In Karun's heart, there was a sudden "thump."

Then, there was a brief silence.

Strangely, the other person did not hang up the phone.

"You disturbed my artistic creation..."

This sentence repeated rapidly in Karun's mind, including the tone and intonation.

Karun did not think he dialed the wrong number, nor did he think someone was joking, and it was impossible that the other person was an artist doing traditional art in a crematorium.

Sometimes intuition is really important because it can help you skip a lot of details and get straight to the heart of the problem.

Although reason told him that this was too bizarre and absurd, Karun still, after a brief silence, used his right hand finger to pinch his throat and said, "Do you need some valuable artistic advice?"

"Huh?"

The other party sounded puzzled, seemingly not expecting such a response from the person on the other end of the phone. Then, he laughed.

Karun heard the laughter on the other end of the phone, a male laughter that was somewhat gloomy and sharp. Karun continued, "Or maybe you don't have confidence in your own art."

"You are interesting. It's a pity that if you had called a little earlier, I would have been willing to listen to your opinion, but unfortunately, not this time."

"Why?"

When asking this question, Karun closed his eyes. It was an answer that he didn't need to ask to know.

And the other end of the phone gave an answer that was in line with what Karun was thinking: "Because my creation is already complete, and only a few finishing touches are left. It's bothering me, can you understand this kind of distress?"

"When I was a child learning to draw, the teacher would point out that a corner of my picture was too empty and needed to be filled with something, even if the added thing had no direct relationship with the whole picture, just for the sake of adding it. But this is what makes people the most entangled."

"Yes, that's the kind of distress I am experiencing now."

"This is actually a sign of insufficient skill," Karun said, "so I didn't become a painter when I grew up. What kind of painter or artist can't even do the composition before painting and needs to fill in the gaps later?"

After Karun finished speaking, the breathing on the other end of the phone suddenly became rapid.

A psychiatrist knows how to soothe a person's emotions and avoid stimulating their patients. Conversely, they also know where to find pain points.

Karun continued, "Do you think you are an artist? No, you are just an arrogant and narcissistic fool. Please don't insult the word 'art.'"

The sound of teeth grinding came from the other end of the phone, obviously, Karun's words had hurt him.

Karun, holding the phone, felt helpless because he couldn't do anything now, not even call the police, because he had to hang up the phone first to make the call.At the same time, he couldn't go to the basement to find Aunt Mary, nor could he go upstairs to find Grandpa, because the phone line wasn't long enough.

If he shouted for help... the person on the other end of the phone would definitely hear him.

The voice on the other end of the phone said, "I'm disappointed in you. At first, when we first spoke, I even thought that you might be the one God had chosen for me with the same aesthetic sense, but unfortunately, you are not. Perhaps it's because you're too young. Your understanding of art is too superficial because art has no levels."

Karun calmly responded, "But art does have levels."

"Click!"

The other end of the line hung up with great force.

Karun also put down the phone, frowning in confusion and wondering, "What's wrong with him?"

Karun loosened his right hand fingers and lightly touched his throat because it had been pinched for a long time and was a little painful. At the same time, he coughed a few times and said, "He knows I'm young?"

The last sentence returned to Karun's original tone from the previous hoarseness.

...

"Duo...duo..."

"Come in."

The door of the study was opened, and Dis sitting behind the desk raised his head and looked at Karun standing at the door.

"Grandpa."

"What's the matter?"

"Something seems to have happened at the Zeus Crematorium."

"How do you know?"

"Because I just called over, and the person who answered seemed to be the murderer from the Crown Dance Hall."

Grandpa put down his pen and asked, "Did you call the police?"

Karun shook his head.

"Call the police," Grandpa suggested.

In fact, Karun didn't want to call the police because the other party had already made it clear over the phone that his work was done. That is to say, if there were any victims, they were already dead. Would calling the police be pointless? Unless the murderer happened to break his leg while leaving the crime scene and the police car happened to be passing by.

"Are you worried that this might be a joke?" Grandpa asked, "Don't worry, even if it's a false alarm, you'll only be fined a bit."

Karun shook his head again.

"So, what do you want to do?"

"I want to go to the Zeus Crematorium now and take a look."

To see his new work.

Dis picked up his teacup, took a sip, and nodded slightly, "You can go, I agree."

Karun still stood at the door, motionless.

"Hmm?" Dis put down his teacup, "What's wrong?"

Karun licked his lips and said frankly, "I'm afraid to go alone."

"Hehehe." Dis suddenly laughed, "When you were a child, you said the same thing to me when you were afraid to go to the bathroom at night."

Suddenly, Dis fell silent, and a hint of annoyance appeared on his face.

...

"What's wrong, my little Karun?"

"Grandpa, it's dark, I need to go to the bathroom, but I'm too scared to go alone."

"Then Grandpa will stand here in the corridor and wait for you. Would you like to go inside with me?"

"Grandpa, can you come with me, can you come with me?"The taxi drove all the way from Mingke Street to the outskirts' Xius Crematorium, which was quite far from Karun's home, taking more than twice the time it took for him to get a ride from the Crown Dance Hall.

When they arrived at the entrance of Xius Crematorium, the taxi driver turned around and smiled at Dis, who was sitting in the back seat, saying, "That'll be 45 lu coins."

Dis handed over a 50-lu note, and the driver gave him back 5 lu coins. Then, the grandfather and grandson got out of the car.

Watching the taxi drive away, Karun muttered to himself, "F***."

The crematorium gate was closed, and there was an old motorcycle parked in front of it. On the motorcycle seat was a bundled up blanket, and a man and a woman were standing next to it, looking anxious.

The blanket probably contained a body that had been sent for cremation.

However, the crematorium was closed, with a sign hanging on the gate that read "Out of Business."

"Excuse me, are you from the crematorium?" the woman asked.

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Karun shook his head and replied, "No."

Upon hearing this, the man kicked a stone in front of the gate and cursed, "We made an appointment yesterday, why is it closed today? Shameful!"

"Should we try another one?" the woman suggested.

"It's too late. It's almost dark now, and the other crematoriums must have closed too," the man said angrily.

"Is this place closed today?" Karun asked.

"We've been waiting here since one o'clock," the man said indignantly.

Karun noticed the white hair peeking out from the corner of the blanket on the motorcycle. It was probably an elderly person who had passed away at home.

Those who could handle funeral affairs at the Inmoleis family were not ordinary people, mostly middle class. Even the children of Mr. Mosang, who had been criticized by Aunt Mary many times and had cut many services, would still spend several thousand lu coins in the end.

Several thousand lu coins were not a small amount of money for lower-class families.

And the beneficiaries of the welfare list had to be people without relatives or friends. Even if your family was poor and couldn't afford the funeral expenses, if you still had relatives by your side, you could not enjoy the "welfare list" like Jeff did, because you were not pitiful enough.

Therefore, when the truly lower-class people in Roja City passed away, their families would directly send them to the crematorium for cremation.

Uncle Mason had said that the Inmoleis family considered "poor" customers to be high-quality customers in the eyes of the crematorium.

At this moment, an old "Kaimen" red sedan pulled up at the entrance and stopped.

To Karun's surprise, the person who got out of the car was Mrs. Xius, who was wearing a blue dress and a coffee-colored down jacket.

When Mrs. Xius, who was still "alive," saw Karun, a smile appeared on her face, but when she saw Dis standing next to him, she immediately regained her composure.

"Why is the gate closed?" Mrs. Xius walked up, took out a spare key from her bag, and unlocked the gate.

"Why did you come so late?" the man next to her couldn't help but ask.Mrs. Xius looked at him, then glanced at the motorcycle, and replied:

"I don't know. Although there were only two reservations for today, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, well, the afternoon one should be for you guys, so I gave myself and another employee a day off, leaving only an old employee on duty.

If it weren't for the boss of the cement factory driving by and seeing a customer waiting at my door and calling me, I wouldn't have come.

Hey, it's strange. Did Old Darcy skip work today?"

"I don't know what's going on with your crematorium, but my mother and I have been waiting here today..."

"You can complain to the government or just go to the police station to file a case. I've explained it to you once. The right to complain is yours, but please keep your distance from me now. This is where we burn corpses. Believe it or not, I'll throw you into the furnace and burn you together!"

Faced with Mrs. Xius's sudden dominance, the man was frightened and dared not speak again.

A woman who has been running a crematorium alone for so many years must have a tough side, otherwise she really can't support it until now.

"Oh, Mr. Dis, what about you today..."

"My grandson wants to come and see you," Dis replied.

Mrs. Xius blinked. She really wanted to say some dirty words to tease the handsome young man from the Inmores family, but she couldn't do it. Dis's aura was really too strong, which was why Mary always revealed her awe of her father-in-law at her girlfriend gatherings.

After the door was opened, Mrs. Xius walked in, the man also picked up the wrapped bed sheet, and his wife helped on the side, and the two followed Mrs. Xius in.

"Do you need to go in?" Dis asked.

"Yes," Karun replied, "if the artwork is not Mrs. Xius, then it should be someone else."

Karun still relied on his own judgment, and the tightly closed door of the crematorium was one of the evidences that something was unusual.

Three groups of people,

Mrs. Xius shouted the name "Old Darcy" as she walked inside,

the couple holding the old man's body followed behind,

and then Karun and Dis.

Finally,

everyone came to the glass wall in front of the crematorium.

The door of the crematorium was open, and there was no one inside.

"Please cremate my mother first," the man said.

"I have to find my worker!" Mrs. Xius scolded. She was very angry because she found that the furnace was hot, which meant a huge waste. "Old Darcy, Old Darcy!"

Karun noticed the platform in front, or rather, the urn on it.

Last time he came, the urn was neatly placed next to the price tag, but now, the urns were stacked like building blocks, not in a triangular shape, but in a rectangular shape.

In addition, these urns were all placed on their sides, that is, the lids of the urns were facing out instead of upwards.

Karun walked forward,

his gaze fell on the edge of the bottom left, reached out, grabbed the lid of the urn, and opened it.

"Ah ah ah!!!!"

The woman screamed.

"Ah!"The man dropped the blanket in his hand, and his mother rolled out of the blanket.

"Oh my God!" Mrs. Xius covered her mouth.

Dis silently approached.

In the bone ash box that Karun had just opened, there was a foot, a bloody foot.

Moreover, there was a price tag between the toes, which was priced at 1500 Lu coins.

Karun opened another bone ash box, and a knee was revealed.

This feeling was like opening a blind box, but with less unknowns.

Karun reached out and grabbed the lid of the top bone ash box and opened it.

In the top bone ash box was a head, Daxi's head, with a price tag of 10,000 Lu coins in his mouth.

Daxi was separated, and each part was put into a bone ash box. Then, like building blocks, Daxi was "reassembled."

At this moment, Karun's gaze fell on the desk diagonally in front of him, where there was a telephone.

He walked to the phone, picked up the handset, and faced the bone ash box stand, only to find himself in the best viewing position in front of the "reassembled" Daxi!

Here was the best viewing position.

In Karun's line of sight, a black figure seemed to appear.

He had originally placed his hands in front of him, admiring the blocks he had just built.

At this time, the phone next to him rang.

He frowned slightly and didn't answer.

Soon, the phone rang for the second time, and this time, he picked up the handset: "You interrupted my artistic creation..."