Accidents are unpredictable, and the deaths and injuries caused by accidents will cause grief to relatives and friends;

But a perverted murderer is different. His existence can plunge the entire Luojia City into panic.

"He actually doesn't feel that he is killing people. He is painting. He thinks that he is presenting a kind of art."

"The Bible taught by Berry, the flower pot on the belly, the middle finger, the naked body, these..." Sheriff Duke frowned slightly, "These, it seems... it seems..."

"Chief, you want to say that these things seem to be unimportant, right?"

"I...have this feeling."

"Because the picture is enough, no, to be more precise, it's because these arrangements are all supporting roles to fill in the painting and make the picture more stylish."

"So, whether it's the flower pot, the middle finger, or "Song of the Soul", investigating these is actually meaningless. It's not the murderer's deliberate expression, but the murderer's casual combination?

It's even possible that this corpse, whose identity I still don't know, is probably not a follower of the Berry religion?"

Karen nodded, but still reminded: "But the Berry religion yearns for nature, and nature is a kind of nature."

Sergeant Duke: "Yes, some Berry believers like to organize chaotic parties. They regard this behavior as a way of expression that is close to nature, and this element coincides with the performance on the stage.

The scene echoed.

Therefore, the murderer is not a member of the Berry religion, nor does he hate the Berry religion. His hatred comes from this attitude, no, it is something he hates, which is contrary to what the Berry religion advocates."

"The police chief is right. Art without emotional catharsis is just an exquisite accumulation without nutrition. It cannot bring happiness to the creator. Hate can also be a kind of happiness, and happiness needs to be substituted.

This corpse is not being punished here. He is not the object of the murderer's punishment, but the carrier for the murderer.

When the murderer stood here, looking at all this, he could imagine that he was standing there, and the men and women dancing on the two stages in an unsightly manner were the objects of his hatred and ridicule.

He was standing while those men and women were lying down. He was like a God, overlooking the dirty living beings. This was a kind of hatred beyond the ordinary sense."

Sheriff Duke nodded, then shook his head: "I seem to have caught something, but I don't have a particularly big clue. As for the murderer, then there may be no enmity between the murderer and the deceased... and there may even be a very good relationship.

, very intimate, because only in this way can the murderer be on the deceased..."

Karen smiled and said: "Find a sense of substitution."

Sheriff Duke hit himself on the head with his pipe.

He laughed twice in a self-deprecating way:

"Ha ha..."

Subsequently,

He breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "I think what you just said is completely baseless and is all conjecture and fabrication, but I think what you said makes sense."

"I am just fulfilling the responsibility of a good citizen and maintaining the goodness and order of this city."

"In the next investigation, I will focus on the people who are close to the deceased. The closer they are, the more concerned I will be."

Karen said nothing.

"Are you from the Immelais family? What is your relationship with Mason?"

"I am his nephew and he is my uncle."

"Oh, I know that you shouldn't be the guy he hired. You are so handsome. If you want to make money, you don't have to be a corpse mover. You can just stand here and wait for the ladies to spend money to ask you to dance.

"

After saying that, Sheriff Duke, who thought he was very humorous, laughed.

Karen just smiled politely and echoed;

He has become somewhat accustomed to the fact that this world is always full of malice toward good-looking people.

"My name is Duke Malraux, you can call me Duke the Cigarette Holder."

"Karen Immelais."

"Karen, how old are you this year?"

"Fifteen."

"Tsk, Mason has a very powerful nephew. What I just experienced was the first time since I investigated the case."

At this time, police officers began to come in.

"If there is any progress in the case... no, regardless of whether there is any progress in the case, I will come to you again, Mink Street... No. 13, right?"

"Yes, Sheriff."

Chief Duke turned around and shouted to the police officer who had just entered:

"There is a corpse of a murdered person under the hole in the middle of the stage. Protect that area and then contact the bureau to request new police reinforcements."

As he continued walking down the steps, he turned his back to Karen and whispered:

A nephew who can resonate mentally with the perverted murderer.

After walking a few steps down, Sheriff Duke suddenly stopped and looked back at Karen:

"And one more thing."

"You say."

"When I just inspected the body, I found that it had been embalmed to a certain extent. Plus it's winter now, so the body won't decompose so quickly. The murderer can continue to enjoy the pleasure of substitution or hatred.

Why did he choose to present the corpse in this way...as a work of art?

I can understand what he wants to show off, but I think he can definitely play for a little longer, right?"

Karen looked at Sheriff Duke and replied: "It's possible that the murderer is tired of the old."

Sheriff Duke's pupils shrank slightly: "You mean, the murderer has found a new target?"

"No."

"Oh~" Sheriff Duke breathed a sigh of relief.

Karen continued:

"The murderer may be admiring it now."

…

Karen walked out of the ballroom. When he came outside, he saw two ambulances parked here. Many injured people were being carried into the ambulances. The previously chaotic scene had returned to a certain order.

But what makes Karen a little embarrassed is that the "Guohu" brand modified hearse owned by the Immelais family is missing.

Uncle Mason was busy transporting "guests", so he didn't notice that his nephew was not in the car!

In desperation, Karen prepared to take a taxi home.

The reason why he took the initiative to help Duke do criminal psychological profiling before was not because he was addicted to detectives, but because he had an urgent need for social interaction. Although he did not dare to "run away from home" now, it did not prevent him from doing so.

Make some preparations for the future, for example, get to know more people.

There is really no need to hide your clumsiness. When you have a grandfather in your family who is always weighing whether to kill you or not, how can you hide your clumsiness?

At this time, a taxi stopped in front of Karen.

A man got out of the taxi. He was wearing a peaked cap, a hooked nose, and a pointed chin.

After he got off the car,

Karen naturally sat in, but after sitting in, he discovered that there was a woman in a gray skirt next to the back seat, sleeping soundly with her head against the window.

The taxi driver turned around and shouted:

"Madam, madam, you are already here."

The woman was woken up by the shout. As she opened the car door and got out of the car, she muttered with a little complaint:

"Boss, it's true. The police station said it was an accident. How could it be related to a strange demon? Why do you still have to come here to take a look? Hey, boss, wait for me!"

"Sir, where are you going?"

"gentlemen?

gentlemen?"

"Ah, huh?" Karen responded somewhat absentmindedly.

"Where are you going? You have to tell me the place so I can send you there."

"13 Minkstrasse."

"OK."

The taxi started.

Karen silently opened her clenched left hand and looked at the cross burn scars on it.

She just said, strange demon?

this moment,

Karen suddenly felt guilty and an extremely uncertain sense of fear.

The world outside home,
Chapter completed!