Karen's heart suddenly "thumped".

Then,

It's a brief silence,

strangely,

The other party actually didn’t hang up the phone;

"You disturbed my artistic creation..."

This sentence kept repeating rapidly in Karen's mind, including the timbre and tone.

Karen doesn't think she dialed the wrong number.

I don’t think anyone is joking.

It is even more impossible to naively think that the other party is an artist doing some traditional art in the cremation society.

Sometimes intuition is really important, because it can save you a lot of details and let you go directly to the core of the problem.

Although rationally telling myself that this is too bizarre and ridiculous,

But Karen still said after a short silence,

Use the fingers of your right hand to pinch your throat,

He opened his mouth and said:

"Then do you need some valuable art advice?"

"Huh?"

The other party made a sound of confusion, as if he didn't expect that the person on the other end of the phone would give such a reply, and then he smiled.

Karen heard laughter on the phone. It was male laughter, slightly gloomy and sharp. Karen continued:

"Still, you actually don't have much confidence in your art."

"You're very interesting. It's a pity. If you had called earlier, I would have listened to your opinion, but it's a pity that it won't work this time."

"Why?"

Karen closed her eyes when asking this question. This was an answer that she could get without asking.

The other end of the phone also gave the same answer that Karen had in mind:

"Because my creation has been completed and there are only a few finishing steps left, which makes me a little distressed. Can you understand this distress?"

Karen replied: "When I was learning to draw when I was a child, my teacher would point out that a certain corner of my painting was too empty and I needed to fill it with something. Even if the added things were not directly related to my entire painting, it was just to add something.

But adding it, unfortunately, is the most confusing thing.”

"Yes, yes, this is the kind of distress that I feel now."

"This is actually a sign of insufficient quality." Karen said, "That's why I failed to become a painter when I grew up. What kind of painter is a person who can't even compose a picture well before painting and needs to fill in the gaps at the end?

, what kind of artist is he? How can he be called art?"

After Karen finished speaking these words, the breathing on the other end of the phone suddenly became rapid.

Psychiatrists know how to soothe people's emotions and avoid irritating their patients. In contrast, they naturally also know and are good at discovering the location of pain points.

Karen continued:

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

The sound of grinding teeth came from the other end of the phone,

Obviously,

Karen's words stung him.

Karen, who was holding the microphone, was a little helpless because he couldn't do anything now, not even call the police, because if you want to call the police, you have to hang up the phone first and then call.

At the same time, he couldn't go to the basement to find Aunt Mary, and he couldn't go upstairs to find Grandpa because the phone cord wasn't that long.

If you shout loudly, you can definitely hear it on the phone.

The other end of the phone said: "I am very disappointed in you. When we first called you, I even thought that you would be the person assigned by God to have the same aesthetics as me. Unfortunately, you are not.

Maybe it's because you are too young,

Your understanding of art is too superficial, because art is not divided into levels."

Karen responded calmly:

"But art has different levels."

"Crack!"

On the other end, he hung up the phone with extreme force.

Karen also put down the phone,

He frowned and said in confusion:

"How did he..."

Karen loosened the fingers of his right hand. Because he had pinched his throat for a long time, it was a little painful, so he had to touch it gently and coughed a few times:

"You know I'm very young?"

The last sentence, from the previous hoarse and low tone, returned to Karen's original tone.

…

"Duo... Duo..."

"Come in."

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

"grandfather."

"What's up?"

"Xius Cremation Society, something seems to have happened."

"How do you know?"

"Because I just called, and the person who answered the phone seemed to be the murderer, the perverted murderer from the Crown Ballroom."

Grandpa put down the pen in his hand,

asked:

"Have you called the police?"

Karen shook her head.

"Call the police." Grandpa suggested.

Karen actually didn't want to call the police because the other person on the other end of the phone had already made it clear that his work had been completed.

That is to say, if there is a victim, he is already dead.

Call the police to collect the body?

Karen didn't think it made any sense, unless the murderer broke his leg while walking on the road leaving the scene of the crime, and the police car drove up to him.

"Are you worried that this is a joke?" Grandpa asked, "Don't worry, even if you report a false police report, it will only be a fine."

Karen shook her head again.

"Then, what do you want to do?"

"I want to go to the Hughes Cremation Society now to have a look."

Go take a look at his new work;

Dis picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and nodded slightly:

"You can go, I agree."

Karen was still standing at the door, not moving.

"Huh?" Dis put down the teacup, "What's wrong?"

Karen licked her lips,

Very straightforward:

"I don't dare to go alone."

"Hehehe." Dis suddenly laughed, "You didn't dare go to the bathroom at night when you were a child, and that's what you told me."

suddenly,

Dis was silent,

There was also a hint of anger on his face.

…
To be continued...