V1.Chapter 22

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

Sitting opposite Lu Li, SIG looked nothing like a sick man. His beard was shaved clean and his clothes were neat, except for his strange walking posture.

At this moment, art seemed to make him forget his illness. Under the gaze of Lu Li and George, he stood up, and his voice became higher and higher, like a pilgrimage to the void.

"Hiss..."

Suddenly, Sieg covered his crotch, his expression was very painful, and his face turned red. Lu Li, who had studied acting, felt in a hurry. If someone could pretend to be like this, he could directly get the Oscar.

"What's wrong with you? I can contact the doctor."

Therefore, Lu Li couldn't care about others and hurried forward to help.

At the moment, Sieg's convulsed fingers kept rummaging in his pocket. Finally, he remembered something and raised his hand to a drawing board.

"The medicine is over there... Help... Help..."

Next to the board, there is a paint rack. In addition to a few cans, there is a brown glass bottle.

Seeing this, George immediately put down his pen and paper, rushed over and took it.

The suspect became like this before he began to ask questions. The whole process can be called outrageous.

"What's this? Won't something happen?"

A few seconds later, Mr. Lasker frowned.

When taking the medicine bottle, Lu Li glanced at the label attached to the bottle: [salicylic acid]

In this era, few people understand this thing except professionals in the medical industry.

However, from later generations, he once heard that chemistry teachers popularized this ancient medicine:

In the early 19th century, salicylic acid was extracted from plant leaves. Although it has the effect of analgesia and antipyretic, it has a strong corrosive effect on the esophagus and stomach.

Generally speaking, only those with severe pain will take it.

In short, it is to relieve pain with pain.

"Trouble you two."

After pouring the liquid medicine into his mouth, Sieg collapsed on the seat and took a breath, which seemed to slow down.

"Do you need to contact a doctor? I have a friend who is a medical professor at King's college. Maybe he can help you."

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

I! A detective! Numb feelings!

"I'm sorry to trouble you. It's just some small problems. It won't get in the way."

Sieg waved his hand, unwilling to say more.

After tonight, there are only two days left. There is no time to waste.

Thinking of this, Lu Li came to George's ear and whispered, "you should send the driver to find Duke and let him come here. This kind of thing can't be delayed."

"Well, don't be polite to him at this time. Ask him if you have anything. I'll be back in a minute."

After that, George pulled out the revolver, overwhelmed the hammer and put it in a ready state, then put it squarely into Lu Li and turned away.

"You suspect me to be the murderer."

"In fact, no one can prove where I went these two days."

Sieger stated the facts, with his white lips and sideburns soaked in cold sweat, which made people unbearable.

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

"Yes, suspect, Mr. Sieger."

With that, Lu Li put the gun away and still leaned on a walking stick. He thought it was enough to defend himself and put people down at once.

Of course, there is a trace of affectation.

In silence.

"Why doubt me? The police said Jack the Ripper was a refugee, and three witnesses verified this statement."

Suddenly, Sieg pointed to the corner of the wall, the newspaper used to wrap the paint box. The date read:

August 9, 1888!

"Every day, the newsboy will stuff the latest times into the windowsill, even if I'm not in London."

SIG straightened up and looked at Lu Li's waist with melancholy eyes. There was a gun hanging there.

"Martha, the first victim, had nine pounds in her purse, all gold coins."

"I see. The money is left by the real murderer. If the murderer is a refugee from Eastern Europe, he will not ignore the money. Locusts are greedy."

"Mr. painter."

Glancing at the wall clock, Lu Li said directly, "I asked you this round. Is murder in an unknown town your painting?"

"Yes, they have been hung in the gallery recently. Have you seen them?"

"More than that, Mr. Lasker paid for them and put them in his briefcase."

After talking, Lu Li found that SiGe was still expressionless, like a dead man.

"Can you tell me about your mother? I know that she is an Englishman, which makes you have some feelings for this country. No matter how busy you are, you will find time to live in London for some time every year."

"You know, art is in Paris, not in the fog city. It is difficult to see the sun except acid rain and thick fog."

At this time, Sieg turned his face, hummed his nose and said, "I don't want to talk about privacy. Can you leave?"

"Of course."

"But have you figured out how to deal with Mr. Lasker? I'm willing to leave temporarily to give you time to think, but he won't leave so easily. Scotland Yard's incompetence doesn't mean the military..."

Although Lu Li didn't finish his words, SiGe understood his meaning, smiled gently and said softly, "go upstairs with me. There are my most real paintings and what you want to know."

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

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

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

In the face of Lu Li who suddenly became vigilant, Sieg explained: "women's youth is too short. They begin to wrinkle after the age of 30. If they don't use a brush to record the most beautiful stage, what should they take to remember when they get old?"

"Yes."

Lu Li could not deny it. He stared at the armed SIG and waited for Mr. Lasker to come in.

Soon, a short woman walked into the living room. Frankly, she was not like a model. Her long-term malnutrition made her hair dry and her cheeks sunken. It seemed that she was a newly settled refugee.

"Mr. Lu Li, this woman claims to be a wandering warbler. She was invited by SiGe to be a model for five pounds."

George Lasker leaned over and whispered a few words.

"You go upstairs first. I have something to talk to two gentlemen." Sieg shrugged and smiled at the woman very gentlemanly.

Twenty years ago, a little boy was tied to an iron bed and obeyed the orders of all doctors. He was suffering from acupuncture, scraping and tearing. The doctor forcibly separated his thighs and bound him like a castrated pig. Several nurses firmly grasped his limbs and made him motionless.