A Weird Theater That Started In London

If I can't be with my beloved painting career, I will be very miserable.

Sigurd, who was sitting opposite Lu Li, didn't look like a sick person at all. He was clean-shaven and neatly dressed, except for his strange walking posture.

At this moment, art seemed to make him forget his illness. Under the watchful eyes of Lu Li and George, he stood up and his voice gradually became higher, as if he was making a pilgrimage to the void.

hiss……

Suddenly, Sickert covered his crotch, his expression was extremely painful, and his face was flushed. Lu Li, who had studied acting, felt that in a hurry, if someone could pretend to be like this, he could go directly to receive the Oscar statuette.

Therefore, Lu Li didn't care about other things, and hurried forward to help him: You don't feel well, I can help you contact the doctor.

At this moment, Sickert's convulsive fingers kept rummaging in his pockets, and finally remembered something, and raised his finger to a drawing board.

The medicine is over there...help...help...

Beside the board, there was a paint stand, and besides some jars, there was a brown glass bottle.

Seeing this, George immediately put down the pen and paper, rushed over to fetch it.

Before the questioning started, the suspect became like this, and the whole process was outrageous.

What's this thing, won't it cause accidents?

A few seconds later, George Lasker frowned.

When he took the medicine bottle, Lu Li glanced at the label on the bottle: [Salicylic Acid]

In this day and age, very few people understand this stuff except for professionals who work in the medical industry.

However, from later generations, he once heard that his chemistry teacher popularized this ancient drug:

In the early nineteenth century, people extracted salicylic acid from plant leaves. Although it has analgesic and antipyretic effects, it has a strong corrosive effect on the esophagus and stomach.

Generally, it is only used by those who are in severe pain.

To put it simply, it is to relieve pain with pain.

Trouble for the two of you.

After pouring the liquid medicine into his mouth, Sickert collapsed on the seat, took a long breath, and seemed to have recovered.

Do you need to contact a doctor? I have a friend who is a professor of medicine at King's College. Maybe he can help you.

Lu Li made up his mind, regardless of whether this guy was really sick or not, he would ask something tonight.

I! Detective! Too emotional!

I'm sorry to trouble you, it's just some minor problems, it won't get in the way.

Sigel waved his hand, unwilling to say much.

Once tonight is over, there are only three days left, and there is no time to waste.

Thinking of this, Lu Li leaned close to George's ear and whispered a few words: Hurry up and send the coachman to Duke and ask him to come here, this kind of thing can't be delayed.

Well, at this time, don't be polite to him. If you have anything to ask, I'll be back in a while.

After saying that, Mr. Lasker pulled out the revolver, overwhelmed the hammer, and put it in the ready state, then stuffed it openly to Lu Li, turned and left.

You suspect me as a murderer.

In fact, no one can prove where I have been these two days.

Sickert stated the facts, with his pale lips and temples soaked in cold sweat, it made people feel unbearable.

However, those blue eyes, like his secret heart, are elusive.

Yes, the suspect, Mr. Siegel.

As he said that, Lu Li put away the gun and still leaned on his cane. He thought it was enough for self-defense and could knock people down with one blow.

Of course, there is a touch of hypocrisy.

In silence.

Why do you doubt me? The police said that Jack the Ripper was a refugee, and there are three witnesses to verify this statement.

Suddenly, Sicker pointed to the corner of the wall, the newspaper used to wrap the paint box, and the date was impressively written:

August 8, 1888!

Every day, the paper boy shoves the latest Times into the windowsill, even when I'm not in London.

Sickert straightened up, his melancholy eyes glanced at Lu Li's waist, where the gun was hanging.

Martha, the first victim, has nine pounds in her purse, all in gold.

It turns out that the money was left by the real murderer. If the murderer was a refugee from Eastern Europe, he would not ignore the money. Locusts are greedy by nature.

Mr. Painter.

Turning his head to glance at the wall clock, Lu Li said directly, It's my turn to ask you, is Murder in a Nameless Town your painting?

Yes, they were recently displayed in the gallery, have you seen them?

More than that, Mr. Lasker paid for them, and they are currently in the briefcase.

After saying that, Lu Li found that Sigurt was still expressionless, like a dead person.

Could you tell me about your mother? I know she is an Englishman, and that gives you a certain affection for this country. Every year, no matter how busy you are, you find time to live in London.

You know, art is in Paris, not in the city of smog. Except for acid rain and thick fog, it is difficult to see even the sun in this place.

At this time, Sickert turned his face away, buzzed his nose and said: I don't want to talk about privacy, can you leave?

certainly.

However, have you thought about how to deal with Mr. Lasker? I am willing to leave temporarily to give you time to think, but he will not leave so easily. The incompetence of Scotland Yard does not mean that the military...

Although Lu Li didn't finish his sentence, Sickert still understood what he meant, smiled gently, and said softly, Come upstairs with me, there are my most authentic paintings and things you want to know.

At this time, a woman's scream came from the door, followed by the voices of Linnaeus and Mr. Lasker.

Draw the gun, overwhelm the hammer, and falsely tap the trigger.

That should be a special model, and it was scheduled to meet in the apartment at nine o'clock tonight last Wednesday.

Facing Lu Li who suddenly became vigilant, Sigel explained: A woman's youth is too short. Wrinkles begin to appear after the age of thirty. If you don't use a brush to record the most beautiful stage, when they are old, what should they take to remember? Woolen cloth?

Um.

Lu Li couldn't deny it, and stared at Sigel with a gun while waiting for Mr. Lasker to come in.

Soon, a short woman walked into the living room. Frankly speaking, she was not like a model. Long-term malnutrition made her hair dry and her cheeks sunken. She looked like a newly settled refugee.

Mr. Lu Li, this woman claims to be a vagabond. She was invited by Sickert to act as a model for five pounds. She came once two weeks ago.

George Lasker leaned over and whispered something.

At the same time, facing the woman's suspicious eyes, Sickert shrugged his shoulders, pretended to be nonchalant, and smiled at her: You go upstairs to the studio first, I have something to talk to the two gentlemen.

Ma'am, I'm sorry to scare you. Go up first. In fact, we are friends, and we just have some business matters to talk about.

Lu Li squeezed out a smile.

Mr. Siegel is a good man...

The woman's voice is as thin as a mosquito.

In the end, she walked up the stairs under the watchful eyes of the three of them.

Click!

The sound of the door closing came from upstairs.

Time goes back to twenty years ago.

A little boy was tied to an iron bed to obey all the doctor's orders and endured the pain of needle pricking, scraping, and tearing.