Wine and Gun

Olga snorted approvingly and began writing and drawing in her own notebook.

Albarino continued to volley, and he made a piercing motion with his hand: "Then the pianist put the dead man on the stake - he was very strong - and opened his chest and abdomen with a sharp object You can see the strange curve where the knife mark extends to the abdomen, because the angle of the dead man was not good, which caused the murderer to deflect. By this time, the blood of the dead man will almost bleed."

Albarino can imagine that scene. He doesn't like torturing victims, because they are tools, paper and paint. As long as the tools are used properly, they don't need to worry so much before the work is formed... But he Having seen so many murders, he could imagine the scene as vividly as if he had committed it himself.

The warm touch of cutting open the victim's chest, the heart beating close at hand. Is it a temptation to reach out and tear the heart of the dead at this time? In any case, the pianist is not so gān.

"He opened the chest, then strangled the dead, and then took out the heart," Albarino murmured. Sounds a little wrong...the sequence is weird.

"I understand that strangulation must be the last step for a pianist," Olga apparently also found the problem, "then why cut the dead first and then strangle? That way, the dead will not die of excessive blood loss first. Is it? He can indeed gain pleasure by torturing the victim, but is the pleasure so important that it has the potential to disrupt his obsessive-compulsive killing process?"

"Unless," Albarino stared at the void, as if hoping to see the bloody side of another killer there. "He opened the chest and abdomen of the deceased in advance to... oh!"

The other two didn't understand what he was doing. Albarino quickly rushed back to the mobile autopsy car and buried his hands in the belly of the deceased again. They could all hear the thick, dark red blood pushing against his fingers, which was a little chilling.

"He put something else in it, he must have put it in while the deceased was still alive." Albarino said quickly, "It must have fallen between the organs of the deceased. If you think about it in this direction, you must have not touched it..."

The other two looked at him with wide-eyed eyes, and Albarino's hand groped around the belly of the dead man for a while, like a hungry man trying to find hidden treasure. After a while he took out another handful of things: "These—in the abdominal cavity, fell behind the stomach, I didn't notice it just now."

The other two approached, and Albarino's bloody hands were holding some particles that were completely soaked in blood and darkened, and his hands could feel their smooth and hard touch through the gloves. He knew what it was, and even, he already knew why the Westland pianist designed the crime scene like this.

It's funny, he agrees with Olga's statement in his heart, this lunatic actually hides such tortuous and layered metaphors in his scene, but it's a pity that maybe the police will never be able to detect what the pianist wants to express. Undoubtedly a pity.

(Although there is a small corner in his heart that is gloating, after all, this bastard robbed his chosen victim)

——But anyway, he finally got some interest in that serial killer.

"What's this?" Bates asked, anyway, he seemed eager to take this thing back to the lab for testing, and it was true that he could read the words eager to try on this steady guy's face. not easy.

Albarino stared at his bloody hand, which held a handful of grains, with some warmth still remaining in the corpse's belly. About twelve hours ago, the pianist also stuffed this thing into the stomach of the Great Norman. This is the most important part of the whole work, which shows the whole theme.

"Wheat," he replied in a low voice.

Chapter 4 The Seal of Cain 03

By the time Albarino and Olga arrived at the Westland City Police Station, the rǔ white sunlight had once again poured into the streets. The police station is filled with a mix of convenience food, bad coffee, and exhaustion overflowing from the surface of the human body. Walking into this office building, you can taste two "desperation" on the tip of your tongue. entity of the word.

The two of them had come to deliver the autopsy report to Sergeant Hardy, and the body, with its many and varied bruises, took Albarino five hours. Bates had returned to the CSI lab with a dozen bags of evidence, and they wouldn't see him for a while unless he could actually find identifying fingerprints on those pieces of cloth.

Now, the entire police station is obviously full of police officers who haven't rested all night because of the pianist's new case. Albarino and Olga bought a vending machine sandwich each on the way to feed their hunger, and now it's cold The crust and tasteless peanut butter still seemed to stick firmly to his palate.

I have to admit, even at his age, standing under a shadowless lamp all night without sleep is a bit top-heavy, and Officer Hardy, who hurried towards him, looked even worse—his eyes were full of Full of bloodshots, the shadows under the eyes spread like the pool of blood at the crime scene.

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