"Duo... Duo... Duo..."

"Enter."

Karen pushed open the door of Dis's study and walked in.

Dis closed the folder that was originally spread out in front of him and watched Karen walk up to him and sit down.

"What's up?"

"I just did some counseling for Mrs. Seymour."

"How's the effect?"

"It's okay. Her emotions have been expressed. The next step is to use time to gradually heal the pain and adapt to the new life."

"Um."

"But I learned something from Mrs. Seymour."

"explain."

"Mrs. Seymour lives at 46 Rhine Street."

“Good location.”

"Mr. Piaget, who I met last time at the Hughes Cremation Society and gave me my first psychological consultation fee of 20,000 rupees, is a neighbor of the Seymour family. He lives at No. 45."

"Um."

"Grandpa, I think this is too coincidental. Mr. Seymour died in the ballroom. It is said that Mr. Seymour had a good relationship with Piaget during his lifetime, and the two often went fishing together.

And old Darcy personally burned the body of Piaget's wife Linda not long ago."

"Well, it's a bit of a coincidence."

"More importantly, I personally held the ashes of Piaget's wife Linda and handed them to Mr. Piaget, but Mrs. Seymour said that Linda gave her a delicious meal this morning.

Apple pie.”

The wife who had turned into ashes suddenly "resurrected" and was still cooking.

"You mean, that Mr. Piaget is the murderer?"

"I have no idea."

"You don't know? I see that you and Sheriff Duke had a very good chat."

"Grandpa, this is like some religious classics. We can sit face to face and talk about theories all day long, ranging from the truth of the operation of the universe to the mysteries of the gods, to the operation of human society and the truth, goodness and beauty of human nature.

But after we finished chatting, we couldn’t even get a taxi home.”

Criminal psychology seems to be a very high-level existence, but it is actually not a panacea. Sometimes after talking about it, it is found that it is wrong. Even if it is a really excellent and correct analysis, it can only give one

Approximate direction.

But no, the ring finger pushed the frame: There is only one truth, and that is...

When it comes to investigating cases, Karen believes that Sheriff Duke will be more proficient than him. After all, you should never compare your own interests and hobbies to someone else's job.

Perhaps Sheriff Duke can get a lot of inspiration here, but what he can provide is limited to inspiration.

In my previous life, a friend once pushed a video of a case to me, hoping that I could analyze it myself. It was a case of a husband murdering his wife and hiding a body.

After Karen read it, he said directly that there was no need to analyze it at all.

When the old detective came to question the husband, he probably already knew for sure that the husband was the murderer. The next step was the boring process of finding the body to confirm the evidence.

As for the murderer's husband, who seemed to be very "calm" and "steady" in the eyes of ordinary people, all his disguises were simply not worth mentioning in front of the old detective.

"I probably understand what you mean." Dis nodded.

Karen smiled.

"You mean that I have been doing very meaningless things."

"..." Karen.

Dis picked up the teacup,

Karen took the initiative to lift the thermos bottle.

Disdao:

"full."

Karen put down the thermos bottle calmly.

"So, what do you want to do here?"

"It's like this, Grandpa, Mr. Piaget came to visit me after we left home in the afternoon. He left me an invitation and invited me to his home."

"You want to go?"

"Yes."

"Then go ahead."

"But I... don't dare."

Karen sat there and spoke very confidently.

"I will be very busy in the next few days and have some things to deal with." Dis put down the tea cup, "I don't have time to go out with you like I did this afternoon."

"Then I... won't go."

"Yeah." Dis nodded.

"Grandpa, you go to bed early, I'm going to bed too."

"good."

Karen stood up and walked to the door of the study when Dis's voice came from behind:

"If you really want to be a guest..."

Karen turned around with a smile on his face: "Grandpa, would you like to spare some time to accompany me?"

Dis shook his head and said, "You can let him go with you."

"who?"

"Meow……"

Pu'er jumped down from somewhere on the bookshelf and walked up to Karen. There was clear reluctance on the black cat's face.

Karen has long discovered that the black cat at home is very talented in expressing emotions. Other pets can often only express a single emotion by baring their teeth and grinning, but Pu'er is very delicate, or anthropomorphic.

"Grandpa, are you sure?"

Karen asked.

"Sure."

Karen, who received a positive reply, said seriously:

"I know, Grandpa."

After saying that, Karen walked out of the study and helped Grandpa close the study door.

Standing at the door,

Karen blinked,

He believed that Dis could bring him enough security;

Even if we exclude those weird things we experienced before,

Even when Dis asked him to skin his arm in the hearse, he didn't even frown. In addition, at the door at that time, he clearly expressed the urge to kill himself;

Even if you imagine Dis as a young and Dangerous boy, he is still a strong security guard.

Be cruel to yourself,

Dare to kill,

Even if he is older...well, his age is not a problem. Karen believes that if he is physically stronger, he will never be Dis's opponent;

Therefore, Grandpa's existence has surpassed that of the gangsters outside.

but,

That cat...

"Maybe, this is a cat with a story."

Karen looked at his feet and found that Pu'er did not come out with him;

"Go take a shower and go to bed first."

…

"You are crazy, crazy! You actually asked me, the noble me, to accompany a child to play the detective agency game. Dis, what on earth do you think? What do you think?"

Pu'er, who was walking like a cat, did not appear on the desk this time, but pressed against the wall, keeping a considerable distance.
To be continued...