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　　 Karen suddenly "cocked" in his heart.

Then,

　　 is a short silence,

The weird thing is,

　　 The other party did not hang up the phone;

　　 "You interrupted my artistic creation..."

　　 This sentence was repeated rapidly in Karen's mind, including tone and tone.

　　 Karen didn’t think he dialed the wrong number.

　　 don’t think who is joking,

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

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

　　 Although rationality told myself, this is too bizarre and really absurd,

　　 But Karen was still in a short silence,

　　 With the fingers of his right hand, pinch his throat,

　　 opened the mouth and said:

　　 "Then, do you need some valuable artistic advice."

"what?"

　　 The other party uttered a bewilderment, as if he didn't expect that the person on the other end of the phone would reply like this, and then he smiled.

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

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

　　 "You are very funny, but unfortunately, if you call earlier, I would like to hear your opinion, but unfortunately, it won't work this time."

"why?"

　　 When asked this question, Karen closed his eyes. This is an answer that can be obtained without asking.

　　 On the other end of the phone, he also gave the answer that was consistent with Karen's mind:

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

Karen replied: "When I was learning to paint when I was a child, the teacher would point out that there was an empty space in a corner of my picture, and I needed to fill in some things, even if the added things are not directly related to my entire painting, just to add And adding, but unfortunately, this is the most tangled thing."

　　 "Yes, yes, it is this kind of distress, I am like this now."

"This is actually an expression of inadequate level." Karen said, "So I didn't become a painter when I grew up. A person who couldn't even do a good job of composition before painting and needed to fill the gap at the end. What a painter. , What kind of artist, how can I talk about art."

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

　　Psychologists know how to soothe people’s emotions and avoid irritating their patients. Relatively, they are naturally clear and good at finding the location of pain points.

　　 Karen continued:

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

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

　　 Obviously,

　　 Karen's words hurt him.

　　 And Karen, who is holding the microphone, is also a little helpless, because he can't do anything now, he can't even call the police, because if you want to call the police, you have to hang up before dialing.

　　 At the same time, he couldn't find Aunt Mary in the basement, nor could he go upstairs to find Grandpa, because the phone line wasn't that long.

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

　　 said on the other end of the phone: "I am very disappointed in you. When I first called, I even thought that you would be a person with the same aesthetic assigned to me by God. Unfortunately, you are not.

You are young,

　　 So your understanding of art is too superficial, because art has no hierarchy. "

　　 Karen responded calmly:

　　 "But art is divided into levels."

"Snapped!"

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

　　 Karen also put down the phone,

　　 frowned and wondered:

"He said…"

　　 Karen loosened the fingers of his right hand. Because the throat was pinched for a long time, and there was some pain, he had to touch it gently, and coughed a few times at the same time:

"I'm still young?"

　　 The last sentence, from the previous low, restored to Karen's original tone.

　　...

"Duo duo…"

"Come in."

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

"grandfather."

"what's up?"

　　 "Shus Cremation Club, it looks like something went wrong."

"how do you know?"

　　 "Because I just called, and the one who answered the phone seems to be the murderer, the perverted murderer in the Crown Ballroom."

　　 Grandpa put down the pen in his hand,

　　 asked:

　　 "Did you call the police?"

　　 Karen shook his head.

　　 "Call the police," Grandpa suggested.

　　 Karen actually didn't want to call the police, because the other party had already stated clearly on the phone that his work has been completed.

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

　　 Call the police to collect the dead body?

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

　　 "Are you worried in case this is a joke?" Grandpa asked, "Don't worry, even if you report a false police, it's just a fine."

　　 Karen shook his head again.

　　 "Then, what do you want to do?"

　　 "I want to go to the Hughes Cremation Club now to take a look."

　　 Go and take a look at his new work;

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

　　 "You can go, I agree."

　　 Karen is still standing at the door, not moving.

　　 "Huh?" Diss put down his teacup, "What's the matter?"

　　 Karen licked her lips,

　　 is very straightforward:

　　 "I am alone and dare not go."

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

Suddenly,

　　 Diss was silent,

　　 There is also a little sadness on his face.

　　...

　　 "What's wrong, my little Karen?"

　　 "Grandpa, it's dark, the bathroom, pee, I am alone, I dare not go."

　　 "Then grandpa is standing here in the corridor waiting for you. Would it be convenient for you to go inside?"

　　 "Grandpa go with me, let's go together."

　　...

　　 The taxi drove all the way from Mingke Street to the Hughes Crematorium in the suburbs. The distance was a bit far, and the time was more than twice as long as Karen took a taxi home from the Crown Ballroom.

　　 arrived at the door of the Seuss Cremation Club,

　　 The taxi driver turned his head, looked at Diss who was sitting in the back seat, and smiled:

　　 "Hello, 45 rupee."

　　 Diss handed over a banknote with a face value of 50. The driver retrieved the 5 rupee and handed it over, Diss took it back.

　　 Then,

　　 Ye and Sun got out of the car.

　　 Looking at the direction the taxi was leaving, Karen said silently in his heart:

"NS."

　　 The door of the cremation club was closed tightly. There was a dilapidated motorcycle parked at the door. There was a quilt **** on the motorcycle seat. A man and a woman were standing beside him, looking very anxious.

　　 The body **** in the quilt should be the body sent over for cremation.

　　 But there was a sign saying "Closed business" at the entrance of the cremation club;

　　 "Excuse me, are you from the cremation club?" the woman asked.

　　 Karen shook his head and replied, "No."

　　 When the man heard this answer, he was so angry that he kicked a stone directly in front of the door and cursed:

　　 "I obviously made an appointment yesterday. Why is it closed today? It is shameless and shameless!"

　　 "Or, let's change another house." The woman suggested.

　　 "It's too late, it's almost dark, and now I rush to other cremation clubs to be closed too."

　　 "Isn't the door open today?" Karen asked.

　　 "We have waited since one o'clock until now." The man said angrily.

　　 Karen noticed the quilt on the other's motorcycle. A little white hair was faintly exposed at the corner of the quilt. It should be an old man who passed away at home.

Those who can handle funerals at Inmelais are actually not ordinary people. Most of them are middle-class. Even if the children of Mr. Mossang who have been complained by Aunt Mary many times, even if they cut off a lot of services, they will eventually be spent. Of the money, there are also several thousand rupee.

　　 Thousands of rupees are no longer a small amount of money for the lower-class families.

The object of the welfare bill should be for people who have no relatives and no reason. Even if your family is very poor and cannot afford the funeral expenses, as long as you have relatives around, you can’t enjoy the “welfare bill” like Jeff, because you are not pitiful enough. .

　　 Therefore, when the real bottom people in Luojia city pass away, their family members will directly send them to the cremation club for cremation.

　　 Uncle Mason once said that customers who the Immeles family feels "poor" are already high-quality customers in the eyes of the cremation club.

　　 At this time, a red Kayman sedan that had been in the past drove over and stopped at the door.

　　 After the car door is opened,

　　 What made Karen a little surprised was that the one who walked down turned out to be Mrs. Hughes wearing a blue long skirt and a brown down jacket.

　　 Mrs. Hughes who was still "alive" saw Karen, and a smile immediately appeared on her face, but after seeing Diss standing next to Karen, she immediately regained her dignity again.

　　 "Hey, why is the door closed?"

Mrs. 　　 Seuss stepped forward, and while wondering, took out a spare key from the bag and opened the lock.

　　 "Why are you here just now!" The man on the side couldn't help asking.

　　Mrs. Seuss glanced at him, then glanced at the motorcycle, and replied:

"I don't know. Although there are only two orders today, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, well, it should be you in the afternoon, so I gave myself and another employee a holiday, and left an old employee on duty. NS.

　　 If it weren't for the boss of the cement factory in front of him when he drove by and saw a customer at my door waiting to call me, I wouldn't come over.

　　 Hey, it’s weird, is old Darcy absent from work today? "

　　 "I don't know the reason for your cremation club, but I have been waiting here with my mother today..."

"You can go to the government to file a complaint against me, or simply go to the police station to report the crime. I have explained it to you. The power of complaint is handed over to you, but please keep your distance from me now. I am the place where the corpse is burned. Believe it or not. Throw you into the stove and burn it!"

　　 Facing the sudden strength of Mrs. Seuss, the man was frightened and did not dare to speak any more.

　　 A woman who has run a cremation club alone for so many years must have her pungent side, otherwise she would really not be able to sustain it till now.

　　 "By the way, Mr. Diss, you today..."

　　 "My grandson wants to come and see you." Diss replied.

Mrs. Seuss blinked. She wanted to say something to tease and tease the handsome guy in the Immelais family, but there was no way, Diss’s aura was too strong, and it’s no wonder that Mary was always at bestie parties. Revealing the awe of her father-in-law.

　　 After the door was opened, Mrs. Seuss walked in. The man also picked up the quilt wrapped up on the bed. His wife was beside him to help set the line, and the two followed Mrs. Seuss in.

　　 "Do I need to go in?" Diss asked.

　　 "Yes." Karen replied, "If the work of art is not Mrs. Seuss, it should be someone else."

　　 Karen still firmly believes in his own judgment, and the previously locked door of the cremation house itself is one of the evidences of the unusual thing.

　　Three batches of people,

　　Mrs. Seuss walked in and called out the name "Old Darcy",

　　 The couple holding the old man’s body followed behind,

　　 Behind is Karen and Diss.

finally,

　　 Everyone came to the glass wall of the incinerator together.

　　 The door of the incineration chamber was opened, and there was no one inside.

　　 "Please cremate my mother first," the man said.

　　 "I have to find my workers!" Mrs. Seus scolded. She was very angry because she found that the stove was hot, which meant a great waste, "Old Darcy, Old Darcy!"

　　 Karen noticed the countertop in front, to be precise, the urn on it.

　　 The last time I came here by myself, the urns were neatly arranged with the price tag, and right now, the urns were neatly stacked like piles of wood. They were not triangles, but rectangles erected.

　　 In addition, these urns are placed on the side, that is, the lid of the urn faces outwards instead of upwards.

　　 Karen stepped forward,

　　'S eyes fell on the farthest edge of the left side below, stretched out his hand, grabbed the buttoned urn lid, and opened it.

　　 "Ahhhhh!!!"

　　 The woman screamed.

"what!"

　　 The quilt in the man's hand also fell, and his mother also got out of the quilt.

　　 "God!" Madam Hughes covered her mouth.

　　 Diss approached silently.

　　 In the urn that Karen had just opened, there was... one foot, one **** foot.

　　 Moreover, there is a price tag between my toes, which is priced at 1,500 renminbi.

　　 Karen opened the upper urn again, revealing his knees.

　　 This feels like opening a blind box,

　　 But there are less unknowns than opening blind boxes.

　　 Karen stretched out his hand, reached for the lid of the urn on the top, and pulled open.

　　 In the urn at the top,

　　 is a head,

　　 Old Darcy’s head,

　　 And old Darcy had a price tag in his mouth, which was 10,000 RUB.

　　Old Darcy was separated,

After 　　 separated, the parts were put into the urn, and then, like building blocks, old Darcy was "assembled" again.

　　At this time,

　　 Karen's eyes fell on the desk diagonally forward with the phone on it.

　　 walked to the phone,

　　 Karen picked up the microphone,

　　 When facing the urn table again,

　　 found himself in this position, right in front of the "assembled" old Darcy!

here,

　　 is the best viewing position.

　　 Karen’s sight,

　　 As if a black figure appeared,

　　 He was putting his hands in front of him, admiring the blocks he had just built.

　　 At this time, the phone next to me rang.

　　 He frowned slightly, but did not answer.

　　 Soon, the phone rang a second time, this time, he picked up the microphone:

　　 "You interrupted my artistic creation..."