Dis stood behind Karun, looking at his grandson.

While everyone else was scared and collapsed on the ground,

Only the two of them remained calm.

"Did you see anything?"

Karun turned his head and glanced at Dis, shaking his head.

"Nothing at all?"

Karun shook his head again and said, "Just disappointment."

"Disappointment?"

"Yes."

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

It was inappropriate to describe the scene in front of him as "expectation" and "disappointment". In fact, when Karun put down the phone and rushed over with his grandfather, he was also worried about Mrs. Xiusu's safety.

However, the human psyche is inherently complex. You can worry, you can be anxious, you can feel sad and angry about Mr. Darcy's death, but at the same time, you can detach yourself from another perspective to evaluate and consider the "work" in front of you, which is not contradictory.

And in front of his grandfather, Karun didn't need to hide too much.

"Where's the disappointment?"

"Monotonous, cliché, and unoriginal."

"Is that so?"

Dis looked at the "Jigsaw Old Darcy" in front of him again.

"That's all." Karun shrugged, "After all, the layout of the Crown Ballroom is more like the killer's achievement. This time, it's his true level."

"Are you really here to appreciate it?" Dis asked.

"No, there should be something else interesting." Karun's eyes began to wander around, "I remember when I was talking to the killer on the phone, he was struggling with the last piece."

"So?"

"If we look at it from the perspective of solving the case, the killer should have gone to forcibly put the last piece in place after hanging up the phone."

"So, are you looking for that?"

"Yes."

"I'll help you find it."

"Thank you, Grandpa."

Karun first walked to Mrs. Xiusu and helped her up.

Mrs. Xiusu was very pale. The first time he saw her, he thought she was pale, and up close, he could see that she was really pale.

Some whiteness is superficial, static, dull, and boring.

But some whiteness has connotations, dynamics, sensibility, and can be addictive.

Uncle Mason and Aunt Mary had warned him to "be careful" of Mrs. Xiusu. As people who had been through it, they knew what Mrs. Xiusu meant.

"Old Darcy..."

Mrs. Xiusu cried.

"Madam, you should call the police now."

"Oh...okay." Mrs. Xiusu, after wiping away her tears, went to the phone.

As for the three people still lying on the ground, Karun didn't help them up, but started searching in the incinerator room on his own, while Dis also walked around to take a look.The crematorium was not very large, but it couldn't be too cramped with three cremators.

Karun first noticed the still-hot cremator and went over to take a look, but found nothing unusual.

Then, Karun came to another cremator next to it.

"Hmm?"

Karun was slightly puzzled and reached out to pull the nearby wrench, opened it, and then pulled it out with force.

On the rack lay a person facing down.

The person was wearing the uniform of the Xius crematorium.

"Ah!"

Mrs. Xius exclaimed behind Karun, startling him as well.

"There's...another one here!" Mrs. Xius was in a panic.

"No, it's still the same one." Karun bent down, picked up the pliers, and pulled the body's hand.

The hand was pulled out of the sleeve.

Then, Karun pulled the body's head from the neck of the clothes.

The head was only half there, with only the back of the head and no front.

The hand was the same, only half of it was left, without bones, and only the skin remained, looking a bit like processed "boneless spicy chicken feet."

Karun turned around and came to the table where the urns were placed. He used pliers to flip the foot in the urn.

The previous "foot" was standing sideways.

After flipping it over, it was discovered that the foot had been cut in half, with only one half remaining.

Then, Karun lifted his foot slightly and used pliers to pull the head of Old Daxi in the top urn. The head turned over, and only half of it remained, with the back of the head empty, like a horizontally cut watermelon.

Therefore, half of Old Daxi lay on the cremator rack, and the assembled Old Daxi on the table was also only half.

The killer had cut Old Daxi in half.

"There's something here too." Dis pushed a two-wheeled cart over. It was originally used to transport ashes and other miscellaneous items, but now it contained a hammer, nails, a ball of twine, ropes, and several bottles and jars.

"What's in this bottle..." Karun was curious and used pliers to pull at it, but there was no label on the bottle.

"It's super glue," Dis said.

"Glue..."

Karun took a few steps back and silently returned to the phone.

Dis walked over and stood beside Karun, asking, "There's half a body on the cremator rack and half of the urns here, so what does the killer want to do?"

Karun pursed his lips and said to Dis, "Old Daxi is burning Old Daxi."

"Is that what it means?"

"The killer likes to use ironic methods to express his artistic mood. Half of Old Daxi is lying face down on the rack, and the other half is holding a small hammer and wearing gloves, standing next to him, ready to push him into the cremator."Or maybe, half of the old Darcy was burned, and the other half of the old Darcy was preparing to crush his bones and put them in an urn.

From a certain perspective, a divided object can be seen as two complete people."

"Like wax figures," Dis said.

The wax figures in the wax museum are designed to be in certain poses, such as a farmer plowing the fields or a soldier charging.

"Yes, Grandpa, your analogy is correct. I believe that is the feeling the killer wants to present."

"But if that is what the killer wants to show, why did it end up like this now? Is it because of your phone call that caused him to run out of time?"

"I think it's more because he discovered his own abilities and couldn't complete such a fine job of separating the body, then sewing it back together. Not only is it a lot of work, but it also requires a high level of tailoring skills.

So he had to settle for this current appearance."

No wonder the killer's emotions were slightly stirred up and "exploded" when talking on the phone with himself, because at that time the killer was in a state of creative inability to keep up with his thinking level.

"However, Grandpa, there is something I am puzzled about. In the Crown Ballroom, the killer used 'Song of the Soul' to mock the Berry Church. According to reason, this time it should also involve religion.

Criticizing authority and mocking religion are commonly used factors that can make artists spiritually uplifted."

"This one right in front of us is it," Dis said. "The doctrine of the Abyssal Church has a record of the Abyssal God. According to legend, he split himself in half;

One half fell into eternal hell;

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

Then,

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

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

"The Lord of the Abyss?" Karun looked at Dis. "How come I've never heard of it?"

"The origin of this church is very remote, and coupled with the extreme nature of their rituals and doctrines, many governments have declared it banned and prohibited them from preaching in their countries.

Not to mention in Roja City, even in the entire Rui Lan, there is no organization of the Abyssal Church, at least not on the surface."

...

The police arrived.

Leading the team was Sheriff Duke.

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

Throughout the afternoon,

The "new artwork" almost constantly hammered Sheriff Duke's head,

As well as the calm expression of the young man named Inmoleis when he said those words.If it weren't for the many things going on right now, and if it weren't for the fact that the Yinmerlace family, especially the old man, had connections in Roja City, Duke the police chief really wanted to find a reason to detain that young man and "take care of him."

Then, when Duke the police chief led his men into the Xiuse crematorium and saw Karun standing there, he immediately clenched his fists in disbelief and shouted, "Damn it, did you make a deal with the Grim Reaper? You always manage to show up so quickly!"

"Hello, Duke the police chief," Dis spoke up.

"Hmm, hmm?" Duke the police chief shook hands with Dis, "Hello, Father Dis."

The police began their work, and Karun, having spoken directly with the killer, was asked to make a detailed record. Duke the police chief was present throughout.

"...That's all I know."

"So, has he switched from the Berry Church to the Abyssal Church this time?" Duke the police chief puffed on his pipe and tapped his forehead, "What I'm worried about now is whether he'll continue to kill."

"That's inevitable, and it will be soon," Karun answered calmly.

"Soon?"

"Because his work has failed. The killer is someone who thinks very highly of himself but is actually quite average. People like him won't stop to reflect on themselves; instead, they will be impatient to prove themselves over and over again."

In his previous statement, Karun had omitted the "ridicule" he had directed at the killer over the phone.

"By the way, Chief, have you identified the identity of the first victim?"

Duke the police chief shook his head and said, "There's a clue, but we're waiting for the police station in the neighboring city to help confirm it. The victim is probably not from this city. Also, there's one more thing. You said that the killer and the victim should have been very close, so they could empathize with each other."

"Yes, so I suggest you start by investigating Darcy's social network."

Duke the police chief squinted his eyes, leaned forward slightly, looked at Karun, and asked, "So, if we find out the identity of the first victim, circle their social networks together, and find common ground, we can narrow down the killer's range?"

"In theory, yes."

"Would the killer be that stupid?" Duke the police chief was somewhat incredulous.

Karun shrugged and said, "He is really stupid."

...

"Thank you, Mrs. Xiuse," Karun thanked Mrs. Xiuse.

Because she personally drove them and her grandfather back to Mingke Street.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you."

"Not at all," Dis responded.

Mrs. Xiuse took a deep breath and said, "Old Darcy was my old employee. I didn't expect him to encounter something like this. Father Dis, I'll take full responsibility for Old Darcy's funeral, so please take care of it."

"Okay."Mrs. Xius forced a smile and said, "It will be hard work for Mary. I have only one request. I hope that on the day of the funeral, Mr. Darcy can see him... looking intact is fine."

"Okay."

"Thank you. There is one more thing I hope you can consider."

"Speak."

"I want to sell Xius Crematorium. Actually, I was already very tired. Thanks to the old employees around me, especially Mr. Darcy, who supported me all these years. Now that he is gone, I cannot continue to run it alone."

"I hope you can consider purchasing Xius Crematorium. Price-wise, everything is negotiable. As long as you propose a price, I will not refuse."

This is absolute trust in Grandfather's character.

Although Mr. Darcy died in the crematorium, what kind of place is a crematorium... a place where people are burned every day would care about whether it becomes a "haunted house"?

"I will talk to Mason about it."

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

Mrs. Xius bowed to Dis first,

then she stretched out her arms and hugged Karun.

Immediately, Karun felt a sense of fulfillment, as if he was immersed in a ball of cream, but he didn't feel greasy at all.

Like an old farmer lying on top of a barn, he was spiritually satisfied.

Mrs. Xius sat back in the car, started the engine, and left.

Karun followed Dis into the living room on the first floor of the house. Aunt Winnie was sitting on the sofa looking at the accounts.

"Father, you're back."

"Um."

"Is Uncle back? Hasn't he come back yet?" Karun asked.

Earlier at the door, he didn't see the hearse.

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

"Guests" in the Yimorales family referred specifically to corpses, and the paying relatives of the deceased were called guests' family members.

In other words,

Uncle successfully acquired those two orders.

One was the one who had half of his head sliced off and was sitting in a car seat, and the other was the one who was seriously injured and eventually died.

"Where is Uncle now?"

"He went shopping with the guest's wife." Aunt Winnie pointed to her head when she said this, meaning the wife of the deceased whose head was split.

Karun remembered that Aunt Mary had said in the afternoon that when the wife of the deceased received the notification, she insisted that her husband was on a business trip in Vienna and could not have died in the dance hall on Hill Street!

It seems that the wife has accepted the fact.

No,

she not only accepted the fact, but also suffered serious mental stimulation.

Her husband died during the day,

and she went crazy shopping in a hearse at night.

It sounds a bit crazy... but Karun can understand it.

However, Karun still asked curiously:

"How could Aunt Mary agree to it?"

Let Uncle accompany a woman who has just lost her husband to go shopping at night?

"Because Mrs. Seymour ordered Package B!"Aunt Mary's voice came from the stairwell, and she herself walked out of the basement, looking radiant.

Karun had looked at the "menu" at home, and Set A was prepared for real billionaires. It might not even be ordered once a year, and the coffins used in that set were the "Golden Coffin" and "Light Wind Coffin" that Karun had seen before.

Set B was the highest-priced batch in the family's main business for normal customers who spent a lot of money on funerals. This also meant that the profit would be huge.

"Karun, I wouldn't mind lending it to her for two nights, let alone asking your uncle to go shopping with her," Aunt Mary said.

Karun made a turning motion towards Aunt Mary, and she only noticed Grandpa sitting on the sofa when she looked over, and immediately covered her mouth in shock.

Dis just shook his head slightly and said, "Old Darcy died."

"Who's Old Darcy?" Aunt Mary was a little confused, then said, "Oh, the old cremator from the Sykes Crematorium. Poor Old Darcy, may God accept his soul."

After speaking, Aunt Mary made a praying gesture, apparently trying to make up for her previous absurd words.

Dis went upstairs directly.

"Mrs. Sykes wants us to handle Old Darcy's funeral," Karun said.

Aunt Mary didn't get excited about receiving another order, but instead rolled her eyes and said, "I hate doing business with acquaintances. Not only is there no profit margin, but sometimes we have to lose money to do it."

Karun couldn't help but think to himself: this is a true friend.

After hesitating for a moment and seeing that Grandpa hadn't directly told Aunt Mary about Mrs. Sykes selling the crematorium, Karun didn't tell Aunt Mary that Old Darcy was now in many pieces.

"Oh, by the way, Karun, a gentleman visited you today when you were out with Grandpa. He left a letter for you when he found out you weren't home, inviting you to his house for coffee when you have time," Aunt Mary said.

Karun took the letter, which was titled "Piaget," the psychologist who had cremated his wife with him at the Sykes Crematorium last time.

The content of the letter was very simple, basically saying that he regretted not seeing Karun today and invited him to his house, leaving his phone number and address: No. 45 Rhine Street.

If Kreuz Street belonged to the second ring road, then Rhine Street was in the city center of the first ring road, where the city government building was located.

"Okay, Aunt Mary, I know. I want to go take a shower first," Karun said.

"Okay, get some rest early."

But at that moment, the sound of a car could be heard outside. It was Uncle Mason bringing Mrs. Seymour back.

Mrs. Seymour was probably in her thirties and dressed very plainly.

Uncle Mason, who was carrying a lot of bags, had bought a lot of shoes, clothes, and bags.

"Mason, why didn't you take Mrs. Seymour home?" Aunt Mary asked.After shopping, shouldn't we send her back first? It's so late, why bring her home?

Handling the body and funeral arrangements will not begin until a few days later, not tomorrow. After all, people like Mr. Mosang's children who are anxious to handle their father's body are a rare few.

Most funerals will reserve enough time for sending out invitations and preparing for relatives and friends to attend, and at the same time, the body needs to be properly embalmed.

Mrs. Westmore answered first, "I heard from Mason that your family provides psychological counseling services, and I need this service now."

Mason, who was standing behind Mrs. Westmore, raised his eyebrows at Karun and made a gesture to Aunt Mary.

Aunt Mary understood and immediately said, "Yes, yes, we have it. We will arrange it for you right away."

...

A closed and comfortable space is needed for psychological counseling.

However, Karun doesn't have his own studio, and Aunt Mary doesn't dare to ask Dis to vacate his office now, let alone let Mrs. Westmore go to the basement.

Finally, Aunt Mary gave up her and Mason's bedroom and let Karun give psychological counseling to Mrs. Westmore.

"Please."

"Okay."

Mrs. Westmore walked in and began to observe the furnishings of the bedroom. It was a very warm bedroom, and she sat down on the bed.

Karun pulled a chair over and faced Mrs. Westmore sitting on the bed.

He knew that Mrs. Westmore was now in the "irritable" period, not only because of her husband's death, but also because of his betrayal.

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

Karun quickly entered work mode and was a little dazed for a moment.

It seemed that he had turned back into his previous life.

But after this moment of daze, when Karun looked at Mrs. Westmore again, he found that she had taken off her coat and was now taking off her clothes.

"Mrs. Westmore, what are you doing..."

"Young man, you are very handsome."

"Thank you, but you..."

"Let's do it once, right now, immediately."

"Mrs. Westmore, we are providing psychological counseling services."

"I know, I will give you double the consultation fee after we finish."

Mrs. Westmore, who was now only in her underwear, walked up and began to pull Karun's clothes off.

"Right now, immediately, on this bed, with me. I will satisfy you. You can choose any position you like. If you have never done it before, I can teach you."

Karun didn't resist violently, but instead opened his arms and let Mrs. Westmore take off his coat.

At this moment, Karun calmly asked, "Any position is fine?""Of course, yes."

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

The next moment, as if being poured with a bucket of cold water, Mrs. Seymour's movements stopped.

It can be hard to make great work when its stolen from "pawread dot com".

Karun changed to a gentler tone and asked, "Is it worth it?"

Mrs. Seymour slowly squatted down, hugged herself, and began to cry, "Why, why? For him, I gave up my career, my family, and have been a good wife and mother to him at home. Why does he treat me like this? How can he do this to me?"

Karun picked up Mrs. Seymour's clothes and draped them over her, then sat down on the ground without speaking, just watching her cry.

Crying it out would make her feel better.

Mrs. Seymour reached out and hugged Karun's arm, pressing her face against his shoulder, and kept sobbing and asking, "Why, why?"

And Karun knew that she didn't really need an answer.

...

"How much did you offer?" Aunt Mary asked softly at the table outside.

"Two thousand lucoin," Uncle Mason replied.

"Are you crazy? That's so expensive!"

"The previous person offered twenty thousand lucoin. I checked, this is expensive."

"Do you think Karun can do this job?"

Uncle Mason pondered for a moment and replied, "I think... he can. Since he woke up from his illness last time, he really feels like a different person."

"What kind of feeling?"

"A feeling that I want to call him uncle."

"Click."

The door opened, and Karun stood at the door, Mrs. Seymour walked out.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, it's what I should do."

Mrs. Seymour then bowed to Aunt Mary and Uncle Mason, "I entrust my husband's future to you."

"It's our pleasure, it's our pleasure."

"You're too kind."

"It really bothered you today, I'll go back now."

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

"Then, thank you, I live at 46 Rhine Street."

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

When Karun heard the address, he asked politely while smiling at the customer, "Mrs. Seymour, do you know Mr. Piajie?"

Mr. Piajie left his address at 45 Rhine Street, and it should be Mrs. Seymour's neighbor if nothing unexpected happened.

"Mr. Piajie? Of course I know him, he's my neighbor, and he and my husband are good friends. Mr. Piajie often goes fishing with my husband. His wife Linda is also very nice, and she's a great cook. She often invites us to her house for dinner.""Okay." Karun noticed that there was a strange smile on Mrs. Seymour's lips when she mentioned Piajie's wife.

It was strange because logically, she should have added a sentence like "Unfortunately, his wife passed away last week." But she didn't.

Then, Mrs. Seymour continued, "This morning, Linda brought me an apple pie. It was delicious. I left half a piece in the fridge for my husband, but unfortunately, he won't be able to taste it."