"Did the murderer do it on purpose?"

Sheriff Duke asked doubtfully.

But in fact, his heart was touched by another word in Karen's words, that is...artwork.

a young man,

He even directly used the term "artwork" to describe the victim's body;

Although Sheriff Duke knew that these were words spoken from the perspective of the murderer by the young man in front of him, it was difficult not to feel that he could organize and complete such descriptive language in such a short time without any hindrance.

Surprised.

But he still wanted to hear the young man continue talking, and immediately asked: "How did you judge?"

"Obviously, this was not a killing of passion."

"Yeah." Sheriff Duke nodded.

Passion killing corresponds to premeditated murder, that is, there is no intentional motive for killing, but under the stimulation and provocation of the victim, he loses his mind, loses control, and kills others.

But this corpse, with so many arrangements and decorations, has long been out of the category of passion killing, because he has completed a series of follow-up processing of the corpse.

Sheriff Duke twirled his pipe and continued to ask: "How do you make this judgment? After all, we haven't done a detailed on-site investigation, right?"

Karen hesitated and replied, "Feeling."

"Feel?"

"Yeah, that's how it feels when you see a dead body."

"Are you investigating the case based on your feelings?" Sheriff Duke raised his hand, "No, I want to hear your feelings. Can you explain it specifically?"

"The murderer hid the body under the stage..."

Sheriff Duke said: "So, the murderer is very familiar with the environment of this dance hall, and coupled with what you said before, if this accident was not an accident but was deliberately caused by the murderer, then the murderer is either from this dance hall

The employees, either, should at least be regulars at this dance club.

Oh, sorry, I interrupted you again, please continue."

"I can only go with my feeling, Sheriff." Karen explained again.

"It's okay, just say it."

"The dance hall is a very lively place, with many people and noisy. Generally speaking, when a murderer kills someone and disposes of the body, the main purpose is to destroy the body and eliminate traces, but here, it is completely different.

The reason why the murderer placed the body here and made such complicated and elaborate arrangements for the body should be that he wanted to present him one day in the future...that is, today.

Just like a painting is covered with a piece of red cloth after the painter completes it, and when the guests arrive, the red cloth is lifted off to reveal the work to people.

in addition,

Placing it under the stage, I think it has another meaning."

"Another meaning?"

"Although it was not a murder of passion, the murderer clearly had an extremely strong hatred."

"Don't worry, after investigating the identity of the deceased, we will investigate the deceased's social network, focusing on those who have conflicts and opposition to the deceased."

"No, no, no, you misunderstood what I meant. The hatred I meant is different from the hatred you understand, Sheriff."

"no the same?"

"It should not belong to the grudges caused by friction in the circle of life, such as colleagues, relatives, neighbors, and friends, and finally turned into the motive of killing and completed the killing.

The hatred I'm talking about is on another level.

You see,

The murderer's treatment of the deceased's body paid too much attention to details. It not only has a strong religious meaning, but also expresses artistic emotions similar to that of a sculptor."

"I can understand the words you said, but when you put them together, I feel a little..."

"You come with me."

At this moment, Uncle Mason had already led the others to carry the seriously injured person out. Only Karen and Sheriff Duke were left in the infield for the time being.

Because neither Sheriff Duke nor Karen screamed when the body was discovered in the hole in the center of the stage, so in the previous messy environment, others did not even notice that there was another body here that did not belong to this "accident"

's corpse.

Karen walked off the stage and walked towards the seating area. The layout of this ballroom was very much like a theater. In fact, before the ballroom was opened, this place was a theater in Luojia City.

Therefore, the stage leads to the "auditorium", which is the booth area, and is an upward staircase. The farther back, the higher the height, similar to a scene in an arena.

Karen continued to walk up, and when he reached the middle position, he stopped.

Here, there are small coffee tables that are very high, so small that they can only hold a few glasses of wine, and there are no chairs next to them. If you want to sit down comfortably, you have to spend extra money to get a booth in the front.

Here, there is a cup for you to use when chatting with friends. Of course, if you are a girl, you can freely and freely go to the seat in front to share a table and drink.

Unlike Uncle Mason, who had long since given up his life, Ron was a frequent visitor to this dance hall, and this area was also his main area because there was no minimum consumption here.

A piece of music only lasts three minutes and costs 5 rupees for three minutes. Even though Ron's income is good, he actually spends a lot of money, so he can't find dancers as much as he wants.

Most of the time, he was holding a glass of beer he bought, sipping it on his lips, and looking around at those "ragged" beauties;

You must wait until the most beautiful and favorite one appears, then invite her to dance one or two songs. After dancing, immediately give the dance girl the money for the song, then leave the stage, come back here, and continue to use the cup.

The beer sticks to your lips, and while you are slowly savoring it, you are slowly looking for the next person to dance with.

These were all told by Ron himself on the way here in the car. He was very proud because he used the minimum cost to extend happiness to the extreme.

Karen turned around and Sheriff Duke was standing behind him.

"Chief, please turn around."

"good."

Sheriff Duke turned around and stood at half height, facing the stage in front and below.

Karen's voice came from behind him.

"Chief, please use your imagination. This is no longer the dance hall where the stage collapse accident just happened. Now, it is operating normally.

Listen, the music has been played, it is "Luo Jia Elf" with a cheerful rhythm."

This piece of music is very cheerful, and Aunt Mary likes to play it when she is working in her studio.

"Look, the lights have gradually dimmed, and the guests have chosen their dance partners and walked onto the stage.

You see, in the middle of the stage, there are hundreds of pairs of men and women, embracing and dancing together.

There were indeed a few pairs of people outside, dancing ballroom dance seriously. Although the dance posture was not perfect, it was still considered formal.

Inside, the male customers were clinging to the dancers one after another, their hands sliding down to places they shouldn't be, and they were still rubbing them.

You listen, the voice of hormones keeps crisping and rolling on the stage;

You see, what is happening in front of you is a concentrated expression of human nature. Everyone is close together, using the cover of each other's bodies to tear off the disguise, and even seek a kind of public pleasure.

You look up again,

The glass stage above is another large and exciting scenery.

Morality, ethics, reserve, etc., have all been thrown off the stage. Money and primitive desires have begun to show their teeth. The side that should be ashamed to see others has become grand here, on the two stages in front of you.

."

Along with Karen's narration,

A similar scene seemed to appear before Sheriff Duke's eyes, as light and shadow began to intertwine and change.

"Please lower your gaze to the stage, to the center of the stage, and then slowly go down, slowly, and finally, to the bottom of the stage.

please tell me,

What do you see?"

Sheriff Duke replied: "A corpse, a corpse with a Berry Bible on its chest, a corpse that was placed in a specific taunting pose."

"Then, please tell me, what is his posture?"

"Lying down."

"Oh, really?"

"Isn't it?"

"You are standing here now. Please take a closer look. Is he... really lying down?"

Sheriff Duke's eyes narrowed. Due to the height, when his consciousness perspective further switched, he couldn't help but exclaim:

"No, he is not lying down, he is standing; and those people dancing on the stage, they are actually lying down!"

Suddenly,

Sheriff Duke clenched his fists fiercely,

Because he suddenly realized something,

That is, this position is that of an observer, no, that of an appreciator.

Sheriff Duke slowly turned his head to the left.

In his "sight", a black figure seemed to appear. He was standing there, standing next to him, with a smile on his lips, admiring the dynamic picture in front of him.

He... is the murderer!

Sheriff Duke subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch him;

But the moment his hand touched the black shadow, the black shadow dissipated, and all the light and shadow around him also dissipated, returning to the messy appearance in reality.

There was no other sound, except for his own slightly heavy breathing.

Sheriff Duke looked back at Karen and said, "That's a guy who takes pleasure in killing people. He's enjoying it."

The matter is serious.
To be continued...