"Okay, then you can come over and help me when I'm busy."

"Hahaha, aren't you afraid that I will cut off the male customers' vaginas and steal them for use at night?"

"Karen is still here, and you don't even know how to be ashamed." Aunt Mary complained to Mrs. Hughes.

"Okay, okay, I understand. Let me see what number is vacant. Number 128. Remember it. I will ask the agent to help me look at this vacant house another day and ask about the price."

It took about half an hour to drive into a suburban winery with a sign saying "Friday Winery".

"Is the business of this winery bad?" Karen asked when getting off the car.

"Of course, so the boss chose to generate income." Mrs. Hughes answered and said to the waiter who came up, "I reserved a seat, table No. 7, and also brought up the wine I stored here."

"Okay, ma'am."

You need to grill the barbecue yourself. The meat is good, but Karen doesn't like barbecue very much. He had some gastrointestinal problems in his previous life. In this life, his body is weak and he cannot enjoy the happiness of large barbecues for the time being.

He only ate a small amount, and most of the time he was responsible for helping Aunt Mary and Mrs. Hughes bake, while the two beautiful young women drank to their heart's content and chatted about the interesting things in the past, and they were very happy.

It was almost nine o'clock in the evening, at Karen's suggestion, the two women drunkenly agreed to end today's fun.

When they walked to the parking lot, Karen was holding them one by one. They could only stumble while walking alone.

This feeling of embracing two people is not happy;

The two women smelled of alcohol and vomited there from time to time. The air was filled with a faint sour smell, which was enough to wash away any thoughts you shouldn't have had.

Mrs. Hughes opened the door and tried to get into the driver's seat.

But Karen didn't dare to let her drive drunk. She dared to drive, and she didn't dare to sit in it.

"Madam, let me drive."

"Can you... drive?" Mrs. Hughes asked with a smile.

"Will do."

"You...are...so...awesome."

Mrs. Hughes threw herself into Karen's arms, and naturally pressed the fingers of her right hand on Karen's chest, drawing circles.

Karen gently pushed Mrs. Hughes away and placed her into the back seat like Aunt Mary.

Subsequently,

He got into the driver's seat and started the car.

As the car drove out of Friday Winery, Karen saw a police car driving in, and the two cars crossed each other.

"Oh, it's so obvious that the bus is for private use."

…

In order to familiarize himself with the conditions of the car and to drive for the first time since he woke up, the most important thing was that it was not an automatic transmission, so Karen drove very slowly.

The two women in the back seat had already fallen asleep, and Karen opened the car window to let in the fresh evening breeze.

At a quarter past ten, Karen drove the car back to Mink Street.

He got out of the car first, helped Aunt Mary out, then helped her push open the courtyard door and walked into the living room.

"Drinking so much." Aunt Winnie, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room and was checking the bills, quickly got up and supported Aunt Mary, while calling Mina upstairs to come down and help.

"Where's uncle?" Karen asked.

"He is not allowed to deliver it!" The already drunk aunt suddenly sobered up, "He is not allowed to deliver it."

Aunt Winnie was very angry and funny when she saw this, and said: "Mason got a call after dinner and drove the hearse to pick up the guests. The Maronko family's funeral service had a falling out with the client, so the client wanted to transfer the body of his relative.

He came to our place to do it, but he hasn’t come back yet.”

"Oh, all right."

Aunt Mary nodded, and then said to the floor: "Ugh..."

Karen took a few steps back, reached out and gently covered her nose, and said at the same time: "Then I will go and send Mrs. Hughes back."

"Can't you take a taxi? Oh no, taxis are not safe."

It's really hard for a drunk woman to take a taxi home alone at night.

"The car also belongs to Mrs. Hughes. After I send her home, the car will be left at her house and I will take a taxi back."

"Okay, if you can't take a taxi by then, just call back and I'll ask Mason to pick you up."

"Okay, Aunt."

Karen walked out of the house and returned to the car.

In the back seat, Mrs. Hughes was already lying there, with her skirt spread out on her upper body.

Karen took a look, shook his head, smiled, and started the car again.

…

Luojia City Police Department;

Sheriff Duke was lying on a chair and taking a nap with a pipe in his mouth.

He had been working hard for several days without sleeping, so he could only find some time to catch up on some sleep in the office.

“Dingling bell…Dingling bell…”

Sheriff Duke immediately opened his eyes and reached out to pick up the phone:

"Hi, I'm Duke."

"Sheriff, we found it, we found it."

"Say it quickly!"

"Cole used to work at a winery called Friday in our city. That winery also did catering. Cole worked there as a waiter for a month and then resigned."

"Resigned?"

"Yes, according to his colleagues, Cole once showed off to his colleagues that he had fallen in love with a widowed lady who often drank and ate here, and she was willing to keep him as his lover."

"Who is that lady? Have you found out?"

"It's Mrs. Hughes, the owner of Hughes Cremation Society."

Sheriff Duke stood up suddenly,

Cole...Old Darcy...

One is my lover,

One is my old employee,

He actually only attacks the people closest to him.

Sheriff Duke tightened his grip on the microphone, with a look of disbelief on his face:

Karen is absolutely right,

This murderer,

It’s really that stupid!

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Chapter completed!