A Weird Theater That Started In London

Originally, a fairly normal person suddenly became nervous and worried about being eaten?

Could it be that he saw something? It is estimated that he has received some kind of strong stimulation.

However, can a crazy man provide valuable clues?

Lu Li felt that the case was getting more and more difficult, like a horse-drawn carriage that got out of control, and the driver didn't know when and in which direction it would overturn.

He suspected that he had previously judged that he was a middle-aged man who had lost his son based on the murderer cutting open the victim's abdomen, or that he had been abandoned by his biological mother since he was a child, perhaps it was too narrow.

May wish to give a vague definition first:

The murderer lacks some emotion.

Thinking of this, he turned to look at George, and asked in a deep voice: Mr. Lasker, what kind of person is the mother of His Royal Highness the eldest grandson?

She deserves all the praise.

While Albert's father was in every married woman's bed, she remained faithful and cared for every member of the royal family.

Speaking of this, George Lasker seemed to have a deep understanding, let out a cold snort, and said indignantly: I don't know when, in the upper class, apart from their husbands, there are several lover knights who have become a couple. Kind of classy and stylish.”

A traditional and decent man with a very mysterious background, he knows many secrets of the upper class.

The above is Lu Li's evaluation of Mr. Lasker. Therefore, what he said is extremely credible. Therefore, there is no rush to visit the emperor's eldest grandson.

Walter Segal, where do you live?

After a moment of silence, Lu Li turned his head to look at Lin Nai, with a decision in his heart.

It's a pity that George is a bit talkative and always likes to interrupt others. He clenched his fists: Are you going to visit this ugly painter first? That's really great, I think there is something wrong with this guy!

Linnai, clean the gun and load it with bullets. This man must be a desperado. When the time comes, you guard the gate. Although I am sure to control him, you still have to take precautions in advance.

Lu Li held his forehead, feeling a little helpless.

Mr. Lasker, don't have any prejudice against the suspect until you find out the truth. Besides, a few curious paintings can't explain anything. I just think it's necessary to talk to him.

Even if Lu Li thought that Sickert was not a good person, he would not be so rude, well, it should be said to be straightforward.

Hearing this, George glanced at the pocket watch in his hand, and said dissatisfiedly: It's seven forty now, I hope he can stay at home obediently.

Otherwise, I have even more reason to suspect that he is Jack the Ripper.

Eight o'clock in the evening.

Apartment Via Calvi 16.

A carriage stopped, and the coachman silently took out his most beloved Winchester, holding a cigarette in his mouth and being careful.

The tall and strong Lin Nai knocked on the door.

Does the painter Sickert live here?

A rude but very clear voice sounded outside the apartment, and the old lady living next door heard the sound and secretly opened the curtains.

Coincidentally, they met Lu Li's eyes who were looking at the surrounding environment.

Presumably, she is the one who provided the news. I can go over and have a chat later. I hope the old man doesn't go to bed too early, otherwise I will feel very sorry.

Thinking that he was about to meet the bloody butcher, Lu Li felt inexplicably excited, uncharacteristically talkative, and wanted to talk badly.

As a good citizen, everyone has an obligation to cooperate with the investigation, and she will understand.

Mr. Lasker was also a little excited, as if the vengeance was about to be avenged, and his fingers tapped the handle of the gun lightly according to a certain rhythm.

who?

Someone went downstairs.

There were bursts of footsteps in the house, but they were a little procrastinated, and seemed to be walking very slowly.

And Lu Li moved closer to the door and listened attentively. The footsteps got closer and closer, and then lost their movement.

Who's out there?

The voice sounded again.

Citizens' Self-Defense Force of the Eastern District, there is something that needs Mr. Sigel's help to confirm. Lu Li replied loudly.

I am, please come in.

The door of the room opened with a sound, and a man who looked different from what they expected appeared in front of the three of them. He had nothing to do with evil spirits at all, but instead had a good-looking face and a slender figure, especially those blue eyes, like lake water Just as clear and clean.

After saluting, Sickert took a step back and waited patiently for the visitor to enter.

A gentleman who pleases girls very much.

Rich, handsome, and polite.

Lu Li made a judgment subconsciously.

Lin Nai, you wait outside, I will accompany Mr. Lu Li inside.

At this moment, George let go of his grip on the handle of the gun, and stepped into the room first. Lu Li also put down the rifle on his shoulder, handed it to Linnai for safekeeping, and walked in with a cane.

Click!

The door closes.

Do you two want coffee?

Sickert walked in front to lead the way, acting very calm, but his walking posture was a bit strange, as if he didn't dare to take a step.

Hearing this, Lu Li immediately refused: No, thank you.

After speaking, the three of them came to the living room. Specifically, it should be the studio, but Sickert placed a few soft stools among countless drawing boards.

There was a silence.

George was worried that his straightforward character would cause trouble for Mr. Detective, while Lu Li was observing the paintings around him, thinking about where to start asking.

Wherever the eye can see, there are mothers holding babies in their arms. Each mother has a different face, but the facial lines are very soft. At first glance, she looks like a loving mother, and the baby is sleeping or smiling, showing her virginity.

Madonna and Son.

An enduring theme.

It's just that a devout believer would draw a picture group like Murder in an Unknown Town?

In the dignified atmosphere, Sickert remained silent, and just asked inexplicably, Is there anything I can do to help you?

I'll be blunt. May I ask what your schedule is for these two days? To attend the art salon in the evening, or to have a party with friends?

George recorded the conversation with a pen, trying to put pressure on the suspect, while Lu Li sat loosely, talking to Sickert in a relaxed posture.

I don't feel well. Apart from painting and resting at home, I never go to other places.

Reminiscent of his weird walking posture, Lu Li nodded and complimented: I admire painters the most. They create while sick, just like Van Gogh. Maybe you have never heard of this name.

When it comes to art, this handsome and quiet man has become much more talkative:

No, I know him. I met this man at a salon held by a friend in Paris last year. He is very imaginative and peculiar.

Well, if it wasn't for my talent, I would also like to be a painter.

Lu Li folded his hands, as if he was about to talk about art with Sickert. George wanted to interrupt him so anxiously, but he was worried about something bad, so he could only hold back.

Mr. Siegel, I'm curious, what do you think of your career?

In my opinion, painting is a great career, a life, not a tool for making a living.

Every day, I walk into the studio with enthusiasm and joy and start my day until the sun goes down and the dim light forces me to stop painting.