"I asked you to look at him. As you said, he is a strange monster."

When Pu'er heard this,

cat face side,

Asked rhetorically:

"Then why not just kill him?"

Dis glanced at Pu'er in the corner.

"hiss……"

Pu'er's tail immediately raised, his limbs tensed, and he immediately said:

"I know, I will accompany him, and I will keep an eye on this strange devil."

…

Its daybreak,

This time, Karen slept until ten o'clock in the morning. It must be that there were too many things yesterday and she was too tired.

In addition, the quality of my sleep last night was not very good and I had many dreams;

dreaming:

He was dancing in the ballroom with his arms around the dancers, and shoveling ashes next to the incinerator;

For a while, I lay in the coffin in the mourning hall on the first floor of my home and listened to the prayers.

After a while, he was lying in Mrs. Hughes's arms again, almost suffocating.

After washing,

Only then did Karen feel that she had regained her energy.

Arriving on the second floor, Aunt Winnie saw Karen coming down and said with a smile: "I've prepared lunch."

"Thank you, aunt."

Lunch is noodles;

Ever since they saw Karen making soup, Aunt Winnie and Aunt Mary had always enjoyed it.

The noodle soup is very good, and it is sprinkled with chopped green onion.

In addition, there is a jar of oily spicy dumplings that Karen made earlier, which is also placed on the table at this moment.

The only pity is that the noodles are not that chewy, but the taste is good.

He really didn't want to see the combination of bread, fried eggs and sausages when he got up in the morning. There was no happiness in it.

Aunt Mary is sorting out the remains of the two "guests" in the basement;

A patient died in a nearby hospital, and Uncle Mason had already gone there with Paul and Ron;

That's how business is, either it's idle for many days in a row, or orders come in all at once.

Of course, from an emotional perspective, most people do not want the Immelais family's business to be booming.

Karen had lunch and came to the first floor.

He first sat down on the sofa and opened the newspaper.

There was news in the newspaper about an accident at the Crown Ballroom yesterday that resulted in the death of two people and injuries to many others, but there was no news about a homicide, and the death of old Darcy at the Hughes Cremation Society was not reported.

The front page of the newspaper cover was the election manifesto of the old mayor of Luojia City. It is not difficult to guess that this serial murder case was suppressed. After all, the mayoral election was in full swing.

If a vicious serial murder case were to break out, it would easily make people panic, and everyone would question the old mayor's ability. You know, he has been promoting "public security" as his most proud political achievement.

"Do you need coffee?" Aunt Winnie came down with a pot of coffee. This pot of coffee was prepared for Aunt Mary who was working in the basement. Of course, Karen could also share a cup.

"No, aunt, I have to go out later and drink coffee at someone else's house. I can save whatever I can at my own home."

"Pfft..."

Aunt Winnie laughed out loud when she heard this and said:

"What you said just now sounds more and more like your Aunt Mary."

At this time, the phone in the living room rang.

Karen stood up and took the coffee from her aunt: "I'll deliver it to aunt."

"OK."

Aunt Winnie went to answer the phone.

Walking into the basement and arriving at the door of Aunt Mary's studio, Karen gently knocked on the already open door.

"Rodja Elves" was playing in the studio, the melody was brisk, and Aunt Mary was humming along with the beat. She was facing away from the door, and her slightly plump figure was even more beautiful under the long skirt.

This made Karen think of Mrs. Seymour who took off her clothes in front of him last night. She was too thin.

Although it is an immoral act to judge the figure of an elder, after all, it is only in the heart. Even between relatives, you can still tell what is good-looking and not good-looking. The key is to keep the mourning platform clean.

Just look at it with the eyes of appreciating art.

Tsk...appreciate the art.

Karen suddenly discovered that because of the serial perverted murderer, these words had changed a bit in his words recently.

"Oh, my Karen, have you come to bring coffee to your beautiful aunt?"

"Yes, my beautiful aunt."

It can be seen that Aunt Mary is in a great mood, and package B is obviously more nourishing to her than Uncle Mason.

Because, in addition to the bonuses for family members, Aunt Mary is the highest in terms of basic salary and performance bonus. The better the family business, the more income she will earn.

The make-up artist does more than just put on makeup casually.

Just like old Darcy who will be sent over after a while when the police have finished handling the case or collected evidence.

Aunt Mary is about to put the dozens of pieces of old Darcy back together.

This was a job that even the perverted murderer couldn't complete, but for Aunt Mary, it was no problem at all.

Karen poured out a cup of coffee and handed it to her aunt, who drank it sip after sip;

When working, coffee is only used to regulate mood, and I don’t even have time to taste it.

Karen saw that her aunt was spray painting Mr. Seymour's body earlier.

Yes, spray painting is like doing maintenance on the car.

Moreover, Mr. Seymour's abdominal muscles...are really bronzed.

"is it nice?"

Aunt Mary held the coffee cup with one hand and touched Mr. Seymour's abdominal muscles with the other hand, and said to Karen:

"You can touch it, Mr. Seymour won't mind."

"No need, Auntie."

He was still not used to touching a man's abdominal muscles, and besides, he was still a dead man.

"Mr. Seymour is indeed in good shape. It can be seen that he was a person who liked to exercise very much during his lifetime."

Upon hearing this, an idea suddenly came to Karen's mind;

If I could take Mr. Seymour to visit Piaget, my safety would seem to be guaranteed.

Although Mr. Seymour has been spray-painted, it can be seen that he is actually quite strong. If he could stand up and follow him, he would be a good bodyguard.

But then Karen laughed in her heart again,

What are you dreaming about?

Mr. Seymour's face was stuck with many pins, and there were also silk threads holding it up;

"Mrs. Seymour said that she was attracted by Mr. Seymour's tough guy image when she was young, so she hopes that Mr. Seymour can be buried in the most perfect image in her mind. I have to add some more edges to his face.

.”

Karen nodded, no wonder he just looked at Mr. Seymour's half-decorated face and felt a bit like Schwarzenegger.

"Aunt, I'm going up first, and I'm going to visit Mr. Piaget later."

"go Go."

Aunt Mary put down her coffee cup and continued her artistic creation.

…

Back in the living room, Karen tidied up his clothes and put a thousand rupees in his pocket. He planned to buy some snacks or fruits to take with him before visiting Mr. Piaget.

Pu'er was lying on the morgue with his face facing inward and his tail motionless, as if he could "play dead" without being seen by Karen.

But Karen still stepped forward and picked it up.

He still believed what Dis said, because if Dis wanted to kill him, he wouldn't have to go through all these twists and turns.
To be continued...