"Duo...Duo...Duo..."

"Come in."

Karun pushed open the door to Dis' study and walked in.

Dis closed the folder that was spread out in front of him and looked at Karun as he sat down in front of him.

"What's up?"

"I just provided psychological counseling services for Mrs. Seymour."

"How was it?"

"It was okay. She expressed her emotions, and now it's a matter of time to gradually heal and adapt to her new life."

"I see."

"But, I learned something from Mrs. Seymour."

"Go on."

"Mrs. Seymour lives at 46 Rhine Street."

"A good location."

"The last time I met Mr. Piajie, who gave me the first psychological counseling fee of 20,000 Lubi at the Xius Crematorium, he was Mrs. Seymour's neighbor and lived at 45 Rhine Street."

"I see."

"Grandpa, I feel like this is too coincidental. Mr. Seymour died in the ballroom, and he had a good relationship with Piajie, who used to go fishing with him."

"And Old Darcy recently cremated Piajie's wife, Linda, with his own hands."

"I see. It does seem a bit coincidental."

"More importantly, I personally handed Linda's ashes to Mr. Piajie, but Mrs. Seymour said that Linda gave her a delicious apple pie this morning."

A wife who had already turned into ashes suddenly "resurrected" and was even cooking.

"Are you saying that Mr. Piajie is the culprit?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know? I saw you were getting along well with Sheriff Duke."

"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's operation to the mysteries of the gods, down to the operation of human society and the truth, goodness, and beauty of human nature."

"But after chatting all day, we can't even get a taxi home."

Criminal psychology seems to be a very high-end existence, but it is not an omnipotent panacea. Sometimes, after talking confidently, it turns out to be irrelevant. Even if the analysis is excellent and correct, it can only provide a general direction.

And it's not like pushing up the glasses with the ring finger and saying, "There is only one truth..."

In terms of investigating cases, Karun believes that Sheriff Duke is more proficient than himself. After all, never compare your hobbies with other people's livelihoods.

Perhaps Sheriff Duke can gain great inspiration here, but what Karun can provide is limited to inspiration.

In the previous life, a friend sent Karun a video of a case and asked him to analyze it. It was a husband who killed his wife and hid her body.

Karun said directly after watching it, "There's no need to analyze it."

When the old detective came to question the husband, he was probably already convinced that the husband was the murderer. The next step was the tedious process of finding the body to confirm the evidence.

And the seemingly "calm" and "steady" husband, who was disguised in the eyes of ordinary people, was not worth mentioning in front of the old detective.

"I think I understand what you mean." Dis nodded.

Karun smiled.

"So, you mean that I've been doing meaningless things all this time.""......" Karun.

Dis picked up the teacup.

Karun took the initiative to lift the hot water bottle, but Dis said, "It's full."

Karun awkwardly put down the hot water bottle.

"So, what do you want to do?" Dis asked.

"Well, Grandpa, Mr. Piajia came to our house this afternoon after we left and left me an invitation to visit his home," Karun explained.

"Do you want to go?" Dis asked.

"Yes."

"Then go."

"But I... I'm afraid," Karun admitted.

"I'll be busy for the next few days, and I won't have time to go out with you like I did this afternoon," Dis said, putting down his teacup.

"In that case, I won't go," Karun said.

"Okay," Dis agreed.

"Well, Grandpa, you should rest early. I'll go to bed too," Karun said as he stood up and walked towards the door.

"If you really want to go to the party..." Dis started to say.

Karun turned around, smiling. "Grandpa, are you willing to make time to accompany me?"

Dis shook his head. "You can take it with you."

"Who?" Karun asked.

"Meow..." Puerh jumped down from somewhere in the bookshelf and walked to Karun. The black cat's face showed clear reluctance.

Karun had already noticed that this black cat in the house was very talented in expressing emotions. Other pets could only express simple emotions by baring their teeth, but Puerh was very delicate, almost human-like.

"Are you sure, Grandpa?" Karun asked.

"Positive," Dis replied.

"Okay, I understand, Grandpa," Karun said and closed the study door behind him.

Standing at the door, Karun blinked. He believed that Dis could bring him enough sense of security, even if he excluded the strange things he had experienced before. When he was on the hearse, Dis let him peel the skin off his arm without any reaction, and even showed the impulse to kill him at the door. Even if you imagine Dis as a gangster, he is still a strong security guarantee.

But that cat...

"Maybe this is a cat with a story," Karun thought to himself as he looked down and found that Puerh had not followed him out. "Go take a bath and go to bed first."

...

"You're crazy, crazy! You actually let me go and play detective games with a child. Dis, what were you thinking?" Puerh paced back and forth, keeping a considerable distance from the desk this time.

"I'm asking you to keep an eye on him. As you said, he's a demon," Dis said.

Puerh heard this and turned his cat face to ask, "Then why not just kill him?"Dis looked towards Puerh in the corner.

"Hiss..."

Puerh's tail immediately curled up, limbs tense, and she said:

"I understand, I will accompany him and watch over this demon."

...

Morning came,

Karun slept until 10 in the morning, probably because there were too many things happening yesterday, making himself exhausted.

In addition, the quality of his sleep last night was not very good, and he had several dreams;

In his dreams:

He danced with a woman in the ballroom for a while, and then shoveled ashes by the incinerator;

He lay in the coffin on the first floor of his house listening to prayers,

And then he lay in Mrs. Xiusu's arms, almost suffocating.

After washing up,

Karun felt refreshed.

When he arrived on the second floor, Aunt Winnie saw Karun coming down and smiled, "Lunch is ready."

"Thank you, Aunt."

Lunch was noodles;

Since seeing Karun's high soup, Aunt Winnie and Aunt Mary have been enjoying it.

The soup of the noodles was very good, with chopped green onions on top.

In addition, there was a jar of spicy oil that Karun had made before, which was also placed on the table.

The only regret was that the noodles were not very chewy, but the taste was already good.

He really didn't want to see the combination of bread, fried eggs, and sausages in the morning, which was not enjoyable.

Aunt Mary was preparing the appearance of the two "guests" in the basement;

A patient died in a nearby hospital, and Uncle Mason took Paul and Ron to deal with it;

Business is like this, either quiet for many days in a row, or all orders come at once.

Of course, most people do not want the business of the Inmorales family to be booming from the perspective of emotional orientation.

After Karun finished lunch, he went to the first floor.

He sat on the sofa first and flipped through the newspaper.

There was news of an accident at the Crown Ballroom yesterday, which caused two deaths and many injuries, but there was no news of murder, and the death of Old Darcy at the Xiusu crematorium was not reported.

The front page of the newspaper was the former mayor of Roja City's campaign declaration, so it is not difficult to guess that the serial killer case was suppressed. After all, the mayoral election is in full swing.

If a vicious serial killer case were to break out, it would easily make people panic, and everyone would question the mayor's ability. After all, he has been promoting "public security" as his proudest achievement.

"Do you need coffee?" Aunt Winnie came down with a pot of coffee. This pot of coffee was prepared for Aunt Mary who was working in the basement, but Karun could also have a cup.

"No need, Aunt, I'm going out to someone else's house to drink coffee later. At home, I can save a little."

"Ha-ha..."

Aunt Winnie laughed when she heard this, saying:

"The way you just spoke is becoming more and more like your Aunt Mary."

At this time, the phone in the living room rang.

Karun stood up, took the coffee from Aunt Winnie's hand, and said, "I'll take it down to Aunt Mary."

"Okay."

Aunt Winnie went to answer the phone.

Entering the basement, Karun lightly knocked on the door of Aunt Mary's studio, which was already open.Inside the studio, "Roja Elf" was playing with a light and cheerful melody. Aunt Mary was humming along with the beat, her slightly plump figure looking even more alluring under her long dress as she stood with her back to the door.

This reminded Karun of Mrs. Simor, who had taken off her clothes in front of him last night. She was too thin.

Although it was immoral to judge an elder's figure, it was only in his mind. Even among relatives, one could tell whether someone was good-looking or not. The key was to maintain a clear mind.

Just look at it with the eyes of someone appreciating art.

Tsk... appreciate, art.

Karun suddenly realized that these words had taken on a different meaning for him recently because of the serial killer.

"Oh, my Karun, did you come to bring coffee to your beautiful aunt?"

"Yes, my beautiful and charming aunt."

It was clear that Aunt Mary was in a great mood. The B set meal was obviously more nourishing for her than Uncle Mason. Besides the family's share of the bonus for new hires, Aunt Mary had the highest basic salary and performance bonus. The better the family business did, the more she earned.

Being a mortician was not just about putting on makeup, just like the old Darcy who would be sent over after the police had dealt with the case or collected evidence. Aunt Mary would have to piece together dozens of pieces of old Darcy to make him whole again. This was a job that even the serial killer could not complete, but it was not a problem for Aunt Mary.

Karun poured a cup of coffee and handed it to Aunt Mary, who drank it sip by sip.

During work, coffee was only used to regulate emotions, and there was no time to taste it.

Karun saw that Aunt Mary had just finished painting Mr. Simor's body.

Yes, painting. It was like maintaining a car.

And Mr. Simor's abs... They were really bronze-colored.

"Is it good-looking?"

Aunt Mary held her coffee cup with one hand and touched Mr. Simor's abs with the other. She said to Karun, "You can touch it too. Mr. Simor won't mind."

"No, thank you, Aunt Mary."

He still wasn't used to touching a man's abs, especially a dead man's.

"Mr. Simor's figure is really good. You can tell he liked to exercise when he was alive."

Upon hearing this, a thought suddenly came to Karun's mind. If he could take Mr. Simor with him to visit Piajia, his safety would be guaranteed. Although Mr. Simor had been painted, it was clear that he was quite strong. If he could stand up and walk with him, he would make a good bodyguard.

But then Karun laughed to himself.

What was he dreaming about?

Mr. Simor's face was covered in many pins and threads that were holding it together.

"Mrs. Simor said she was attracted to Mr. Simor's tough-guy image when she was young, so she hopes that Mr. Simor can be buried in the most perfect image in her heart. I have to add some edges to his face."

Karun nodded. No wonder Mr. Simor's face, which had already been "renovated" halfway, looked a bit like Schwarzenegger."Aunt, I'm going up first. I'm going to visit Mr. Piajie later."

"Go ahead."

Aunt Mary put down her coffee cup and continued with her art creation.

...

Back in the living room, Karun tidied up his clothes and put 1000 Lu coins in his pocket. He planned to buy some snacks or fruits before visiting Mr. Piajie.

Puerh lay prostrate on the autopsy table, facing inward, and its tail didn't move, as if playing dead would make Karun not see it.

But Karun still walked up and picked it up.

He still believed in Dis's words, because if Dis wanted to kill him, he wouldn't need to go through so much trouble.

Holding the cat, when he walked out of the living room, Karun saw the golden retriever lying in the flower bed.

Looking at the cat in his arms and the big golden retriever, he felt that the big dog could bring him more sense of security.

After hesitating for a while, Karun walked over and took the golden retriever.

So, one person, one cat, and one dog stood outside the door, waiting for a taxi.

Soon, a taxi stopped, and the driver poked his head out and said to Karun, "Sir, there will be an extra cleaning fee for bringing pets."

"Then please go, I won't take your car."

The driver was stunned and said, "Then I won't charge you this time. Who told me that I also like pets? Please get in the car."

"Go to 45 Rhine Street, how much?"

"45 Lu coins."

"Then please go."

"Hahaha, how about 30 Lu coins? Today is my birthday."

"25 Lu coins."

"That's too low." The driver looked embarrassed.

"When we pass by a pastry shop, please stop. I'll treat you to a 10 Lu coin cake to celebrate your birthday."

"Please get in the car."

...

One o'clock in the afternoon;

Karun stood in front of 45 Rhine Street with a box of macarons.

Beside him, there was a cat and a dog.

Karun walked up and rang the doorbell.

Soon, the door inside was opened, and a woman in pink home clothes walked out. When she came to the gate, she looked at Karun, a stranger, with some doubts.

"Excuse me, are you Mrs. Adams?"

Piajie's full name is Piajie Adams.

"Yes, you can call me Linda. Who are you?"

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

"I am a friend of your husband, invited to visit."

Also, the person who held your ashes.