13 Mink Street Chapter 17

　　 "Do... Do... Do..."

"Enter."

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

　　 Diss closed the folder originally laid out in front of him, and watched Karen walk up to him and sit down.

"what's up?"

　　 "I just did a psychological counseling service for Mrs. Seamore."

"How's the effect?"

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

"Um."

　　 "However, I learned one thing from Mrs. Seamore."

"Say."

　　 "Mrs. Seymour lives at 46 Rhine Street."

　　 "Good location."

　　 "Mr. Piaget, who I met at the Seuss Cremation Club last time and gave me the first psychological consultation fee of 20,000 RUB, is a neighbor of Simor's family, and he lives at No. 45."

"Um."

　　 "Grandpa, I think this is a coincidence. 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 out fishing together.

　　 The old Darcy burned the body of Piaget's wife Linda with his own hands not long ago. "

　　 "Well, it's a coincidence."

"More importantly, the ashes of Piaget's wife Linda were handed over to Mr. Piaget in my hand, but Mrs. Seamore said that Linda gave her a delicious meal this morning. Apple pie."

　　'S wife who has become ashes, but suddenly "resurrected", and she is still cooking.

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

"I have no idea."

　　 "You don't know? I think you and the Duke Sheriff had a very speculative chat."

　　"Grandpa, this is like some religious classics. We can sit face to face and talk about theories for a whole day, from the truth of the universe's movement to the mystery of the gods, and down to the operation of human society and the truth, goodness and beauty of human nature.

　　 We can't even get a taxi back home after we finish talking. "

Criminal psychology seems to be a very large existence, but it is actually not a panacea. Sometimes after talking about it, it is found that the bull's lips are not right. Even if it is really excellent and correct analysis, only one can be given. Approximate direction.

　　 Instead, the ring finger pushes the frame: There is only one truth, and that is...

　　 In terms of investigating the case, Karen believes that Sheriff Duke will be more proficient than himself. After all, you should never compare your hobbies to the jobs of others.

　　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 once posted a video of a case to himself, hoping to analyze it by himself. It was a case of a husband murdering his wife and hiding his body.

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

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

　　 And the murderer husband who seemed to be "calm" and "steady" in the eyes of ordinary people, all his disguise was not worth mentioning in front of the old detective.

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

　　 Karen smiled.

　　 "You mean that I have been doing very meaningless things."

　　 "..." Karen.

　　Dis picked up the tea cup,

　　 Karen took the initiative to pick up the thermos,

　　Disdao:

"full."

　　 Karen put down the thermos in a jealousy.

　　 "So, what do you want to do?"

　　 "It's like this, grandpa, in the afternoon Mr. Piaget came to visit me after we left home, and he left me an invitation, inviting me to be a guest at his house."

"You want to go?"

"Yes."

　　 "Then go."

　　 "But I... dare not."

　　 Karen sat there, speaking very frankly.

　　 "I will be busy in the next few days, and there are some things to deal with." Diss put the tea cup down, "I don't have time to accompany you out like this afternoon."

　　 "Then I... won't go."

　　 "Hmm." Diss nodded.

　　 "Grandpa, you rest early, and I will go to bed too."

"good."

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

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

　　 Karen turned around and smiled: "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 in front of Karen. The black cat's face had a clear reluctance.

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

　　 "Grandpa, are you sure?"

　　 Karen asked.

"Sure."

　　 Karen, who got a positive reply, said very seriously:

　　 "I see, grandpa."

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

　　 stood at the door,

　　 Karen blinked.

　　He believes that Diss can bring himself enough sense of security;

　　 Even if we exclude the weird things we experienced before,

　　 Just on the light hearse, Diss asked himself to peel his arm, his brows were not frowned, and at the time he clearly expressed his urge to kill himself at the door;

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

　　 be cruel to myself,

　　 dare to kill,

　　 Even if you are older... well, this age is not a problem, Karen believes that if he is better than his physical fitness, he will never be Diss' opponent;

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

but,

　　 That cat...

　　 "Perhaps, this is a cat with only a story."

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

　　 "Let's take a shower and go to bed first."

　　 "You are crazy, crazy! You actually let the noble me go to play the detective agency game with a child, Diss, what do you think, what do you think!"

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

　　 "I asked you to look at him, as you said, he is a strange monster."

　　 Pu'er heard this,

　　 One side of the cat's face,

　　 asked back:

　　 "Then why not just kill him?"

　　 Diss looked at Pu'er in the corner.

　　 "hiss..."

　　 Pu'er's tail was immediately upturned, his limbs tightened, and he immediately said:

　　 "I know, I will accompany him, I will be optimistic about this strange monster."

Its daybreak,

　　 In this sleep, Karen slept until ten o'clock in the morning. It should be because there were too many things yesterday and he was too tired.

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

dreaming:

　　He danced with the dancers in the ballroom for a while, and then shoveled ashes by the incinerator;

　　 while lying in the coffin of the mourning hall on the first floor of the house listening to the prayers,

　　 lay in Mrs. Seus's arms again for a while, almost suffocating.

　　After washing,

　　 Karen felt that she had regained her spirit.

　　 Coming to the second floor, Aunt Winnie saw Karen come down and smiled and said, "I'm ready for lunch."

　　 "Thank you auntie."

　　Lunch is noodles;

　　 Aunt Winnie and Aunt Mary have been happy about it since they saw Karen hanging the soup.

　　 The noodle soup is very good, with green onions sprinkled on it.

　　 In addition, there is also a can of Karen's oily spice, which was also placed on the table at this moment.

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

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

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

　　 A patient died in a nearby hospital, Uncle Mason took Paul and Ron there;

　　Business is like this. Either I have been idle for many days, or I have all the orders all at once.

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

　　 Karen had 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 the accident at the Crown Ballroom yesterday resulted in the death of two people and many injuries, but there was no news of the murder, nor did the old Darcy who died at the Seuss Crematorium report it.

　　 While the front page of the newspaper is the election manifesto of the old mayor of Roja City, it is not difficult to guess that this serial murder case was suppressed. After all, the mayoral election is in full swing.

　　 If a vicious serial murder case breaks out, it is easy to panic, and everyone will question the abilities of the old mayor. You know, he has been propagating that "security" is his most proud political achievement.

　　 "Need coffee?" Aunt Winnie walked down carrying a pot of coffee for Aunt Mary who was working in the basement. Of course, Karen could share a cup.

　　 "No need, aunt, I will go out later, go to someone's house for coffee, my own home, it can save a little bit."

　　 Aunt Winnie laughed when she heard this and said:

　　 "You just said that more and more like your Aunt Mary."

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

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

"OK."

　　 Aunt Winnie went to answer the phone.

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

　　 The melody of "Roja Elf" is being played in the studio, and Aunt Mary is also humming to the beat. She is facing the door with her back, and her slightly plump figure is even more conspicuous under the covering of the long skirt.

　　This can't help but remind Karen of Mrs. Seamore who took off her clothes in front of her last night. She is too thin.

　　Although judging the figure of the elders is an immoral behavior, after all, it is only in the heart. Even among relatives, one can see what is good and what is not good. The key is to maintain the clarity of the spiritual platform.

　　 Just look at it with the eyes of appreciating artworks.

　　啧...Appreciation, artwork.

　　 Karen suddenly discovered that because of the serial perverted murderer, these words have changed a bit recently.

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

　　 "Yes, my beautiful aunt."

　　 It can be seen that Aunt Mary is in a very good mood. Package B is obviously more moisturizing to her than Uncle Mason.

　　Because, in addition to family members' entry bonuses, Aunt Mary has the highest basic salary and performance bonus. The better the family business, the more her income.

　　Makeup artist is not just as simple as putting on makeup casually,

　　 is like the old Darcy who will be sent after a while waiting for the police to handle the case or collect evidence.

　　 Aunt Mary is about to put dozens of old Darcy back together.

　　 This is a job that even the perverted murderer can't do, but for Aunt Mary, it's not a problem at all.

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

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

　　 Karen saw that her aunt was spraying paint on Mr. Seamore's body.

　　 Yes, painting is like doing car maintenance.

　　 And, Mr. Seamore's abdominal muscles...that are 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. Seamore won't mind."

　　 "No need, auntie."

　　 He is still not used to touching a man's abdominal muscles, and he is still a dead man.

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

　　 Hearing this, Karen suddenly had an idea in his mind;

　　 If I can take Mr. Seamore to visit Piaget, then safety seems to be guaranteed.

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

　　 But then Karen smiled in his heart again.

　　What is my dream?

　　Mr. Seamore's face is pierced with many pins, and there are silk threads holding it there;

"Mrs. Seymour said that she was attracted to Mr. Seymour's image of a tough guy when she was young, so she hopes that Mr. Seymour can be buried in the most perfect image in her heart. I have to give him some more edges and corners. ."

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

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

"go Go."

　　 Aunt Mary puts down the coffee cup and continues her artistic creation.

　　 Back in the living room, Karen sorted out his clothes first, and put a thousand rupee in his pocket at the same time. He planned to buy some snacks or fruit with him before visiting Mr. Piaget.

　　 Pu'er crawled on the morgue with his face facing inward and his tail motionless, as if he could not be seen by Karen by "playing dead".

　　 But Karen stepped forward and picked it up.

　　 He still believed in Diss' words, because if Diss wanted to kill him, he wouldn't have to go around these twists and turns.

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

　　 looked at the cat in his arms,

　　 looked at the big golden retriever again,

　　 I feel that this big dog can bring me a sense of security. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 hesitated,

　　 Karen walked over and picked up the golden retriever.

that's all,

　　 One person, one cat, one dog,

　　 stood 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 additional cleaning fee for bringing pets."

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

　　 The driver was taken aback, and said, "Then I won't accept it this time. Who told me that I also like pets, please get in the car."

　　 "How much is it to go to 45 Rhine Street?"

　　 "45 rupees."

　　 "Then please go."

　　 "Hahaha, how about 30 rupee, today is my birthday."

　　 "25 rupee."

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

　　 "Stop when you pass by the snack shop, I will ask you to eat a small cake for 10 yuan to celebrate your birthday."

　　 "You get in the car."

One p.m;

　　 Karen, holding a box of macarons, stood at the gate of Rhine Street 45.

Next to 　　, sat a cat and a dog.

　　 Karen stepped forward and rang the doorbell.

　　 Not long after,

　　The door of the inner room was opened, and a woman in pink home clothes walked out. When she came to the courtyard, she looked at the stranger Karen 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 what you are?"

　　 "I am your husband's friend and I am invited to visit."

　　 also,

　　 The person who has picked up your ashes personally.

Chapter end