13 Mink Street Chapter 13

　　 "The murderer deliberately?"

　　 Sheriff Duke was puzzled.

　　 But in fact, in his heart, he was touched by another word in Karen's words, that is...artwork.

　　 a young man,

　　 even directly used "artwork" to describe the remains of the victim;

Although Sergeant Duke knew that this was what the young man said from the perspective of the murderer, it was hard not to make him feel that he was able to organize and complete this description language in such a fast time without any hindrance. Surprised.

　　 But he still wanted to hear the young man continue to speak, and immediately asked: "How do you judge?"

　　 "Obviously, this is not passionate killing."

　　 "Yeah." Sheriff Duke nodded.

　　 Passionate killing corresponds to pre-murder, that is, there is no intentional motive for killing, but under the stimulation and provocation of the victim, he loses his mind, loses control and kills others.

　　 But this corpse, with so many decorations and decorations, has long been out of the scope of passionate killing, because he has completed a series of follow-up work on the corpse.

　　 Sheriff Duke turned his pipe, and continued to ask, "How did you judge it? After all, we haven't done a detailed site investigation yet, have we?"

　　 Karen hesitated and replied, "Feeling."

"feel?"

　　 "Yes, the feeling when I saw the dead body."

　　 "Do you investigate the case based on your feelings?" Sheriff Duke raised his hand, "No, I want to hear how you feel, can you be more specific?"

　　 "The murderer hid the body under the stage..."

Sergeant Duke said: "So, the murderer is very familiar with the environment of this ballroom, and coupled with what you said before, this accident is not an accident but deliberately created by the murderer, then the murderer is either in this ballroom. Employees, or at least they should be regulars at this ballroom.

　　 Oh, sorry, I interrupted you again, please continue. "

　　 "I can only follow my feelings, sheriff." Karen explained again.

　　 "It's okay, you say."

　　"Dance halls are very lively places with many people and noisy. Generally speaking, murderers kill people and dispose of corpses with the main purpose of destroying the corpses. Here, it is completely different.

　　The reason why the murderer placed the corpse here and made such a complicated and meticulous arrangement of the corpse, the purpose should be to show him one day later...that is, today.

　　 is like a painting that is covered by a red cloth after the artist finishes it. When the guests are all there, the red cloth is uncovered and the work is displayed in front of people.

in addition,

　　 is placed under the stage, I think there is another meaning. "

　　 "Another meaning?"

　　 "Although it is not passionate murder, the murderer obviously carries a very strong hatred."

　　 "You can rest assured that after investigating the identity of the deceased, we will investigate the deceased's social network, focusing on the investigation of people who have conflicts and oppositions with the deceased."

　　 "No, no, no, you misunderstood what I meant. The hatred I said is not the same as the hatred you understand, the sheriff."

"Different?"

　　"It should not belong to life. The grievances caused by friction in life activities such as colleagues, relatives, neighbors, and friends are finally transformed into a motive for killing and complete the killing.

　　 This kind of hatred I am talking about is on another level.

　　 look,

　　The murderer's treatment of the dead body was too much attention to detail, not only has a strong religious significance, but also has the kind of artistic emotional expression similar to a carver. "

　　 "I can understand these words you said, but if they are connected, I have some..."

　　 "You follow me."

　　 At this moment, Uncle Mason has taken the people out to carry the seriously injured person out. In the infield, only Karen and Duke Sheriff are left.

Because both Sheriff Duke and Karen did not scream when the body in the hole in the center of the stage was found, so in the previous messy environment, no one else even noticed that there was another "accident" here. Corpse.

　　 Karen walked off the stage and walked towards the seating area. The layout of this ballroom is very much like a theater. In fact, before the ballroom was opened, it was originally a theater in Luojia City.

　　 Therefore, the stage goes to the "auditorium", which is the deck area, and it is an upward step. The farther back, the higher the height, similar to the scene of the arena.

　　 Karen continued to walk up, and when he reached the middle position, he stopped.

　　Here, there are tall small coffee tables, so small that they can only hold a few glasses of wine, and there are no chairs next to them. If you want to sit down comfortably, you have to spend extra money to open the front deck.

　　Here, I put a cup for you and use it when you chat with friends. Of course, if you are a girl, you can go to the front seat to join the table and drink freely.

　　The difference from Uncle Mason's long time to wash his hands is that Ron is a frequent visitor to this dance hall. This area is also his main area because there is no minimum consumption.

　　 A piece of music is only three minutes, and three minutes is 5 rupee. Even if Ron's income is good, he actually spends a lot of money, so he can't find dancers to dance as much as he wants.

　　 Most of the time, he took a glass of beer he bought, and kept his lips on his lips, and then looked around to see those "ragged" beauties;

You must wait until the most beautiful and favorite one appears before you invite her to dance one or two songs. After the dance, you will immediately give the dancers the money for the song, and then retreat from the stage, come back here, and continue to use the cup. The beer was on his lips, and while slowly aftertaste, he slowly looked for the next dancing object.

　　 These are all the way to come here by car, Ron himself told, he is very proud, because he extended the happiness to the extreme with the least cost.

　　 Karen turned her head, and Sheriff Duke was standing behind him.

　　 "Sheriff, please turn around."

"good."

　　 Sheriff Duke turned around and stood half-height, facing the lower stage.

　　 Karen's voice came from behind him.

　　 "Sergeant, please use your imagination. This is no longer the ballroom where the stage collapsed accident. Now, it is operating normally.

　　 Listen, the tune has been released. It is a cheerful rhythm of "Roja Elf". "

　　 This song is very cheerful. Aunt Mary likes to play it when she is working in her studio.

　　 "Look, the lights have gradually dimmed, and the guests have chosen their dancing partners and stepped onto the stage.

　　 Look, in the middle of the stage, there are hundreds of pairs of men and women hugging and dancing together.

　　 There are indeed a few pairs of people on the periphery who are seriously dancing ballroom dance. Although the dance is not perfect, it is considered formal.

Inside 　　, the male customers stick to the dancing girl one after another, their hands slipping to places where they shouldn't be placed, and they are still rubbing them.

　　 Listen, the sound of hormones keeps crackling and rolling on the stage;

　　 You see, all this in front of you is a concentrated manifestation of the essential desires of human beings. Everyone is close together, and through the cover of each other's bodies, the disguise is torn off, and even a kind of public pleasure can be found.

　　 Look up again,

　　 The glass stage above this is another large piece of exciting scenery.

Morality, ethics, reservedness, etc., have all been left off the stage. Money and primitive desires have begun to show their teeth and claws. You should be ashamed of seeing people. Here, on the two stages in front of you, it becomes grandiose. . "

　　 is accompanied by Karen's narrative,

　　 Sheriff Duke really seemed to have a similar scene in front of him. Light and shadow began to intertwine and change at this time.

　　"Please keep your eyes on the stage, the center of the stage, and then slowly go down, slowly, and finally, fall into the bottom of the stage.

please tell me,

What do you see? "

　　 Sheriff Duke replied: "The corpse, a corpse with the Berry Bible on its chest, was manipulated in a specific mocking posture."

　　 "Then, please tell me, what is his posture?"

　　 "Lying down."

　　 "Oh, isn't it?"

　　 "Isn't it?"

　　 "You are standing here now, please take a closer look. Is he... really lying down?"

　　 Sheriff Duke's eyes condensed. Because of the height, when his conscious perspective switched further, he couldn't help exclaiming:

　　 "No, he is not lying down, he is standing; and those dancing on the stage, they are actually lying down!"

　　 suddenly,

　　 Sheriff Duke clenched his fists sharply.

　　 because he suddenly realized something,

　　 That is, this position is the position of an observer, no, it is the position of an appreciator.

　　 Sheriff Duke slowly turned his head to the left.

　　 In his "sight", there seemed to be a black figure, he was standing there, standing beside him, with a smile on his mouth, admiring the dynamic picture in front of him.

　　He... is the murderer!

　　 Sheriff Duke stretched out his hand subconsciously, trying to catch him;

　　 But the moment his hand touched the black shadow, the black shadow dissipated, and all the light and shadow around him also dissipated, returning to the messy appearance in reality again.

　　 also no longer heard other sounds, except for his slightly heavy breathing.

　　 Sheriff Duke looked back at Karen, and said, "That's a guy who takes pleasure in murder. He is admiring it."

　　 The matter is serious.

　　Accidents, no one can predict, the deaths and injuries caused by accidents will grieve relatives and friends;

　　 But a perverted murderer is different. His existence can make the whole city of Roja panic.

　　 "He doesn't actually think he is killing people, he is painting, he thinks he is presenting a kind of art."

　　 "The Bible taught by Berry, the flower pot on the belly, the middle finger, the naked body, these..." Inspector Duke frowned slightly, "These, it seems...it seems..."

　　 "Sergeant, you want to say that these seem to be unimportant, right?"

　　 "I... have this feeling."

　　 "Because the sense of the picture is enough, no, more accurately, because these arrangements are used to fill the paintings and make the picture more stylish."

　　"So, whether it is a flower pot, a middle finger, or "Song of Soul", it is actually meaningless to investigate these. It is not the murderer's deliberate expression, but the murderer's casual mix?

　　 It's even possible that this corpse whose identity I don't know yet, he himself, is probably not a believer of the Berry religion? "

　　 Karen nodded, but still reminded: "But Berry teaches longing for nature, and nature is a kind of nature."

Sergeant Duke: "Yes, some Berry believers like to organize parties that gather crowds. They also regard this behavior as a way of expression close to nature, and this element coincides with the performance on stage. The scene echoed.

　　 Therefore, the murderer is not a Berry Cult, nor does he hate Berry Cult. His hatred comes from this attitude. No, it is what he hates, which is contrary to what Berry Cult promotes. "

　　"The sheriff is right. Art without emotional expression is just a delicate pile of no nutrition. It cannot bring happiness to the creator. Hatred can also be a kind of happiness, and happiness needs to be substituted.

　　 This corpse is not being punished here. He is not the object of the murderer's punishment, but the carrier of the murderer's substitution.

　　The murderer is standing here, looking at everything in front of him, he can substitute for himself as he is standing there, and the men and women who dance on the two stages with unsightly pictures are the objects of his hatred and ridicule.

　　 He is standing, the men and women are lying down, he is like a god, overlooking the filthy living beings, this is a kind of hatred beyond the ordinary sense. "

Sheriff Duke nodded, and then shook his head: "I seem to have grasped something, but I don't have a particularly big idea, the murderer, substituting, then there may be no enmity between the murderer and the deceased...maybe even the relationship is very good. Very close, because only then can the murderer be on the dead..."

　　 Karen smiled and said, "Find a sense of substitution."

　　 Sheriff Duke knocked his head with a pipe.

　　 laughed self-deprecatingly twice:

"Ha ha..."

　　 Then,

　　He let out a long sigh of relief, and said, "I think what you just said is totally unfounded. It's all conjecture and fabrication, but I also think you make a lot of sense."

　　 "I am just doing my duty as a good citizen to maintain the goodness and order of this city."

　　 "In the next investigation, I will focus on the close people around the deceased. The closer I get, the more I pay attention."

　　 Karen didn't speak.

　　 "Are you from the Immeles family? What is the relationship with Mason?"

　　 "I am his nephew and he is my uncle."

"Oh, I knew that you shouldn't be the guy hired by his family. You are so handsome. You don't need to be a deadlifter if you want to make money. You can stand here and wait for those ladies to spend money to take the initiative to invite you to dance. "

　　 After finishing speaking, Duke Sheriff, who thought he was humorous, burst out laughing.

　　 Karen just echoed it with a polite smile;

　　He has gotten used to it. This world is always full of maliciousness towards people who look good.

　　 "My name is Duke Malraux, you can call me Duke Cigarette Holder."

　　 "Karen Inmerles."

　　 "Karen, how old are you this year?"

"Fifteen."

　　 "Hey, Mason has a very powerful nephew. The experience just now is the first time since I investigated the case."

　　At this time, a police officer started to come in.

　　 "If the case progresses...no, no matter whether the case progresses or not, I will come to you again, Mingke Street...13, right."

　　 "Yes, sheriff."

　　 Sheriff Duke turned around and shouted to the police officer who had just entered:

　　 "There is a corpse of a deceased under the hole in the middle of the stage, protect the scene, and then contact the bureau to request new police reinforcements."

　　As he continued to walk down the steps, he turned his back to Karen and muttered in a low voice:

　　 Nephew who can resonate spiritually with perverted murderers.

　　 After walking a few steps down, Sergeant Duke suddenly stopped and looked back at Karen:

"And one more thing."

"You say."

　　 "When I checked the corpse just now, I found that the corpse had undergone a certain degree of embalming treatment, and it was winter now, so the corpse would not rot so quickly. The murderer can continue to enjoy the joy or hatred of substitution.

　　 Why did he choose to present corpses in this way...artwork?

　　 I can understand what he wants to show, but I think he can play for a while, right? "

　　 Karen looked at Sheriff Duke and replied, "It's possible that the murderer loves the new and hates the old."

　　 Sheriff Duke's pupils shrank slightly: "You mean, the murderer has found a new target?"

"Do not."

　　 "Oh~" Sheriff Duke let out a sigh of relief.

　　 Karen continued:

　　 "The murderer may already be admiring it now."

　　 Karen walked out of the ballroom, and when he came outside, he saw two ambulances already parked here. Many of the wounded were being carried into the ambulances. The messy scenes had returned to a certain degree.

　　 But what made Karen a little embarrassed was that the "Nutshell" brand modified hearse from the Inmelais family disappeared.

　　 Uncle Mason patronizes the transport of "guests", so he didn't notice that his nephew is actually not in the car!

　　 In desperation, Karen was about to take a taxi home.

Previously, he took the initiative to help Duke with criminal psychology profiling, not because he was a detective addict, but because he had an urgent need for social interaction. Although UU Reading www.uukanshu.com now dare not "run away from home" , But it does not prevent him from preparing for future things, such as getting to know more people.

　　 It's really unnecessary to hide the clumsy. When you have a grandfather in your family who is always weighing whether or not to kill you, what clumsy do you hide?

　　At this time, a taxi stopped in front of Karen.

　　 A man got in and out of the taxi. The man was wearing a peaked cap, a hooked nose and a sharp chin.

　　 After he got off the car,

　　 Karen naturally sat in, but after sitting in, she found that there was a woman in a gray skirt next to the back seat who was sleeping soundly with her head against the car window.

　　 The taxi driver turned around and shouted:

　　 "Madam, ma'am, you are already there."

　　 The woman was awakened by the call, and while she opened the car door and got out of the car, she muttered with a little bit of complaint:

　　 "The boss is really true. The police station said it was an accident. How could it have something to do with the strange monster? You have to come here to take a look, hey, boss, wait for me!"

　　 "Sir, where are you going?"

"gentlemen?

gentlemen? "

　　 "Huh, huh?" Karen replied in a daze.

　　 "Where are you going, you have to tell me where I can take you there."

　　 "13 Mingke Street."

"OK."

　　 The taxi started.

　　 Karen silently grabbed his tight left hand and slowly spread it out, looking at the burn scars of the cross left on it.

　　 She just said, the other demon?

this moment,

　　 Karen suddenly felt a guilty conscience and an extremely uncertain sense of fear.

　　 The world outside the house,

　　 doesn't seem to be that beautiful...

Chapter end