A Weird Theater That Started In London Chapter 21

　　 Originally, a fairly normal person suddenly became nervous and worried about being eaten by someone?

　　 Could it be that he saw something? It is estimated that it has received some kind of strong stimulation.

　　 But, can a crazy man provide valuable clues?

　　 Lu Li felt that the case was getting more and more difficult. It was like a wagon that was out of control. The driver didn't know when and in which direction it would tip over.

　　 He suspected that he had previously judged that he was a middle-aged person who had lost a child based on the murderer's cut through the abdominal cavity of the victim, or that he was abandoned by his biological mother since childhood. Perhaps it was too narrow.

　　 may as well, give an empty definition first:

　　The murderer lacks a certain emotion.

　　 Thinking of this, he turned to look at George, and asked in a deep voice: "Mr. Lask, what kind of person is the mother of the eldest grandson?"

　　 "She deserves all the compliments."

　　 "While Albert's father wandered on the beds of married women, she remained loyal and cared for every member of the royal family."

Having said this, George Lask seemed to have a deep understanding. He let out a cold snort and said angrily: "I don't know when, in high society, apart from husbands, there are several lovers and knights among ladies who have also become one. Kind of elegance and fashion."

　　 A traditional and decent man with a mysterious origin, and he knows many secrets in the upper class.

　　 The above is Lu Li's evaluation of Mr. Lask. Therefore, what he says is highly credible, so don't rush to visit the eldest grandson.

　　 "Walter Seager, where do you live?"

　　 After a moment of silence, Lu Li tilted his head to look at Linnai, with a decision in his heart.

　　 It's a pity that George is a bit silly and always likes to interrupt others. He clenched his fists hard: "Are you going to visit this ugly painter first? That's great, I think this guy has a problem!"

　　 "Lin Nai, wipe the gun and load it with bullets. This person must be a desperate person. You will guard the gate at that time. Although I am sure to control him, I still have to take precautions in advance."

　　 Lu Li helped his forehead, feeling a little helpless.

　　 "Mr. Lask, before finding out the truth, don't hold any prejudice against the suspect. Besides, a few curious paintings can't explain much, I just think it is necessary to talk to him."

　　Even if Lu Chengxu thought that Sige was not a good person, he would not be so rough, well, it should be said to be straightforward.

　　 Hearing this, George glanced at the pocket watch in his hand and said dissatisfied: "It's seven forty now, I hope he can stay at home honestly."

　　 "Otherwise, I have more reason to suspect that he is Jack the Ripper."

　　 eight o'clock in the evening.

　　 Apartment on Calvi Street 16.

　　 A carriage stopped, and the coachman silently took out his beloved Winchester, and kept his tobacco in his mouth.

　　 And Linnaeus, who was tall, knocked on the door.

　　 "Does the painter Seager live here?"

　　 A rude but very clear voice sounded outside the apartment, and the old lady living next door heard the movement and secretly opened the curtains.

　　 happened to meet Lu Li who was looking at his surroundings.

　　 "Presumably, she is the one who provided the news. I can go over and talk a few words later. I hope the elderly don't go to bed too early, or I will feel sorry for it."

　　 When he thought that he was about to meet with the **** butcher, Lu Li was inexplicably excited, abnormally speaking, especially wanting to talk badly.

　　 "As a good citizen, everyone has an obligation to cooperate with the investigation. She will definitely understand."

　　Mr. Lask was also a little excited, as if his vengeance was about to be paid, and his fingers tapped the handle of the gun lightly according to a certain rhythm.

"Who?"

　　 Someone went downstairs.

　　 There was a sound of footsteps in the house, but it was a little dragged, and it seemed to be walking slowly.

　　 And Lu Li leaned in front of the door and listened carefully, the footsteps getting closer and closer, and then he lost motion.

　　 "Who is outside?"

　　 The voice sounded again.

　　 "Eastern District Citizens Self-Defense Force, there is something that needs Mr. Seag's help to confirm." Lu Li replied loudly.

　　 "I am, please come in."

The door opened, and a man who looked different from what he had expected appeared in front of the three of them. He was completely indifferent to the evil spirits. Instead, he had a good-looking face and a slender figure, especially those blue eyes, just like lake water. The same clear and clean.

　　 After saluting, Sieg took a step back and waited patiently for the visitors to enter.

　　 A gentleman who is very fond of girls.

　　 Rich, handsome, and polite.

　　 Lu Li subconsciously made a judgment.

　　 "Lin Nai, you are waiting outside, I will accompany Mr. Lu Li in."

　　 At this time, George released his grip on the handle of the gun and stepped into the door first. Lu Li also put down the rifle on his shoulder and gave it to Linnai for safekeeping, and then walked in with his cane.

　　 Click!

　　 The door closed.

　　 "Do you two have coffee?"

　　 Sieg walked ahead to lead the way, behaving very calmly, but walking in a strange posture, as if he didn't dare to take a step.

　　 Hearing this, Lu Li immediately refused: "No, thank you."

　　Between words, the three of them came to the living room. Specifically, it should be the studio, but Sieg placed a few soft stools among the countless drawing boards.

　　 There was a moment of silence.

　　 George worried that his straightforward character would cause trouble to Mr. Detective, while Lu Li was observing the surrounding paintings, thinking about where to ask first.

　　The place that catches the eye is the mother holding the baby~www.mtlnovel.com~ Every mother has a different face, but the facial lines are very soft. At first glance, it looks like a loving mother, while the baby sleeps or laughs, showing her virginity.

　　The Virgin and the Son.

　　 An enduring theme.

　　It's just that a devout believer would paint a picture group like "Murder in an Unknown Town"?

　　 In the solemn atmosphere, Sieg remained silent, and only asked inexplicably: "How can I help you?"

　　 "I'll be blunt, what is your itinerary for these two days? To attend a literary salon in the evening, or to have a gathering with friends?"

　　 George used a pen to record the conversation, trying to put pressure on the suspect, while Lu Li was sitting loosely, talking to Sig in a relaxed posture.

　　 "I wasn't feeling well, except for painting and resting at home, I never went to other places."

　　 Reminiscent of his weird walking posture, Lu Li nodded and complimented: "I admire the painter the most. I took the illness to create, just like Van Gogh. Maybe you have never heard of this name."

　　When it comes to art, this handsome and reticent man has become much more talkative:

　　 "No, I know him. I met this man at a salon held by a friend in Paris last year. He was very imaginative and very strange."

　　 "Well, if it wasn't for talent, I would also like to be a painter."

　　 Lu Li folded his hands, as if he was about to talk about art with Seager, so anxious that George wanted to interrupt, but he was worried about bad things and could only hold back.

　　 "Mr. Seager, I'm curious, what do you think of your career?"

　　 "In my opinion, painting is a great undertaking. It is a life, not a tool for making a living."

　　 "Every day, I walk into the studio with enthusiasm and with a happy mood, and start my new day until the sun sets, and the dim light forces me to stop painting."

Chapter end