13 Mingke Street

Chapter 17 Visiting in Person

"Duo...duo...duo...""Come in."Karen pushed open the door to Dias's study and walked in.Dias closed the folder that was spread out in front of him and watched Karen walk up to him and sit down."What's the matter?""I just provided psychological counseling services for Mrs. Seymour."

"How is the effect?""It's okay, she has expressed her emotions. Next, it's about using time to gradually heal the pain and adapt to the new life.""Okay.""However, I learned something from Mrs. Seymour.""Tell me.""Mrs. Seymour lives at 46 Rhine Street.""Good location.""The last time I met at the Shius Crematorium and gave me the first psychological counseling fee of 20,000 Lubi, Mr. Piajie, is the neighbor of the Seymour family and lives at 45.""Okay.""Grandpa, I feel like this is too coincidental. Mr. Seymour died in the ballroom, and it is said that he had a good relationship with Mr. Piajie before his death, and the two often went fishing together."

"And Lao Daxi recently personally cremated the remains of Piajie's wife Linda.""Well, that's quite a coincidence.""More importantly, I personally handed Piajie's wife Linda's ashes to Mr. Piajie, but Mrs. Simoer said that this morning Linda gave her a delicious apple pie."The wife who had already turned into ashes suddenly "came back to life" and was even cooking."Are you saying that Mr. Piajie is the murderer?""I don't know.""You don't know? I saw you and Chief Duke chatting very well.""Grandpa, it's like some religious classics. We can sit face to face and talk about theories all day long, from the truth of the universe and the mysteries of the gods, to the operation of human society and the true goodness and beauty of human nature.But after chatting, we can't even find a taxi to go home."Criminal psychology may seem like a lofty existence, but it is not an all-powerful cure. Sometimes, after talking, we realize that we are not on the same page. Even if our analysis is excellent and correct, we can only give a general direction.

But rather, the ring finger pushed the frame of the glasses: there is only one truth, and that is...In terms of investigating cases, Karen believes that Sheriff Duke is more knowledgeable than herself, after all, one should never compare their own interests with someone else's livelihood.Perhaps Sheriff Duke can gain great inspiration here, but what Karen can provide is only limited to inspiration.In a past life, a friend once showed Karen a video of a case, hoping she could analyze it. It was a case of a husband killing his wife and hiding the body.After watching it, Karen said directly, there's no need to analyze it at all.When the old detective went to question the husband, he probably already had a strong belief that the husband was the killer, and the next step was the tedious process of finding the body to confirm the evidence.And the seemingly "calm" and "composed" killer husband, all of his disguises were not worth mentioning in front of the old detective."I think I understand what you mean." Dis nodded.Karen smiled."What you mean is that I have been doing meaningless things all this time."

"......" Karen.Dis picked up his teacup,Karen took the initiative to go and pick up the hot water bottle,Dis said:"It's full."Karen awkwardly put down the hot water bottle."So, what did you come here for?""Well, Grandfather, this afternoon Mr. Piajie came to our house after we left and left me an invitation, inviting me to his house as a guest.""Do you want to go?""Yes."

"Then let's go.""But I...I'm afraid."Karen sat there, speaking confidently."I'll be busy for the next few days, there are some things I need to take care of." Dis put down his teacup. "I won't have time to accompany you out like this afternoon.""Then I...won't go.""Okay." Dis nodded."Grandfather, you should rest early. I'll go to sleep too.""Alright."Karen stood up and when she walked to the door of the study, she heard Dis's voice from behind:"If you really want to go visit someone..."

Karen turned around with a smile on her face, "Grandpa, would you like to make time to accompany me?"Dis shook his head and said, "You can let it accompany you.""Who?" Karen asked."Meow..."Puer jumped down from the bookshelf from an unknown corner and walked to Karen. The black cat's face clearly showed its reluctance.Karen had noticed that this black cat in the house was very talented in expressing emotions. Other pets could only show simple emotions by baring their teeth, but Puer was very sensitive, or you could say human-like."Grandpa, are you sure?" Karen asked."Sure," Dis replied.Karen, who received a positive answer, said seriously, "Then let's go."

"I understand, Grandpa."After saying that, Karen walked out of the study and closed the door for his grandfather.Standing at the doorway,Karen blinked,He believed that Dis could bring him enough sense of security;Even if he excluded all the strange things he had experienced before,Just on the hearse, Dis didn't even frown when he asked him to peel his arm, and at the door, he clearly expressed the impulse to kill him;Even if you imagine Dis as a gangster, he is still a strong security guarantee.Cruel to oneself,Dare to kill,

Even if I am older... well, age is not a problem, Karen believes that if it's about physical fitness, she would never be a match for Dis;So, Grandpa's existence has already surpassed that of the gangsters outside.But,That cat..."Perhaps, this is a cat with a story."Karen looked down and noticed that Puer was not following her out;"Go take a bath, go to bed first."..."You're crazy, crazy! You actually made me, a noble cat, go play detective games with a child. Dis, what were you thinking, what were you thinking!"Puer, who was pacing, did not appear on the desk this time, but was sticking to the wall, maintaining a considerable distance.

"I am asking you to keep an eye on him, as you said, he is a strange demon."Upon hearing this, Puer's cat face turned to the side and he asked, "Then why not just kill him?" Dis looked towards Puer in the corner of the wall. "Hiss..." Puer's tail immediately curled up and his limbs tensed as he said, "I understand, I will accompany him and make sure this strange demon is watched over."

It's dawn,After this sleep, Karen slept until ten o'clock in the morning. It should be because there were too many things yesterday that made her too tired.In addition, the quality of sleep last night was not very good, and she had several dreams;In the dream:He was dancing with a dancer in the ballroom, and then shoveling ashes next to the incinerator;Sometimes lying in the coffin on the first floor of the funeral home, listening to the sound of prayer,Sometimes lying in Mrs. Sufu's arms, almost suffocating.After washing up,Karen finally felt refreshed.When she came to the second floor, Aunt Winnie saw Karen coming down and smiled, "Lunch is ready."

"Thank you auntie.Lunch is noodles;Ever since seeing Karen's hanging soup, Aunt Winnie and Aunt Mary have been obsessed with it.The soup for the noodles is very good, with scallions sprinkled on top.In addition, there is a jar of Karen's previously made spicy oil, which is now placed on the table.The only regret is that the noodles are not as chewy, but the taste is already good enough.He really didn't want to see the combination of bread, fried eggs and sausages in the morning, it was not enjoyable.Aunt Mary is tidying up the appearance of the two "guests" in the basement;A patient passed away at a nearby hospital, and Uncle Mason took Paul and Ron to go;That's how business is, either quiet for many days in a row, or suddenly all the orders come in."

Of course, most people do not want the Inmerleis family's business to thrive from an emotional standpoint.Karen had lunch and came to the first floor.He sat down on the sofa and flipped through the newspaper.The newspaper reported on the accident at the Crown Ballroom yesterday, which resulted in two deaths and many injuries, but there was no news of a murder case, and the death of Old Darcy at the Shius Crematorium was not reported.The front page of the newspaper was occupied by the campaign declaration of the former mayor of Luo Jia City, so it is not difficult to guess that this serial murder case has been suppressed. After all, the mayoral election is in full swing.If a vicious serial murder case were to be exposed, it would easily cause panic and people would question the mayor's ability. After all, he has always promoted "public security" as his greatest achievement."Do you need coffee?" Aunt Winnie came down with a pot of coffee, which was prepared for Aunt Mary who was working in the basement, but Karen could also have a cup."No, Auntie, I'm going out later to have coffee at someone else's house. At home, I try to save as much as I can.""Ha ha..."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's hand: "I'll go down and give it to Auntie." "Okay." Aunt Winnie went to answer the phone. Walking into the basement and arriving at the door of Aunt Mary's studio, Karen lightly knocked on the already open door. The studio was playing "Rojia Elf", the melody was light and cheerful, and Aunt Mary was humming along with the beat. She was standing with her back to the door, her plump figure even more alluring under the cover of her long skirt. This reminded Karen of Mrs. Seymour who took off her clothes in front of her last night, she was too thin. Although it is unethical to judge the figure of an elder, it is still possible to see whether it is good-looking or not, even among relatives. The key is to maintain a clear mind. Just look at it with the eyes of appreciating art.

Sigh... Appreciation, works of art.Karen suddenly realized that these words had taken on a different meaning for him recently because of the serial killer."Oh, my Karen, have you come to bring coffee to your beautiful aunt?""Yes, my beautiful and charming aunt."It was clear that Aunt Mary was in a very good mood, and the B set meal was obviously more nourishing for her than Uncle Mason.Because, in addition to the family members' bonuses, Aunt Mary had the highest basic salary and performance bonuses. The better the family business, the more income she would receive.Being a mortician is not just about putting on makeup casually,Just like the old Darcy who will be sent over after a while when the police have finished handling the case or collecting evidence,Aunt Mary will have to piece together dozens of pieces of old Darcy to make him whole again.This is a task that even the serial killer could not complete, but for Aunt Mary, it was not a problem at all.

Karen poured a cup of coffee and handed it to her aunt, who drank it slowly. During work, coffee was just used to regulate emotions, there was no time to savor it. Karen saw that her aunt was previously helping to spray paint Mr. Seymour's body. Yes, spray paint, like maintaining a car. And Mr. Seymour's abs...they were really bronze. "Do you think it looks good?" Aunt Mary held the coffee cup in one hand and touched Mr. Seymour's abs with the other, saying to Karen, "You can touch it, Mr. Seymour won't mind." "No need, Aunt." He still wasn't used to touching a man's abs, especially a dead man's.

"Mr. Simoer's figure is indeed quite good, it can be seen that he was someone who liked to exercise during his lifetime. Upon hearing this, Karen suddenly had a thought; if she could bring Mr. Simoer to visit Piajie, then the safety would be guaranteed. Although Mr. Simoer had been spray-painted, it was clear that he was quite strong. If he could stand up and follow her, he would make a good bodyguard. But then Karen laughed to herself, what was she dreaming about? Mr. Simoer's face was covered in many pins and threads were holding it together. "Mrs. Simoer said that she was attracted to Mr. Simoer's tough image when she was young, so she hopes that he can be buried in her mind's perfect image. I have to give his face some more definition." Karen nodded, no wonder when she first saw Mr. Simoer's half-renovated face, he reminded her of Schwarzenegger. "Aunt, I'll go up first, I'm going to visit Mr. Piajie later."

"Go on, go on."Aunt Mary put down her coffee cup and continued her art creation....Back in the living room, Karen tidied up his clothes and put a thousand lira in his pocket. He planned to buy some snacks or fruits before visiting Mr. Piajie.Puer lay prostrate on the autopsy table, facing inward, with its tail motionless, as if "playing dead" could make Karen not see it.But Karen still walked up and picked it up.He still believed in what Dias said, because if Dias wanted to kill him, he wouldn't have to go through all these twists and turns.Holding the cat, when Karen walked out of the living room, he saw the golden retriever lying in the flower bed.Looking at the cat in his arms,and then at the big golden retriever,

How can I feel more secure with this big dog? After hesitating for a moment, Karen walked over and took the golden retriever. Just like that, one person, one cat, and one dog stood outside the door, waiting for a taxi. Soon, a taxi stopped and the driver stuck his head out and said to Karen, "Sir, there will be an extra cleaning fee for bringing pets." "Then please go, I won't take your car." The driver was stunned for a moment and said, "Then I won't charge this time, since I also love pets. Please get in the car."

"Go to 45 Rhine Street, how much is it?""45 rupees.""Then please go ahead.""Hahaha, how about 30 rupees, it's my birthday today.""25 rupees.""That's too low." The driver looked hesitant."Stop by a bakery on the way, I'll treat you to a 10 rupee cake to celebrate your birthday.""Get in the car."..."45 rupees.""Then please go ahead.""Hahaha, how about 30 rupees, it's my birthday today.""25 rupees.""That's too low." The driver looked hesitant."Stop by a bakery on the way, I'll treat you to a 10 rupee cake to celebrate your birthday.""Get in the car."...1:00 PM;

Karen stood at the entrance of 45 Rhine Street, holding a box of macarons. Beside her sat a cat and a dog. She walked up and rang the doorbell. After a short while, the door of the house opened and a woman in a pink house dress came out. When she reached the gate, she looked at Karen, a stranger, with some confusion. "Excuse me, are you Mrs. Adams?" Piajia's full name is Piajia Adams. "Yes, you can call me Linda. May I ask who you are?" "I am a friend of your husband, invited to visit." At the same time,

The person who has personally held your ashes in their arms.