A Weird Theater That Started In London Chapter 22

　　 "If I cannot be with my beloved painting career, I will be very painful."

　　 Sige, who was sitting across from Lu Li, didn't look like a sick person at all. His beard was clean and his clothes were neat, except for the strange walking posture.

　　 At this moment, art seems to have made him forget his illness. Under the gaze of Lu Li and George, he stood up and his voice gradually rose, as if he was making a pilgrimage to the void.

　　 "hiss..."

　　 Suddenly, Sieg covered his crotch, his expression was extremely painful, his face flushed red, and the feeling of Lu Li who had learned to perform, in a hurry, if anyone could pretend to be like this, he could go directly to receive the Oscar statuette.

　　 Therefore, Lu Li couldn't take care of other things, so he hurriedly stepped forward to help: "If you feel unwell, I can help contact the doctor."

　　 At this moment, Sieg's spasmodic fingers kept rumbling in his pockets, and finally remembered something, and raised his fingers to a drawing board.

　　 "The medicine is over there...help...help..."

　　 Next to the wooden board, there is a paint rack. In addition to a few jars, there is also a brown glass bottle.

　　 Upon seeing this, George immediately put down the pen and paper, rushed over and took it over.

　　 Before the questioning began, the suspect became like this, and the whole process was outrageous.

　　 "What is this thing, you can't eat it, right?"

　　 A few seconds later, George Lask frowned.

　　 When he took the medicine bottle, Lu Li glanced at the label attached to the bottle: [Salicylic acid]

　　In this era, few people know this thing except for professionals in the medical industry.

　　 However, from later generations, he once heard that the chemistry teacher popularized this ancient medicine:

　　 At the beginning of the 19th century, people extracted salicylic acid from plant leaves. Although it has analgesic and antipyretic effects, it has a strong corrosive effect on the esophagus and stomach.

　　 Generally speaking, only those with severe pain will take it.

　　 To put it simply, it means taking pain to relieve pain.

　　 "Thanks to both of you."

　　 After pouring the liquid medicine into his mouth, Sieg collapsed on the seat and let out a sigh of relief.

　　 "Do you need to contact a doctor? I have a friend who is a professor of medicine at King's College. Maybe he can help you."

　　 Lu Li made up his mind, no matter whether this guy is really sick or not, he must ask something tonight.

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　　 "Excuse me, it's just a small problem, it can't get in the way."

　　 Sieg waved his hand, unwilling to say more.

　　 After tonight, there are only three days left, and there is no time to waste.

　　 Thinking of this, Lu Li leaned into George's ear and whispered a few words: "You quickly send the coachman to Duke and let him come here. This kind of thing can't be delayed."

　　 "Well, at this time, don't be polite to him. Ask if you have any questions, I'll be back in a while."

　　 The words fell, Mr. Lask drew the revolver out, overwhelmed the hammer to make it in a state of being fired, and then slammed Lu Li upright and turned away.

　　 "You suspect that I am the murderer."

　　 "In fact, no one can prove where I have been in the past two days."

　　 Sieg stated the facts, matching his pale lips, and the sideburns soaked in cold sweat, made people feel unbearable.

　　 But those blue eyes, like his secret heart, are elusive.

　　 "Yes, the suspect, Mr. Seager."

　　 As he said, Lu Li put the gun away, still holding his cane. He thought it was enough to defend himself, and he could put a person down in one fell swoop.

　　 Of course, there is a hint of hypocrisy.

　　 In silence.

　　 "Why suspect me, the police said Jack the Ripper is a refugee, and three eyewitnesses have verified this statement."

　　 Suddenly, Sieg pointed to the corner of the wall, the newspaper used to wrap the paint box, the date was impressively written:

　　 August 8, 1888!

　　 "Every day, the newspaper boy will stuff the latest "Times" into the window sill, even if I am not in London."

　　 Siege straightened up and glanced at Lu Li's waist with melancholy eyes, where the gun was hung.

　　 "Martha, that's the first victim. She has nine pounds in her purse, all gold coins."

　　 "It turns out that the money is the real murderer. If the murderer is an Eastern European refugee, then he will not ignore the money. The locusts are naturally greedy."

　　 "Mr. Painter."

　　 tilted his head and glanced at the wall clock, Lu Li said directly: "It's my turn to ask you, is "Murder in an Unknown Town" your painting."

　　 "Yes, they have been displayed in the gallery recently, have you seen them?"

　　 "Finally, Mr. Lasker paid for them, and they are now in the briefcase."

　　 After the words came, Lu Li found that Si Ge was still expressionless, like a dead man.

　　 "Can you tell me about your mother? I know that she is an Englishman. This makes you have a certain feeling for this country. Every year, no matter how busy you are, you will find time to live in London for a period of time."

　　 "You know, art is in Paris, not in the foggy city. Apart from acid rain and thick fog, it is hard to see the sun in this place."

　　 At this time, Sieg turned his face and buzzed his nose and said, "I don't want to talk about privacy, can you leave?"

"certainly."

　　 "But, have you figured out how to deal with Mr. Lask? I am willing to leave temporarily to give you time to think, but he will not leave so easily. The incompetence of Scotland Yard does not mean that the military..."

　　 Although Lu Li didn't finish his words, Sieg understood what he meant, smiled gently, and said softly: "Come with me upstairs. There are my most authentic paintings and things you want to know."

　　 At this time, a woman's scream came from the door, followed by the voices of Linnaeus and Mr. Lasker. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

　　 drew the gun, knocked down the hammer, and flicked the trigger.

　　 "That should be a special model. I was scheduled to meet in the apartment at nine o'clock tonight last Wednesday."

Faced with Lu Li who suddenly became vigilant, Sieg explained: "Women's youth is too short, and wrinkles begin to grow after the age of thirty. If you don't use a paintbrush to record the most beautiful stage, when they are old, what should be remembered? Woolen cloth?"

"Um."

　　 Lu Li couldn't comment, staring at Sieg with a gun while waiting for Mr. Lasker to come in.

　　 Soon, a short woman walked into the living room. Frankly speaking, she was not like a model. She had been malnourished for a long time. Her hair was dry and her cheeks were sunken. She looked like a refugee who had just settled down.

　　 "Mr. Lu Li, this woman claims to be a wandering warbler. She was invited by Seager to be a model for five pounds. She had already been here two weeks ago."

　　George Lask leaned in and whispered a few words.

　　 At the same time, facing the woman's suspicious eyes, Sieg shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant, and smiled at her: "You go to the studio upstairs and stay, I have something to talk to the two gentlemen."

　　 "Ma'am, I'm sorry to make you scared, let's go up first, in fact, some of us are friends, but there are some business matters to talk about."

　　 Lu Li forced a smile.

　　 "Mr. Seager is a good man..."

　　 The woman's voice is as thin as a mosquito.

　　 Finally, she walked up the stairs, watched by the three of them.

　　 Click!

　　 The sound of the door closing from above.

　　 Time goes back to twenty years ago.

　　 A little boy was tied to an iron bed and obeyed all the doctor's orders, suffering from needle sticks, scrapes, and tears.

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