A Weird Theater That Started In London

　　 Countless times, the doctor tied him up like a beast, while several nurses grabbed his limbs and performed corrective operations without anesthesia.

　　 This kind of pain is comparable to forced castration.

　　The reason for this is that Sieg suffers from hereditary physiological malformations and must undergo many operations before he can restore some of his functions.

　　 At this moment, Sieg, who was telling his childhood experience, looked down and gaunt. His eyes were low and he did not want to look at others because he was afraid of seeing mockery and contempt.

　　 When he was young, many playmates who knew this problem insulted him, and even his father could not help but laugh at him when he was drunk.

　　 "Sir, our intention was not like this..."

　　 Lu Cheng has a sense of absurdity. He now feels that he is extorting a confession by torture, like a weak person swinging a knife.

　　On the way here, who would have thought that a young painter who was handsome in appearance and was in the upper class would have such an unfortunate experience.

　　Perhaps, "The Murder in an Unknown Town" is an expression of his own experience, it's just that he has done some artistic processing.

　　 Besides, everyone has a dark side. It would be too arbitrary to judge Sieg to be the murderer based on a few pictures.

　　 Mr. Lasker, who has always been acting like a black face, was equally upset and apologized: "I'm sorry, but let you remember those past events. Make an appointment. We will visit again later..."

　　 However, before finishing speaking, he was interrupted by Lu Li.

　　 "Mr. Seager, can you take us to the studio upstairs for a tour?"

　　 Sympathy returns to sympathy, and there must be one step in the process.

　　 In case of misjudgment of the identity of the murderer because of the overflow of the heart of the Virgin, then not only do you have to go to some inferior class, but also bring Duke with you.

　　 "Don't be too nervous, it's just a personal request."

　　 After finishing speaking, Lu Li stared at Si Ge, hoping to see some clues from his face. However, apart from pursing the corners of his mouth and nodding helplessly, the painter had no other actions.

　　 A moment later, with the support of Mr. Lask, Sieg got up, walked ahead and led the way, begging in his tone: "Please help keep the secret, and don't let the lady know."

　　 "As it should be."

　　 Lu Li immediately gave a promise, but he already had a judgment in his heart: This man has a problem!

　　 Judging from the current situation, the suspect seems to be deliberately establishing personality, such as: childhood misfortune, weak personality, and the body has collapsed to the point where it is difficult to act.

　　 This is not a subjective guess. According to the information provided by the informant, it is not difficult to find that the old lady in the neighbourhood dislikes Sieg, saying that his life is disorderly and has a disdainful attitude.

　　 There is a contradiction between the two.

　　 Click.

　　 The door to the studio on the second floor opened.

　　Behind the door, the thin female model's smile began to disappear, her tone could not be concealed: "Sir, are you finished talking?"

"Not yet."

　　 Lu Li shook his head at her, and at the same time glanced at the studio without a trace.

Um……

　　 is very strange, there are no dark works, but they are really strange.

　　 George Lask, who has been acting as a tool, was shocked by the paintings in front of him.

　　 Among the dozens of works, nearly half are self-portraits of Mr. Seager. In the portraits, he is either dressed in a ruffled skirt or a fitted dress with hip pads.

　　 God closes a door and opens a window.

　　 For Mr. Seager, the only lucky thing is that God gave him a face that makes women jealous, perfect nose and chin, blond hair, especially those blue eyes, without a trace of variegation.

　　Women's lady?

　　 Lu Li quickly suppressed this terrible idea and continued to look at other paintings.

　　The Virgin and the Son (religious subject)

　　 Body painting (Renaissance style)

　　 Although the women in the painting are dressed very coolly, they are still acceptable compared to women's clothing.

　　 "Mr. Seager, the last two questions."

　　 Lu Li calmed his mind, and said in a deep voice, "You said you haven't gone out these days, so what should you eat to fill your stomach?"

　　 Since entering the door until now, the female model has been waiting for a long time, feeling a little impatient, and she has already seen that Lu Li and others are not good, so she mumbled dissatisfiedly: "Of course it is bread."

　　 "Three days ago, I bought some food at the bakery on the corner of the street. Some have not been eaten yet. Would you like to see it? They are all in this studio."

　　 said, Sieg pointed to the corner of the wall.

　　 A piece of oiled paper cloth, with a few pieces of white bread placed inside, and an empty water cup.

　　 Listening to Sieger’s words, Mr. Lasker’s heart is a bit complicated: This poor painter should not be the murderer, but Mr. Lu Li is still reluctant, and he deliberately picked up the old bread and observed it carefully. Could it be that he found something?

　　 "Well, do you mind if I ask one more question?" Unfortunately, Lu Li didn't seem to be asking for advice, and then asked, "What new work do you have in the past few days?"

　　 Sieg made a recollection and pointed to the two drawing boards in the middle of the studio and said, "I was fine yesterday afternoon. I drew an impromptu sketch."

　　 "I got inspiration this morning and I am preparing to paint an oil painting. Therefore, I got up later in the afternoon and laid out the background color on the drawing paper to make a tone. Would you like to open the opening cloth for you to see?"

　　 "No, what was the scrap during the period?"

　　 Lu Li still couldn't ask marginal questions.

　　 However, the female model dedicated to protecting Seag was unbearable, and she warned, "What do you want to do, Mr. Seag is a decent and energetic kind."

　　'S humble insights made her think that Lu Li and the others were in plain clothes, deliberately blackmailing Sieg——

　　 Some plainclothes often appear in the slums, and they blackmail money under the guise of investigating the case.

　　 "Madam, frankly speaking, I am also very energetic."

　　Mr. Lask was puzzled, but his stand was always firm, but his words made Lu Li some play, always feeling like a villain.

　　 "There is no scrap."

On the side, Sige, who had a mild temper, was not angry, and patient, explained to a few laymen: "Mr. Lu Li, you may not know that old bread can not only be used to eat belly, but also as an eraser to remove pencils. print."

　　 "I can testify."

　　 "Two weeks ago, Mr. Seager demonstrated in this studio. He also said that bread crumbs can make the tone softer..."

　　 It's really not easy for a wandering warbler to remember these things. She stammered for a long time, and finally fell silent.

　　 Click!

　　 The sound of the hands entering the frame is clear and audible.

　　 At ten o'clock in the evening, the progress of the investigation seemed to be hindered and stagnated.

　　 "Mr. Detective, it's getting late. It's better to go to the other suspects first. I will send Linnaeus outside to stare at him."

　　 At this time, Mr. Lask approached and whispered in Lu Li's ear: "Besides, Professor Duke will be there soon. It just takes time to check the cause of the disease. Staggered actions can improve efficiency."

　　 Everyone's eyes shifted to Lu Li, either confused, disgusted, or indifferent.

　　 "Sir, you can quickly ask the last question, if you can, I want to finish the painting sooner."

　　 Sieg always maintained a willingness to communicate and cooperate, which made Mr. Lask feel complicated, and he couldn't help but want to take back his previous evaluation on the carriage.

　　 "No need, Mr. Seager, you are lying."

　　 Lu Li has a calm tone.

"what?"

　　 Mr. Lask raised his head in surprise, he felt that his IQ was not enough.

　　 And this understatement made the studio quiet again.

　　 "Actually, I have never studied painting. If I hadn't heard a story, I'm afraid I really don't know that you are lying."

　　 After the words fell, Sieg shrugged and replied in a very low tone: "What story, don't be kidding..."

　　 "The story of bread and painting."

　　 As he said, Lu Li pulled out the revolver and handed it to Mr. Lask to signal him to take precautions.

"Miss Mitcham runs a small bakery on the corner of the street. She is in good conditions and longs for love. It just so happened that recently there was a middle-aged customer who frequented her bakery. polite.

　　 Gradually, the amorous heart of the female boss began to throb, and she secretly paid attention to the customer. Once, Miss Mitcham noticed a reddish-brown stain on his finger, and immediately concluded that the customer was an unknown artist, living in poverty—every time he only bought the cheapest stale bread, not fresh bread. .

She decided to add some nutrition to the artist~www.wuxiamtl.com~One day at noon, the customer came to buy stale bread as usual. The passionate female boss secretly stuffed a large piece of butter into the stale bread, and then pressed the bread tightly. , And wrapped it in paper, and handed it back. "

　　 At this point, Lu Li raised the white bread in his hand and squeezed it fiercely. The butter and fruit in it spattered out.

　　 Seeing this, Sieg had a somewhat slumped face, and he became a little looser, leaning on the sofa as if resigned to his fate.

　　 As for Mr. Lask, he noticed something wrong from the suspect's expressions and movements, and instantly became vigilant, and directly overwhelmed the hammer of the revolver.

　　" After getting the bread, the customer did not become suspicious. He smiled and picked up the food and left. The female boss couldn't help but smiled, but her heart was a little flustered, for fear that this action might hurt the artist's fragile self-esteem.

　　 Throughout the afternoon, her mind kept wandering about this matter. I often wonder if the artist picks up the bread and water for lunch and bites into the sweet butter. Can he appreciate it? Thinking of this, Miss Mitcham's face flushed.

At this moment, the artist rushed in with his companions, and saw his face flushed red, and clenched his fists, shook her fiercely towards Miss Mitcham, and roared, "You ruined me!" Why add something to the stale bread! Damn old woman!"

　　 Then, Miss Mitcham learned the truth. It turned out that the man is not an artist. He is an architectural pattern designer. Recently, he is busy drawing a floor plan. For drawing, you need to draw the manuscript with a pencil first, and after the ink is finished, wipe off the pencil mark with the stale bread, but after adding butter, everything is ruined..."

　　 Sieg felt his heart sink suddenly, and his entire face collapsed.