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

    Did he see something? It must have been strongly stimulated.

    But can a crazy man provide valuable clues?

    Lu Li felt that the case was getting more and more difficult. It was like a runaway carriage. The driver in charge 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 lost his son according to the murderer''s opening of the victim''s abdominal cavity, or that he had been abandoned by his biological mother since childhood, perhaps it was too narrow.

    Let''s start with an empty definition:

    The killer lacks some emotion.

    With this in mind, he turned to George and asked in a deep voice, "Mr. Lasker, what kind of person is the mother of his royal highness?"

    "She deserves all praise."

    "When Albert''s father lingered in the beds of married women, she adhered to her loyalty and cared for every Royal member."

    Speaking of this, George Lasker seemed to have a deep understanding. He gave a cold hum and said angrily, "I don''t know when in the upper class society, women, in addition to their husbands, have several lover knights, which have become an elegant fashion."

    A traditional and decent man, whose origin is very mysterious, knows many secrets of the upper class circle.

    The above is Lu Li''s evaluation of Mr. Lasker. Therefore, what he said is highly credible. Therefore, don''t hurry to visit the emperor''s grandson.

    "Where does Walter Sieger live?"

    With a little silence, Lu Li looked at linnai and had made a decision in his heart.

    Unfortunately, George is a bit talkative and always likes to interrupt others. He clenched his fist: "are you going to visit this ugly painter first? That''s great. I think there''s something wrong with this guy!"

    "Linnai, clean the gun and load the bullets. This man must be a fugitive. You should guard the gate at that time. Although I''m sure to control him, I still have to guard against him in advance."

    Lu Lifu''s forehead was a little helpless in his heart.

    "Mr. Lasker, before finding out the truth, don''t have any prejudice against the suspect. Besides, a few curious paintings don''t explain anything. I just feel it necessary to talk to him."

    Even if Lu Li thought that sig was not a good man, he wouldn''t be so rude. Well, he should be straightforward.

    Hearing the speech, George looked at his pocket watch and said, "it''s seven forty now. I hope he can stay at home honestly."

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

    8 p.m.

    Apartment 16 calvay street.

    A carriage stopped, and the coachman silently took out his favorite Winchester, with tobacco in his mouth, and was on guard.

    And Linnaeus, who was tall and strong, knocked on the door.

    "Does the painter Sieg live here?"

    A rude but clear voice echoed outside the apartment. The old lady living next door heard the movement and secretly opened the curtains.

    It happened that he looked at Lu Li who was looking at the surrounding environment.

    "Presumably, she is the one who provides information. I can go over and have a chat later. I hope the old man doesn''t go to bed too early, or I''m sorry."

    At the thought that he was about to meet the bloody butcher, Lu Li was inexplicably excited. He was abnormally chatty and wanted to talk bad.

    "As a good citizen, everyone has the obligation to cooperate with the investigation. She will understand."

    Mr. Lasker was equally excited, as if a great revenge was about to be avenged, and his fingers tapped the handle of the gun in a certain rhythm.

    "Who?"

    Someone''s downstairs.

    There were bursts of footsteps in the house, but they were dragging and seemed to walk very slowly.

    Lu Li came to the door and listened. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and then he lost his movement.

    "Who''s outside?"

    The sound sounded again.

    "Eastern District Civil self defense force, I need Mr. SiGe''s help to confirm something," Lu Li said loudly.

    "I am. Please come in."

    The door opened, and a man who looked different from what he expected appeared in front of the three. He had nothing to do with evil spirits. Instead, he had a good-looking face and slender figure. Especially his blue eyes were as clear and clean as the lake.

    After saluting, Sieg took a step back and waited patiently for the visitors to enter.

    A gentleman who is very popular with girls.

    Rich, handsome and polite.

    Lu Li subconsciously made a judgment.

    "Linnai, wait outside. I''ll go in with Mr. Lu Li."

    At this time, George loosened his grip on the handle of the gun and took the lead in stepping into the door. Lu Li also put down his rifle on his shoulder and gave it to linnai for safekeeping, and then walked in with a walking stick.

    Click!

    The door closed.

    "Would you like coffee?"

    Sieg walked ahead to lead the way and showed great composure, but his walking posture was very strange, as if he didn''t dare to step.

    Hearing the speech, Lu Li immediately refused: "no, thank you."

    Between the words, the three came to the living room. Specifically, it should be a studio, but several soft stools were placed between siege''s countless drawing boards.

    There was a silence.

    George is worried that his straightforward character will cause trouble for the detective, and Lu Li is observing the paintings around him and thinking about where to ask first.

    In the eye, the mother holds the baby. Each mother has different faces, but the facial lines are very soft. At first glance, it is a loving mother, and the baby shows virginity either sleeping or laughing.

    Virgin and son.

    An enduring theme.

    It''s just that a devout believer will draw the picture group of murder in unknown town?

    In the dignified atmosphere, Sieg was still silent and asked, "what can I do for you?"

    "I''ll be frank. What''s your itinerary these two days? Will you attend the art salon in the evening or get together with your friends?"

    George took notes of the conversation and tried to put pressure on the suspect, while Lu Li sat loose and talked to Sieg in a relaxed posture.

    "I''m not feeling well. I didn''t go anywhere except painting and rest at home."

    Thinking of his strange walking posture, Lu Li nodded and complimented: "I admire painters most. I create with illness, just like Van Gogh. Maybe you have never heard of this name."

    When it comes to art, the handsome man with few words becomes 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 strange."

    "Alas, if it weren''t for my talent, I would also like to be a painter."

    Lu Li folded his hands and seemed to be ready to talk about art with Sieg. He was so anxious that George wanted to interrupt, but he could only hold back and worry about bad things.

    "Mr. Sieger, I''m curious. What do you think of your career?"

    "No, in my opinion, painting is a great cause, a life, not a means of making a living."

    "Every day, I am full of enthusiasm and enter the studio with a happy mood to start my new day. Until the sun sets, the dim light forces me to stop my brush."