13 Mink Street

Diss stood behind Karen, looking at his grandson.

When the rest of the people were paralyzed by the scene in front of them,

present,

Only their grandfather and grandson showed calmness.

"Did you see anything?"

Karen turned his head, glanced at Diss, and shook his head.

"Didn't see anything?"

Karen shook his head again and said:

"It's disappointment."

"disappointment?"

"Yes."

Although he deliberately stimulated the other party on the phone earlier, Karen still had some expectations in his heart.

It is indeed inappropriate to use "expectation" and "disappointment" to describe the scene in front of me. In fact, when Karen put down the phone and came with his grandfather, he was also worried about Mrs. Hughes' accident;

However, the human spiritual level is inherently complicated. You can worry that you can be anxious and feel grief and indignation for the death of old Darcy, but at the same time, another layer is peeled off to measure and consider the "work" in front of you from another perspective. , is not contradictory.

And in front of grandpa, Karen doesn't have to hide too much.

"Where is the disappointment?"

"Monotonous, cliché, nothing new."

"So, does that count?"

Diss looked forward again at "old building block Darcy".

"That's it." Karen shrugged. "After all, the layout in the Crown Ballroom is more like the environment made the murderer's work. This time, it's his true level."

"Are you really here to admire?" Diss asked.

"No, there should be other interesting things." Karen's eyes began to wander around, "I remember that when I was on the phone with the murderer, he was struggling with the final piece."

"so what?"

"From the perspective of investigation, after the murderer hung up the phone, he should forcefully put the last link together."

"So, are you looking for that?"

"Yes."

"I'll help you find it together."

"Thank you grandpa."

Karen walked up to Mrs. Hughes first and reached out to help her up.

Mrs. Hughes is very white. When I saw her for the first time, I thought she was white, but when I got close to her, I could find that she was really white;

Some whites are superficial, static, boring, and boring;

And some white, it has connotation, is dynamic, is emotional, and it can be put down.

Both Uncle Mason and Aunt Mary once advised themselves to "be careful" Mrs. Hughes. As people who have experienced it, they both know what Mrs. Hughes means.

"Old Darcy..."

Mrs. Hughes cried like pear blossoms and rain.

"Madam, you should call the police now."

"Oh... yes." After all, Mrs. Hughes was a strong woman. After wiping away her tears, she walked towards the phone.

As for the three people still lying on the ground, Karen did not go to help them, but began to search the incineration room on his own, and Diss also walked around to have a look.

The area of ​​the incinerator is not very large, but after all, there are three incinerators, so it cannot be too cramped.

Karen first noticed the still hot incinerator, went over to have a look, and found nothing unusual.

Immediately afterwards, Karen came to a nearby incinerator.

"Um?"

Karen was slightly puzzled, reached out and pulled the wrench next to it, opened it, and pulled it out with more force.

On the shelf, a person was lying face down.

This person was wearing the overalls of the Hughes Crematorium.

"ah!"

Mrs. Hughes yelled behind Karen, which made Karen tremble in shock.

"Here, there is...another one!" Mrs. Hughes panicked.

"No, it's still the same." Karen bent down, picked up the pliers, and then pulled the hand of the corpse on the shelf.

The hand was pulled out of the cuff;

Immediately, Karen pulled the head of the corpse again, and the head was also pulled out from the neck opening of the clothes.

There was only half of the head that was pulled out, only the back of the head, and no front part.

The same is true for the hand, only half of it, but there is no bone, only the outer skin is left. It looks a bit like the "boneless chicken feet with pickled peppers" after processing.

Karen turned around, came to the table where the urn was placed, and turned the foot inside the urn with pliers.

The previous "feet" was "standing" sideways;

After turning it over, I realized that the foot had been cut in half, and only half remained here.

Standing on tiptoe slightly, he used the pliers to pull the head of old Darcy in the top urn, the head was turned around, only half of the head was left, the back of the head was empty, as if a watermelon had been cut horizontally.

so,

On the cremator shelf, half of old Darcy was lying there, and the assembled old Darcy piled up on the countertop was only half.

The murderer, divided old Darcy into "two halves".

"There are also things here." Diss pushed a two-wheeled cart over. It was originally used to transport ashes and other sundries, but now it contained hammers, nails, string balls, ropes, and several bottles. cans;

"What's in this bottle is..." Karen picked it up with pliers curiously, but there was no label on the bottle.

"It's superglue," Dees said.

"Glue..."

Karen took a few steps back, and silently stepped back to the phone again.

Diss came over, stood beside Karen, and asked, "There is half a body on the shelf of the incinerator, and the urn is also here. So, what exactly is the murderer trying to do?"

Karen pursed his lips and said to Diss:

"Old Darcy is burning old Darcy."

"Is this what you mean?"

"The murderer likes to use irony to show his artistic mood. Half of old Darcy is lying face down on the shelf, and the other half of old Darcy is standing nearby with a small hammer and gloves, ready to push him into the incinerator. .

Or, that half of old Darcy was cremated, and the other half of old Darcy was going to break his own bones and put them in an urn.

Choose an angle and look at the past tense. Things that have been divided into two can be seen as two complete people. "

"Like a wax figure," Dees said.

The wax figures in the wax museum will be designed in poses of doing something, such as farmers plowing the land and soldiers charging.

"Yes, Grandpa, your analogy is correct. I believe that feeling is exactly what the murderer wanted to present."

"But, if that's what the murderer wants to show, why is it like this now? Is it because of your phone call that made him too late?"

"I think it's because he found that he couldn't complete such delicate work with his ability. Separate the corpse and then stitch it back together. Not only is the workload heavy, but it also requires a high level of 'tailoring'.

Therefore, he had to settle for the next best thing and become what he is now. "

No wonder that when I was on the phone with the murderer, the murderer "exploded" after a few slight emotions, because at that time the murderer was in a decadent state where his creative ability could not keep up with his thinking level.

"However, Grandpa, there is one thing that I am very puzzled about. In the Crown Ballroom, the murderer used "Song of the Soul" to mock the Berry Cult. It stands to reason that religion should also be involved this time.

Criticism of authority, ridicule of religion, and the fact that everyone is intoxicated and I am sober are common factors that can generally make an artist high. "

"This is actually the one in front of me." Diss said, "In the teachings of the Church of the God of the Abyss, there are records about the God of the Abyss. According to legend, he divided himself into two halves;

half, forever in hell;

The other half turned into crystal clear powder and ascended to heaven.

Then,

The him in hell and the him in heaven have forcibly opened up a space through themselves as a medium. It belongs to heaven and is connected to hell, but it exists independently. It is called... the abyss.

His followers also like to call him the master of the abyss. "

"The Lord of the Abyss?" Karen looked at Diss, "Why have I never heard of it?"

"The birthplace of this church is very remote, and the sacrifices and teachings of this church are too extreme, so it has been banned by the governments of many countries and prohibited from preaching in their own countries.

Not to mention that in Luojia City, even in the whole of Ruilan, there is no organization of the Abyssal God Sect, at least on the surface. "

...

The police are here.

It was Sheriff Duke again who led the team.

Because when he received the report, the sixth sense of an old police detective made him feel that this seemed to be the new work of the murderer.

the entire afternoon,

The "new work of art" was banging on Sheriff Duke's head almost non-stop,

There was also the calm expression on the young man named Inmeles when he said this.

If it weren't for the many things going on right now, if it wasn't for the Inmeles family, especially the old man's connections in Luojia City, Sergeant Duke really wanted to find a reason to detain the young man and "caring for him".

Then,

When Sergeant Duke led people into the Hughes Cremation House and saw Karen who was already standing there, he immediately clenched his fists and shouted in disbelief:

"Damn it, did you guys sign a cooperation agreement with Death God? You can come so fast every time!"

"Hello, Sheriff Duke." Diess said.

"Hmm, huh?" Sergeant Duke offered to shake hands with Diss, "Hello, Father Diss."

The police go to work,

And Karen, because he had a direct conversation with the murderer, was asked to make a detailed record.

Sheriff Duke was present throughout;

"...that's all I know."

"So this time, have you changed from the Berry Cult to the Abyss God Cult?" Sergeant Duke sucked on his pipe and patted his forehead, "What I'm worried about now is whether he will continue to kill people in the future. "

Karen replied very calmly: "It must be, and it will be soon."

"soon?"

"Because of his work, it failed.

The murderer is a person who thinks highly of himself but is actually very average. This kind of person will not stop to review himself, but will eagerly want to prove himself again and again. "

In the previous statement, Karen omitted the content of his "taunt" to the murderer on the phone.

"By the way, Sheriff, has the identity of the first victim been found out?"

Sheriff Duke shook his head and said:

"There are some clues, but we are waiting for the police station in the next city to help confirm that the deceased should not be from this city.

In addition, there is another thing. You said that the murderer and the victim should have a very close relationship, so that there is a sense of substitution. "

"Yes, so I suggest that you can investigate from Darcy's social network first."

Sheriff Duke squinted his eyes, leaned forward slightly, looked at Karen, and asked:

"In this way, after the identity of the first deceased is found out, the social networks of the two people are linked together, and the murderer can be delineated by finding overlapping points?"

"In theory, it should be."

"Could the murderer be so stupid?" Sergeant Duke hesitated to answer.

Karen shrugged.

road:

"He's really stupid."

...

"Thank you, Mrs. Hughes."

Karen thanked Mrs. Hughes.

Because she drove herself and grandpa back to Minke Street.

"Sorry to bother you."

"You're welcome." Diess responded.

Mrs. Hughes took a deep breath and said, "Old Darcy is my old employee. I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen to him. Father Diss, please leave the funeral of Old Darcy to you. I will All responsible."

"good."

Mrs. Hughes forced a smile, and said: "I just have to work hard for Mary. I only have one request. I hope that on the day of the funeral, old Darcy can be complete... just look complete."

"good."

"Thank you. There is one more thing, I hope you can think about it."

"explain."

"The crematorium, I want to sell it. In fact, I was very tired. These years, thanks to the support of the old employees around me, especially the old Darcy, now he is gone. I am alone and have Can no longer operate.

I hope you can consider buying Hughes Crematorium. In terms of price, everything is open to negotiation. As long as you propose a price, I will not refuse. "

This is absolutely trusting in grandpa's character.

In addition, although old Darcy died in the cremation house, what kind of place is the cremation house... Would a place that burns people every day care if it becomes a "haunted house"?

"I'll speak to Mason."

"Okay, thank you again, and... your grandson."

Mrs. Hughes first bowed to Diss,

Then he stretched out his arms and hugged Karen.

Immediately, Karen felt a sense of fullness, as if she was falling into a ball of cream, but she didn't feel tired at all.

Just like an old farmer, lying on the barn at home, he got great spiritual satisfaction.

Mrs. Hughes got back in the car, started the car and drove away.

Karen followed Diss into the living room on the first floor of the house, where Aunt Winnie was sitting on the sofa facing the ledger.

"Father, you are back."

"Um."

"Where's uncle, hasn't uncle come back yet?" Karen asked.

At the gate earlier, he didn't see the hearse at home.

"Mason and the others came back in the evening, bringing back two 'guests' and a family member."

"Guest" refers to the corpse in the Inmeles house, and the relatives of the deceased who pay the money are called the relatives of the guests.

That is to say,

Uncle successfully took over the two orders.

One had his head cut off in half and sat on a deck, and the other died of serious injuries.

"Then where is uncle now?"

"I went shopping and took the guest's wife with me." When she said this, Aunt Winnie pointed to her head, meaning the wife of the deceased whose head was separated.

Karen remembered that Aunt Mary said in the afternoon that when the wife received the notice, she kept insisting that her husband was on a business trip in Wien at this time, so it was impossible for him to die in the ballroom on Hill Street!

It seems that the wife has accepted the fact.

No,

She not only accepted the fact, but also received severe mental stimulation.

dead husband during the day,

In the evening, I went shopping in a hearse.

Sounds crazy...but Karen understands.

However, Karen still asked curiously:

"How could Aunt Mary agree?"

Asking uncle to go shopping with a woman whose husband just died at night?

"Because Mrs. Seymour ordered the B package!"

Aunt Mary's voice came from the landing, and she herself came out of the basement, um, looking very bright.

Karen has seen the "menu" at home. Package A is for the real rich, and you may not get one order in a year. The coffin used for that package is the "golden coffin" and "light coffin" that Karen saw before. Wind coffin".

The B package is the one with the highest price among the real main business of the family.

Belongs to a normal customer, a funeral organized by spending money;

This also means that the profits will be huge.

"Package B, Karen, don't let your uncle go shopping with her, I won't mind if I lend it to her for two nights."

Karen turned her head towards Aunt Mary,

Aunt Mary looked over, only to find Grandpa sitting on the sofa, and immediately covered his mouth in fright.

Diss just shook his head slightly and said, "Old Darcy is dead."

"Who is old Darcy?" Aunt Mary was a little puzzled, and then said, "Oh, the old incinerator at Hughes Crematorium, poor old Darcy, may God accept his soul."

After finishing speaking, Aunt Mary prayed, obviously trying to make up for the absurdity in her previous words.

Diss went straight upstairs.

Karen said: "Mrs. Hughes wants to entrust us with the funeral of old Darcy."

When Aunt Mary heard this, she was not excited about receiving another order. Instead, she rolled her eyes: "I don't like doing business with acquaintances the most. Not to mention there is no profit margin at all, and sometimes I have to do it at a loss."

Karen couldn't help laughing in his heart: This is a real girlfriend.

After hesitating for a while, seeing that Grandpa didn't directly tell Aunt Mary about Mrs. Hughes' plan to sell the cremation agency, Karen didn't tell Aunt that old Darcy has become a lot of dollars now;

"Oh, by the way, Karen, when you went out with grandpa in the afternoon, a gentleman came to visit you. He left after knowing that you were not at home, but left you a letter saying that someday you If you have time, you can go to his house for coffee."

Karen took the letter, the title of the book was "Piaget", the psychologist who took his wife to Hughes Crematorium to be cremated last time.

The content of the letter is very simple, the general idea is that unfortunately I did not see him today, and at the same time invited Karen to his house as a guest, leaving his phone number and address:

45 Rhine Street.

If it is stated that Ke Street belongs to the second ring road, then Rhine Street belongs to the center of the first ring road, and the city government building is also on that street.

"Okay, Auntie, I see, I want to go up and take a shower first."

"Well, you should rest early."

But at this moment, there was the sound of a car outside, and Uncle Mason came back with Mrs. Seymour.

Mrs. Seymour was about thirty years old and was very modestly dressed.

And Uncle Mason, who was following her, carried a lot of bags and bought a lot of shoes, clothes and bags.

"Mason, why didn't you send Mrs. Seymour home?" asked Aunt Mary.

After the shopping, shouldn't I send the person back first? It's so late, why did I bring the person home?

The handling of the body and the handling of the funeral will start in a few days, not tomorrow. After all, those like Mr. Mosang's children who are anxious to get rid of their father are a minority among the minority.

In most funerals, sufficient time is reserved for posting funeral posts and for relatives and friends to prepare to attend. At the same time, the corpse also needs to be embalmed first.

Mrs. Seymour answered first: "I heard from Mason that your family still has psychological counseling services. I need this service now."

Uncle Mason, who was standing behind Mrs. Seymour, raised an eyebrow at Karen and mouthed at Aunt Mary at the same time.

Aunt Mary understood, and immediately said:

"Yes, yes, yes, we will arrange it for you right away."

...

Doing psychological counseling requires a closed and comfortable space.

But Karen didn't have her own studio, and Aunt Mary didn't dare to go up and ask Diss to vacate her office, let alone ask Mrs. Seymour to go to the basement;

at last,

Aunt Mary gave up her and Uncle Mason's bedroom so that Karen could give Mrs. Seymour counseling.

"please."

"OK."

Mrs. Seymour came in and began to observe the furnishings of the bedroom, which was a very cozy bedroom, and then sat down beside the bed.

Karen pulled the chair over and faced Mrs. Seymour who was sitting by the bed.

He knew that this wife was in a "tempered" period, not only because of her husband's death, but more because of her husband's betrayal.

"Mrs. Seymour, can you tell me about you and Mr. Seymour first?"

Karen quickly entered the working state, and for a while, he was in a trance.

It was as if he had turned back into his previous self.

That is, after this moment of trance,

When Karen focused on Mrs. Seymour again, she found that Mrs. Seymour had taken off her coat and was taking off the clothes inside.

"Mrs. Seymour, this is..."

"Boy, you are handsome."

"Thank you, but you..."

"Do it with me once, now, right now, right now."

"Mrs. Seymour, we're doing counseling."

"I know, after you and I are done, I will give you the consulting fee."

"sorry."

"I'll give you double the consultation fee!"

Mrs. Seymour, who was stripped down to her underwear, stepped forward and began to pull Karen to take off Karen's clothes.

"Now, right now, right now, just do it with me on this bed, and I will satisfy you. You can do whatever posture you like. If you have never done it before, I can also teach you."

Karen did not make a violent resistance,

Instead spread your hands,

Let Mrs. Seymour take off her coat,

at this time,

Karen asked calmly:

"Anything can be done?"

"of course."

"Then let's go to the basement. I want to be in front of Mr. Seymour."

next moment,

As if being poured with a basin of cold water, Mrs. Seymour stopped her movements.

Karen changed her tone to a gentler one,

asked:

"Is it worth it?"

Mrs. Seymour crouched down slowly, wrapped her arms around herself, and began to cry:

"Why, why, for him, I gave up my career, gave up my family, and have always been his good wife and mother at home for him. Why did he treat me like this, why did he treat me like this, why did he treat me like this? You can do this to me!"

Karen picked up Mrs. Seymour's clothes and put them on her body, then sat down on the ground, didn't speak, just watched her cry.

It's okay to cry.

Mrs. Seymour reached out, hugged Karen's arm, put her face on Karen's shoulder, and kept choking up, asking "Why, why."

And Karen knew that she didn't really need to answer.

...

"How much did you charge?" Aunt Mary asked in a low voice at the dining table outside the house.

"Two thousand rupees," replied Uncle Mason.

"Crazy, so expensive?"

"The last one gave 20,000 rupees." Uncle Mason corrected, "I've inquired about it, and this one is more expensive."

"You said, can Karen finish this job?"

Uncle Mason pondered for a moment, then replied:

"It should be... okay, anyway, since my nephew woke up from the last serious illness, he really feels like a different person."

"What does it feel like?"

"It feels like I want to call him uncle."

"Crack."

the door opened

Karen stood in the doorway, and Mrs. Seymour came out.

"thank you."

"You're welcome, this is what I should do."

Mrs. Seymour then bowed to Aunt Mary and Uncle Mason:

"My husband's funeral is up to you."

"It should be, it should be."

"You are being polite."

"I really bothered you today, I'm going back now."

"It's too late now, it's hard to get a taxi, let me see you off." Uncle Mason said.

"Then, please, I live at No. 46 Rhine Street."

"Okay, no problem, it's not very far," said Uncle Mason.

When hearing this address, Karen, who was sending off the customer with a polite smile, asked:

"Mrs. Seymour, do you know Mr. Piaget?"

The address Piaget gave himself was No. 45 Rhine Street, which should be Mrs. Seymour's neighbor if nothing else happened.

"Mr. Piaget, yes, of course, he is my neighbor and has a very good relationship with me and my husband. Mr. Piaget often goes fishing with my husband.

His wife, Linda, is also very nice and cooks well. She often invites us to her house for dinner. "

"Oh, good." Karen noticed that Mrs. Seymour was smiling when talking about Piaget's wife.

This smile is a bit strange, and it stands to reason that it should be followed by a sentence: Unfortunately, his wife passed away last week; that's right.

Next,

Mrs. Seymour went on:

"This morning, Linda also sent me an apple pie, which was really delicious. I also left half of it for my husband in the refrigerator, but unfortunately, he couldn't eat it."