowed to send it!" The aunt who was already drunk suddenly became sober, "He is not allowed to send it."

Aunt Winnie was angry and funny when she saw this, and said: "Mason received a call after dinner and drove a hearse to pick up a guest. The funeral club of the Maronko family fell out with the client, so the client wanted to transfer the body of his loved one. Come to us to do it, and I haven't come back yet."

"Oh, all right."

　　 Aunt Mary nodded, then, facing the floor: "Oh..."

　　 Karen took a few steps back, stretched out his hand to cover his nose gently, and said at the same time: "Then I will send Mrs. Hughes back."

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

　　 A drunk woman who took a taxi home alone in the evening is really hard to be reassuring.

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

　　 "Okay, if you don't want to take a taxi, please call back. UU read www.uukanshu.com and I will ask Mason to pick you up."

　　 "Okay, Auntie."

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

　　 On the rear seat, Mrs. Seuss was already lying sideways, her skirts all over her upper body.

　　 Karen glanced, shook his head and smiled, and started the car again.

　　...

　　 Luojia City Police Station;

　　 Sheriff Duke lay down on the chair with a pipe in his mouth and dozed.

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

　　 "Dingling bell...dingling bell..."

　　 Sheriff Duke immediately opened his eyes and reached for the microphone:

　　 "Hey, this is Duke."

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

　　 "Hurry up!"

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

"Resigned?"

　　 "Yes, according to his colleagues, Cole once showed off to his colleagues that he had a widow lady who often drank and ate here, and they would be willing to keep him as a lover."

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

　　 "It's the owner of the Seuss Cremation Club, Mrs. Seuss."

　　 Sheriff Duke stood up abruptly.

　　 Cole...Old Darcy...

　　 One is my lover,

　　 One is his own old employee,

　　 actually only targets the closest people around him.

　　 Sheriff Duke clenched the microphone tightly, with a look of disbelief:

　　 Karen is right,

　　The murderer,

　　 is really so stupid!

　　——

　　 There is still at night.