The car started and had only traveled a few hundred meters when Karun heard some noise from behind. Then, an arm wrapped around his neck, followed by the sound of breath with alcohol in his ear.

"Madam, I am driving."

The next moment, Karun felt his earlobe being sucked into something slippery and warm, which was slightly intoxicating.

"Madam, I am driving."

Karun had to remind her again while slowing down the car.

"I am so stupid~"

Madam Xius whispered in Karun's ear.

"Madam, you are not stupid."

"I am an ugly, unfortunate, and very stupid woman."

"Madam, don't say that about yourself."

"Didn't you say I was stupid?" Madam Xius asked, "over the phone."

"When did I say that?"

Karun suddenly felt shocked.

"Also, in the living room this afternoon, were you and that policeman discussing me? I could tell from your expression and tone that you despise me."

"Madam Xius, don't make such jokes." Karun said while silently checking behind him through the rearview mirror.

"You showed contempt for my artistic ability, no, you showed contempt for me as a whole, Karun. I'm really sad, so sad that you see me this way. You know, when I first saw you, I wanted you in my bed. I would give you true happiness and make you a...real man."

Karun slowly reached down to grab the steering wheel with his left hand, preparing to step on the accelerator with his right foot.

An emergency stop should make her lose her balance, and he could take the opportunity to get out of the car.

But...damn it!

Why am I so used to fastening my seatbelt when Roja's police won't even check if you're wearing one and won't deduct points for it!

"Woo woo woo..."

Madam Xius started crying.

"Karun, you really broke my heart. You're not even wearing the watch I gave you."

"Believe me, Madam Xius, from tomorrow on, that watch will always be with me, never leaving my side."

"A man's mouth cannot be trusted." Madam Xius slowly raised her other hand from behind. "But I have another way to make you fulfill your words just now."

Karun kept an eye on her movements through the rearview mirror.

Step on the accelerator, then brake hard, and at the same time, untie the seatbelt with his right hand, open the car door with his left hand, use the inertia to break free from her arm's restraint, and then fall or roll out of the car.

She should be holding a knife, at most, she could cut him a few times, bleed a little, and it wouldn't be a big problem.

Karun quickly planned everything in his mind until he saw the gun in Madam Xius's other hand raised.

Damn it, it's a gun!

The next moment, the chilling gun muzzle was pressed against his temple.

Karun knew that no matter how fast he acted, the bullet would be faster.

Karun had to temporarily abandon his previous plan. He might not die from being cut a few times with a knife, but a bullet...

"Madam, I think you should use a knife as an artist; using a gun has no soul.""My strength is not great, I can't use a knife, so I can only hold a gun. Kole and Old Darcy are the only ones who are honest in front of me."

"I am different from them. I have seen Kole. He has a big build, and although Old Darcy is old, he has always been a cremator and his body is also good."

"I am different. I believe that if you use a knife, Madam, no, even if we fight barehanded now, I probably won't be your opponent."

"Hehehe, you are really interesting. You see, you still treat me as a fool."

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"No, Madam, it's not you who is foolish, it's me."

This is Karun's sincere words now.

Not long ago, he did criminal psychological analysis in front of the sheriff and made fun of the culprit for being stupid; then he drove the culprit and set off.

But sometimes, when the other party is really stupid enough and can break your prediction, it will turn from one extreme to another.

At this time, Sheriff Duke, who had just received the news, was also shocked.

One was her lover, and the other was her old employee. The former had just been supported by her, and the latter died in her crematorium.

It can be said that as long as the identity information of the two deceased is simply placed in front of them, the direction is directly clear.

But it was precisely because Kole was from another city and it took some time to investigate his identity and his relationship network in this city, which gave Mrs. Xius the space to continue to move freely.

This culprit is almost impossible to describe as stupid, he is almost a brainless lunatic, who doesn't know how to hide himself when killing.

"Madam, can I discuss something with you? I will drive you home now, you have a good sleep, and we will treat what just happened as if it never happened. The weather will be good tomorrow, with bright sunshine and fresh air. Please rest assured, I am very good at keeping secrets."

"You better not speak casually now, Karun, because every word you say that enters my ears, what I hear is constantly repeating: I am stupid, I am stupid, I am stupid!"

"Okay."

"I need a place now, a quiet and undisturbed place. I hope to spend the night with you."

"It is my honor, Madam. Where do you want to go?"

"I can't wait any longer, especially after drinking so much tonight. I feel excited."

"Me too, Madam."

"Turn the corner ahead and go to 128. They just moved in, and it's quiet there."

128?

Karun suddenly felt a bit... conflicted.

That was an area he would always ask the driver to avoid when taking a taxi.

But at the same time, when he heard that Mrs. Xius chose that house, he silently breathed a sigh of relief.

He has a psychological shadow on that house,

But the problem is,

His situation now couldn't be worse.

Seeing ghosts is an extremely scary thing,

But in the face of death,

Ghosts,

are not so difficult to accept.

One is because there is nothing more terrifying than death, and the other is that after you die, you will also become one of them.

Karun slowly stepped on the accelerator, and the car turned the corner in a steady and uniform manner, and stopped in front of 128 after continuing for a while.Mrs. Xius opened the car door and got out, still pointing her gun at Karun.

"You get out too."

"Yes, ma'am." Karun got out of the car.

"Open the trunk."

Karun walked to the back and opened the trunk, revealing a hiking backpack inside.

"Pick it up."

Karun lifted the backpack, which was heavy and seemed to contain many tools.

"Is this your brush?" Karun asked.

"Yes, the brush you once called mediocre."

"Madam, if I had known that the artist was you, I would have worshipped at your feet long ago."

"Go inside."

"Yes, ma'am." Karun pushed open the gate and walked in, carrying the backpack. Mrs. Xius followed closely behind.

Karun thought about whether he could knock Mrs. Xius down with the backpack, but he gave up the idea when he realized he might not be able to lift it. He also noticed how steady Mrs. Xius's gun hand was.

"Do you know when Mary and I first met?" Mrs. Xius asked.

By normal logic, someone who runs a funeral home and someone who runs a crematorium would have met through business cooperation. But Aunt Mary had only been a mortician for a short time, and Mr. Xius had managed the crematorium before Mrs. Xius took over.

"I met Mary for the first time one afternoon. I had just won the shooting championship and was about to go onstage to receive my award. Mary came to do my makeup."

"Madam, you can rest assured that I am very timid and will follow your instructions completely."

"Okay, open the door."

"I don't have the key."

Karun put his hand on the doorknob.

"Click." The door opened.

It wasn't locked!

What Karun didn't know was that a young man named Jeff had stood here a few days ago and made a similar observation about the unlocked door.

"Why lock the door when all the valuables have been moved out?" Mrs. Xius laughed. "Even if the door was locked, I have tools in my bag to open it. Now, go inside."

Karun walked in with the backpack.

"Keep going."

"Yes, ma'am."

Snap! Mrs. Xius turned on the lights.

"Madam, turning on the lights will attract the neighbors' attention," Karun kindly reminded her.

"This is a society where people are indifferent to each other. I don't think anyone will notice a newly moved-in house with the lights on at this time. And even if they do call the police, by the time they arrive, everything that needs to happen will have already happened."

"I completely agree with your view of the police, Madam. Their response time is slower than our funeral car."

"Go upstairs."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Master bedroom."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now, put down the backpack and lie down on the bed."

Karun sat down on the bed as Mrs. Xius slowly squatted down with the gun in one hand and started to rummage through the backpack for tools.

"Madam, if Aunt Mary hadn't insisted on taking me out for barbecue, what would you be doing tonight...""Yes, my creative subject tonight should have been Mary. She's my good friend, and I know her well. With her incorporation into my work, I can have a great sense of empathy... just like Kole, who knows my sensitive spots, and Old Darcy, who has been following me for so long. You should understand that the most important thing in art is resonance."

"Yes, Madam, I totally agree."

Mrs. Zeus showed a sarcastic smile. "Don't you have any level?"

"Believe me, Madam, it's a blasphemy against the sacred art for me, an outsider to this art, to disrespect it. I have repented for it many times in my heart."

Mrs. Zeus took out a knife from her bag, which looked like the one used by butchers in the market to chop bones.

"You can lie down now, or you can choose to resist now. Because this is your last chance. Mingke Street has good public security, unlike those wandering neighborhoods. So, when the gunshot goes off, it will definitely alarm many people, but please rest assured, it also means that you have been shot several times."

"It's a very difficult choice," Karun sighed.

"Indeed."

"Madam, your first work was a religious painting of the Berry Church, and your second work was a religious painting of the Abyss Church. I'm curious about your third work... No, don't answer yet. Let me guess... Is it the Order of the Gods?"

Mrs. Zeus was a little surprised.

"Did I guess it right?" Karun pretended to be very surprised.

"Yes, you did."

"Let me continue to guess... The painting you want to pay tribute to is the one where the God of Order punishes his daughter, Ankara, the Light of Order, right?"

"Karun, I have to admit one thing, that is, you really understand me."

"Yes, Madam, I think we have too much in common in our aesthetics, and there are too many things we can talk about, so..."

"So I chose you, Karun!"

"...Karun."

"In fact, you are not a substitute for Mary. You were my first choice for this work. If you had come back later in the afternoon, I would have had to choose Mary."

"Madam, I think you must plan ahead before you create. Ankara's body is split."

"Yes, so I'm ready. I will chop you up. Well, after you die, you won't feel any pain."

"But how do you plan to show the scene of the savage beast swallowing? I don't want you to repeat Old Darcy's regret. You know, you actually didn't succeed in his work."

"This time, I have a good way."

At this point, Karun suddenly noticed a black spot on Mrs. Zeus's face, and that black spot was slowly spreading, covering one of Mrs. Zeus's eyes.

And when Mrs. Zeus said the next sentence, her voice changed and became rougher, with a male tone:

"My artistic presentation this time is to chop you up into small pieces and eat you bit by bit."

Karun was familiar with this tone.

Over the phone: "You disturbed my artistic creation."

That was the voice at that time!

So, what happened to Mrs. Zeus?She couldn't possibly be cross-dressing like Piajie. She was a woman, Karun was certain of that. When Mrs. Xius lying in the back seat lifted her skirt, Karun didn't intentionally look, but those few glances were enough to confirm that she was not a man! And now, the feeling of her approaching him step by step was like... like being possessed by something, with a paranoid and crazy emotion.

Karun's gaze wandered around, hoping to catch a glimpse of a red high-heeled shoe, but unfortunately, he didn't see any. The red that he used to avoid at all costs was now something he desperately wanted to see, even to the point of kneeling down to kiss the shoe.

"Karun, I admit your intelligence and artistic appreciation level exceeds mine, so I plan to use this method to complete my work and also to merge with you. I will inherit everything from you."

"I have one last request, an artistic one, I hope you can fulfill it."

"Speak."

Karun pointed to the old peanut tube radio.

"Madam, I think when you chop me up, it would be a very beautiful scene if accompanied by the soft music playing on the radio at night."

Mrs. Xius hesitated for a moment, actually considering this suggestion, and then said:

"I think you're right."

Then, she reached out and turned on the radio.

At this moment, there was some static noise coming from the radio, followed by a magnetic male voice coming from the radio:

"Good evening, dear listeners. Welcome to the Roja Storytelling Program..."