Countless times, the doctor tied him firmly like an animal, while several nurses grabbed his limbs and carried out corrective surgery without anesthesia.

    This pain is comparable to forced castration.

    The reason for this is that Sieg has hereditary physiological malformations and must undergo many operations to restore some functions.

    At this moment, Sieg, who narrated his childhood experience, looked down and haggard. He looked down and didn''t want to look at others for fear of ridicule and contempt.

    When he was young, many playmates who knew this problem insulted him. Even his father could not help laughing at him when he was drunk.

    "Sir, we didn''t mean that..."

    Lu Lixin feels absurd. Now he feels that he is extorting a confession by torture, like a weak man waving a knife.

    On the way here, who would have thought that a handsome young painter who went in and out of the upper class should have this unfortunate experience.

    Perhaps the murder of unknown town is his expression of his own experience, but he has carried out some artistic processing.

    Besides, everyone has a dark side. It would be too arbitrary to judge Sieg as the murderer according to several paintings.

    Mr. Lasker, who had been playing a black face, was also unhappy and apologized: "I''m sorry to remind you of those past events. Make an appointment and we''ll visit again later..."

    However, before he finished, he was interrupted by Lu Li.

    "Mr. Sieger, can you show us around the studio upstairs?"

    Sympathy is compassion, and one step of the process should be taken.

    If you misjudge the identity of the murderer because of the overflow of the virgin heart, you will not only go to the inferior class, but also follow Duke with bad luck.

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

    With that, Lu Li stared at SiGe, 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 action.

    A moment later, with the help of Mr. Lasker, Sieg got up and led the way, pleading in a tone: "please help keep the secret and don''t let the lady know."

    "Well deserved."

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

    According to the current situation, the suspect seems to be deliberately setting up personal devices, such as unfortunate childhood, weak personality and physical collapse to the point of difficult action.

    This is not subjective speculation. According to the information provided by the informant, it is not difficult to find that the old lady of the neighbor hates SIG and says he has a bad life and a disdainful attitude.

    There is a contradiction between the two.

    Click.

    The door of the studio on the second floor is open.

    Behind the door, the thin female model''s smile began to disappear, and her tone was hard to hide her loss: "Sir, are you finished?"

    "Not yet."

    Lu Li nodded to her and glanced at the studio without trace.

    Um

    It''s strange that there are no works with dark style, but they are really strange.

    George Lasker, who has always been a tool, was shocked by the paintings in front of him.

    Nearly half of the dozens of works are self portraits of Mr. Sieger. In the portraits, he is either dressed in a Ruffle Skirt or a fit dress with hip pads.

    God closes a door and opens a window.

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

    Women''s wear boss?

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

    Virgin and son (religious theme)

    Body painting (Renaissance style)

    Although it is cool to wear, it is still acceptable compared with women''s clothes.

    "Mr. Sieger, the last two questions."

    Lu Li said in a deep voice, "you said you didn''t go out these days, so what do you eat to satisfy your stomach?"

    From entering the door to now, the female model has been waiting for a long time. She is a little impatient. In addition, she has already seen that Lu Li and others are not good, so she grumbled discontentedly: "of course it''s bread."

    "Three days ago, I bought some food from the bakery on the corner. Some haven''t finished yet. Would you like to see them? They''re all in this studio."

    With that, Sieg pointed to the corner.

    A piece of oilpaper cloth with several pieces of white bread and an empty water cup.

    Mr. Lasker''s heart is a little complicated after hearing what Sieger said: the poor painter should not be the murderer. However, Mr. Lu Li is still reluctant to let go. He also deliberately picked up those old bread and observed it carefully. Did he find anything?

    "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''s your new work these two days?"

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

    "I got inspiration this morning and I''m going to paint an oil painting. Therefore, I''ll get up later in the afternoon and lay the background color on the drawing paper. Do I want to lift the opening cloth for you to see?"

    "No, is there any waste manuscript during the period?"

    Lu Li still asked irrelevant questions.

    However, the female model who wholeheartedly defended Sieg couldn''t stand it and warned: "what do you want to do? Mr. Sieg is an individual and energetic person."

    Her humble knowledge made her think that Lu Li and others were in plain clothes and were deliberately blackmailing SiGe——

    Some plain clothes often appear in the slums. They extort money in the name of investigating cases.

    "Madam, frankly, I''m also very energetic."

    Mr. Lasker had doubts, but his position was always firm. However, his words made Lu Li play a little, and he always felt like a villain.

    On one side, the mild tempered Sieg was not angry and was patient. He explained to several laymen, "Mr. Lu Li, you may not know that old bread can not only be used to eat, but also be used as an eraser to remove pencil marks."

    "I can testify."

    "Two weeks ago, Mr. Sieger demonstrated in this painting room. He also said that bread crumbs can be played softer..."

    It''s not easy for a migratory warbler to remember these. She stammered for a long time and finally became silent.

    Click!

    The sound of the needle entering the grid is clear and audible.

    At 10:00 p.m., the progress of the investigation seems to have stalled.

    "Detective, it''s getting late. It''s better to go to other suspects first. I''ll send linnai to stare at him outside."

    At this time, Mr. Lasker got close and whispered in Luli''s ear, "besides, Professor Duke will arrive soon. It just takes time to check the cause. Staggered action can improve efficiency."

    Everyone''s eyes moved to Lu Li, or doubt, or disgust, or indifference.

    "Sir, please ask one last question quickly. If you can, I want to finish the painting early."

    Sieger always maintained the attitude of willing to communicate and cooperate, which made Mr. Lasker feel complicated. He couldn''t help but want to take back his previous evaluation on the carriage.

    "No, Mr. Sieger, you''re lying."

    Lu Li''s tone was firm.

    "What?"

    Mr. Lasker looked up in surprise. He felt that his IQ was not enough.

    And this understatement made the studio quiet again.

    "In fact, I''ve never studied painting. If I hadn''t heard a story, I''m afraid I didn''t know you were lying."

    Then, Sieg shrugged and replied in a very low tone: "what story, don''t be kidding..."

    "The story of bread and painting."

    With that, Lu Li pulled out the runner gun and handed it to Mr. Lasker, indicating that he should take precautions.

    "Miss Mitcham runs a small bakery on the street corner. She has superior conditions and is eager for love. Coincidentally, a middle-aged customer often patronizes her bakery recently. He looks ordinary, but his appearance is neat and polite.

    Gradually, the affectionate heart of the female boss began to throb, and she secretly watched the customer. Once, Miss Mitcham noticed a reddish brown stain on his finger, and immediately determined that the customer was an artist who was not yet famous and lived in poverty - she only bought the cheapest old bread instead of fresh bread every time.

    She decided to nourish the artist.

    At noon one day, the customer came to buy old bread as usual. The affectionate female boss secretly stuffed a large piece of butter into the old bread, pressed the bread tightly, wrapped it in paper and handed it back. "

    Speaking of this, Lu Liyang picked up the white bread in his hand, which contained butter and all kinds of fruits, and SiGe''s face was a little decadent, a little loose, and leaned on the sofa like a life.

    As for Mr. Lasker, he noticed something wrong from the suspect''s look and action, immediately became vigilant and directly overwhelmed the hammer of the runner gun.

    "After getting the bread, the customer didn''t get suspicious. He smiled and took the food away, and Miss Martha couldn''t help smiling. However, she was a little flustered for fear that this move would hurt the artist''s fragile self-esteem.

    Throughout the afternoon, her mind always revolved around this matter. She often wondered whether the artist could understand it when he took bread and water for lunch and bit sweet butter. Miss Mitcham''s face flushed at the thought.

    Just then, the artist rushed in with his companion. His face turned red, clenched his fist, shook hard at Miss Martha and roared, "you ruined me! Why add something to old bread! Damn old woman!"

    Later, Miss Mitcham learned the truth. It turned out that the man was not an artist. He was an architectural designer and was busy drawing a floor plan recently. For drawing, he needed to draw the draft in pencil first, and then wipe the pencil print off with old bread after inking. However, after adding butter, everything was destroyed... "

    Sieg felt his heart sink suddenly and his whole face collapse.