13 Mink Street Chapter 20

When the car started, Karen heard a little noise from behind after driving for a few hundred meters. Then, an arm went around his neck, and then, beside his ear, he heard the sound of breathing with alcohol. .

　　 "Ma'am, I'm driving."

next moment,

　　 Karen felt that her earlobe was sucked into the lubricious warmth, which was a little ecstasy.

　　 "Ma'am, I'm driving."

　　 Karen had to remind him again, and at the same time slowed down.

　　 "I'm so stupid~"

　　 Mrs. Seuss whispered softly in Karen's ear.

　　 "Madam, why are you stupid."

　　 "I am an ugly, unfortunate and stupid woman."

　　 "Madam, don't say that to yourself."

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

　　 "When will I..."

　　 Karen was surprised.

　　 "Also, in the living room in the afternoon, are you and the policeman discussing me? I can tell from your expression and tone of voice 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 expressed disdain for my artistic ability, no, you expressed disdain for me as a whole, Karen, I'm so sad, so sad that you actually think of me that way.

　　 Did you know that when I first saw you, I wanted you to sleep in my bed. I would give you real happiness and make you a...real man. "

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

　　 An emergency stop should make her behind her lose her center of gravity, so she can take the opportunity to get out of the car at that time.

　　 But...damn it!

　　 Why do I have such good habits? The police in Luojia City will not check whether you are wearing a seat belt at all and will not deduct points for it. Why do I habitually wear a seat belt!

　　 "Woo woo woo..."

　　Mrs. Seuss began to cry.

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

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

　　 "You can't believe a man's mouth." Madam Hughes slowly raised her other hand from behind, "However, I have another way for you to realize what you just said."

　　 Through the rearview mirror, Karen paid attention to this movement.

　　 stepped on the gas pedal, then slammed on the brakes, at the same time, unfastened the seat belt with his right hand, opened the door with the left hand, and broke the restraint of her arm on her by inertia, and then the whole person fell out of the car first, even if she rolled out first.

　　 She should be holding a knife. At most, she will cut some holes, get a little bit of injury, and some blood. It's not a big problem.

　　 Karen quickly planned all this in his mind;

　　 Until, he saw that Mrs. Seus's other hand was raised,

Yes,

　　 A revolver.

NS,

　　 is actually a gun!

next moment,

　　 The cool muzzle reached his temple.

　　 Karen knows that no matter how fast he moves, there will be no bullets fast.

　　 A series of previous ideas, Karen had to give up temporarily, was pulled a few times with a knife, probably indestructible, but bullets...

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

　　 "I don't have much strength, I can't use a knife, so only with a gun, Cole and old Darcy will be honest in front of me."

　　 "I am different from them. I have met Cole. He has a very big body. Although the old Darcy is old, he has been working as an incinerator, and his body is also very good.

　　 I am different,

　　 I believe if you use a knife, madam,

Do not,

　　 Even if we fight unarmed now, I probably won't be your opponent, Madam. "

　　 "Hehehe, you are so funny, you see, you still treat me as an idiot until now."

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

　　 This is Karen's truth now,

　　 Not long ago, he did criminal psychology analysis in front of the sheriff and even laughed at the murderer for being stupid;

　　 Then, he drove the murderer and set off.

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

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 was just taken care of by her, and the latter died in her cremation house;

　　 It can be said that as long as two copies of the deceased's identity information are swiped forward, the directivity is straightforward.

　　 But it is precisely because Cole is a foreigner, it took some time to investigate his identity and his network in the city, which gave Mrs. Seuss the space to continue free activities.

　　 This murderer can hardly be described as stupid. He is almost a brainless lunatic, and he doesn't even know how to hide himself.

"Madam, can I discuss something with you? I will drive you home now. You have a good sleep. We will assume that the things just did not happen at all. Tomorrow's weather will be very good, there will be bright sunshine and fresh air.

　　 Don't worry, I am very good at keeping secrets. "

　　"It's better not to talk casually now, Karen, because every word you say now enters my ears, what I hear is repeating:

　　 I am stupid, I am stupid, I am stupid! "

"OK."

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

　　 "This is my honor, madam, where do you want to go?"

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

　　 "Me too, ma'am."

　　 "Turn ahead and go to 128. Didn't that house just move? It just happened to be quiet."

　　 128?

　　 Karen suddenly felt a little...tangled in her heart.

　　 That is an area that he will deliberately let the driver bypass every time he gets in and out of a taxi.

　　 But at the same time, when he heard Madam Hughes choose that house, he breathed a sigh of relief in silence.

　　 He has a psychological shadow on that house,

　　 But the problem is,

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

　　 Hell is a terrible thing,

　　 But in front of death,

ghost,

　　 is not so difficult to accept.

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

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

Mrs. 　　 First opened the door of the car, got out of the car, and then continued to point at Karen with the muzzle:

　　 "You come down too."

　　 "Okay, ma'am."

　　 Karen got out of the car.

　　 "The trunk opens."

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

　　 "Put it up."

　　 Karen lifted the mountaineering bag, which was a bit heavy. Judging from the previous contact, there are many utensils in it.

　　 "Is this your paintbrush?" Karen asked.

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

　　 "If I knew that the artist was your wife, I would have worshipped under your skirt a long time ago."

"go inside."

　　 "Okay, ma'am."

　　 Pushing open the courtyard door, Karen walked in carrying the bag, followed by Mrs. Seuss.

　　 Karen was wondering whether he could knock Mrs. Seuss down if he picked up this hiking bag and smashed it back.

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

　　Moreover, what Karen noticed was that Mrs. Seuss' movement with the gun was very steady.

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

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

　　 But it didn't take long for Aunt Mary to be a makeup artist, and the Seuss Crematorium was originally managed by Mr. Seuss. After Mr. Seuss left, Mrs. Seuss took over.

　　 "The first time I met Mary was in the afternoon. I just won the shooting championship. Before I took the stage to accept the award, Mary came to make up for me."

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

　　 "Okay, now, open the door."

　　 "I don't have the key."

　　 Karen reached out and put his 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 feelings about this door.

　　 "I have moved all the valuables at home, why should the door be locked?" Mrs. Seuss smiled, "Even if the door is locked, there are tools in my bag that can be opened.

　　 Now, let's go in. "

　　 Karen carried the bag and entered the house.

　　 "Keep going."

"OK."

"Snapped!"

　　Mrs. Seuss turned on the light.

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

　　"This is an indifferent society. I don't think that in a house that has just moved, there will be neighbors who notice whether the lights should be on at this time, and no one will be bored and call the police specifically for this.

　　 Of course, even if you call the police, when the police arrive, what should happen will happen long ago. "

　　 "I very much agree with your opinion of the police, Madam, they can not even be as fast as our hearse."

　　 "Go upstairs."

　　 "Okay, ma'am."

　　 "Master bedroom."

　　 "Okay, ma'am."

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

　　 Karen walked to the bed and sat down.

Mrs. 　　 holding a gun in one hand, she slowly squatted down and opened the bag, seeming to be pulling the tools inside.

　　 "Madam, if it weren't for Aunt Mary, she would just take me to the barbecue together, you tonight..."

　　 "Yes, my object of creation tonight should have been Mary, she is my good girlfriend, I know her very well, and after she integrates into my work, I can have a great sense of substitution.

　　 is like Cole who knows my sensitive zone and old Darcy who has followed me for so long.

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

　　 "Yes, ma'am, I think so."

A sarcasm smile appeared at the corner of Mrs. 　　Sius's mouth:

　　 "Shouldn't there be a level?"

　　 "Believe me, ma'am, that is the blasphemy of sacred art by my art layman. I have confessed it countless times in my heart."

Mrs. 　　 Seuss took out a knife from the bag. This knife was very similar to the knife used by the butcher in the vegetable market. It should be very convenient for chopping ribs.

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

　　Mingke Street is not one of those homeless neighborhoods, and law and order has always been very good. Therefore, a gunshot will surely shock many people, but please rest assured, I can guarantee that the gunshot also means that you have already had several holes in your body. "

　　 "It's really a difficult choice." Karen said with emotion.

"indeed."

"Madam, your first work is a religious painting of the Berry Church, and your second work is a religious painting of the Church of the Abyss. I'm very curious. Your third work is going to... No, don't answer first, let me try Guess...

　　 I guess it's the Order of God? "

　　Mrs. Seuss was a little surprised.

　　 "Am I right?" Karen pretended to be very surprised.

　　 "Yes, you guessed it."

　　 "I will continue to guess... what you want to pay tribute to is the painting of the **** of order punishing his daughter Ankara, the light of order, 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 places to talk to 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 this afternoon, then I can only take a step back and choose Mary."

　　 "Madam, I think you have to plan well before creating. Ankara's body is divided."

　　 "Yes, so, I'm ready, I will chop you up, um, after you die, so that you won't feel the pain anymore."

　　 "But how do you plan to show the image of the beast swallowed by the beast? I don't want you to repeat the regret of old Darcy. You know, the old Darcy's work, you actually failed to complete it."

　　 "This time, I have a good solution."

　　At this time,

　　 Karen suddenly found a dark spot on Madam Seuss's face, and that dark spot was slowly spreading, covering one of Madam Husse's eyes.

　　 And when I said the next sentence,

　　Mrs. Seus's voice instantly added a man's voice, becoming thicker:

　　 "My way of presenting art this time is to chop you into fine pieces, and then eat you bit by bit."

　　This tone is very familiar to Karen;

　　 On the phone: You interrupted my artistic creation.

　　 is the sound at that time!

　　 So, what's wrong with Mrs. Seus?

Of course she can't be a man dressed as a woman like Piaget. She is a woman. Karen can be sure, because when driving at night, Mrs. Hughes lying on the back seat lifted all the skirts, UU Reading www. uukanshu.com And under the skirt of her skirt, she still wears very thin and narrow lace.

　　 Although Karen didn't watch it on purpose,

　　 But just those few glances are already clear.

　　 So, Mrs. Seuss, is definitely not a man!

　　 And now, she felt like she was walking towards herself step by step, like...like being possessed by something, with a paranoid and crazy mood.

　　 Karen's gaze was circling around. He wanted to catch a red high-heeled shoe at this moment, but unfortunately, he didn't see it.

　　 The blush that he had avoided before, but at this moment, he was very eager to see it, and even knelt down to kiss the upper of her shoe.

"Karen, I admit your wisdom and that your art appreciation level surpasses mine. Therefore, I plan to use this method to finish my work first, and secondly, after eating you, you will also I will merge with you, and I will inherit everything from you."

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

"Say."

　　 Karen pointed to the old peanut tube radio,

　　 "Madam, I think when you chop me up, it will be a very beautiful picture with the soft night music on the radio, isn't it?"

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

　　 "I think you are right."

　　 immediately,

　　 She reached out and pressed the radio switch.

at this time,

　　 There was a little snowflake noise on the radio.

　　 immediately,

　　 A magnetic male voice came from the radio:

　　 "Dear friends and listeners, good evening everyone. Welcome to the "Roja Story" program..."

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