Wine and Gun

I retorted: "It could also be that he stepped on the tile when he broke the cup, do you remember? The killer took his shoes and socks."

McCard shook his head: "I was there when the doctor treated him, he didn't have any wounds on his feet, and his hands—"

"His hands are full of wounds, so they lose the value of identification; but in your opinion, you infer blood from his hands by exclusion." I said, and McCard nodded reluctantly. .

I went through his arguments in my head, and apparently the course of things is now obvious in his position: the broken porcelain piece has Herstal's blood on it, but Herstal has basically no way of cutting through the tile Skin, unless he really hid the porcelain in his hand to grind the rope, so the state of the rope's cut marks and the blood on the porcelain have a reasonable explanation.

- But then, the china should have been left in the locked basement with Herstal.

"Al has no way to get that tile, do you want to express that?" I asked, "but even if you follow this line of thinking, there are a few points: First, do you mean that Al entered the basement, but Didn't save Herstal, only took his survival kit? Second, why didn't Herstal point this out while taking the transcript?"

Now that I've asked this, I feel a little sympathetic to him, because there really is a hint of embarrassment on his face that can only be shown when someone is close to a desperate situation.

"Maybe Dr. Bacchus wants to let this happen, he wants Amallet to die," he said gruffly, "and the only people who are targeting Amalet right now, I can only think of the pianist and the gardener."

"What kind of argument is this? I think there are probably tens of thousands of families of victims in the entire city of Westland who would rather die because the murderer was exonerated, are they still targeting Herstal?" I couldn't help but complain. .

"Amarette is clearly being targeted by pianists and gardeners, the deaths of those involved in his case, the bouquet of flowers on his desk are examples." McCard raised his voice a little. "These things are not settled yet. , and then he was kidnapped by the killer Qiáng Ni, all this will not be so coincidental!"

"Prosecutors absolutely do not believe this sentence." I said gān stubbornly.

McCard shook his head and continued to put other things on the table, obviously his evidence was not finished: a call log showing that Elliot Evans received a call tonight, only a few tens of seconds long .

"It's a disposable phone with no provenance, and Armalite mentioned that in the transcript, saying that Evans went mad after a phone call," McCard mused. Unusual, isn't it? Evans didn't have many friends at all, and the numbers in his address book were pitiful, and who on earth called him on a one-off phone, and then his mood suddenly went out of control?—I remind you By the way, my call happened within minutes after Officer Hardy went to apply for a search warrant and you called Dr. Bucks to let him know what was going on."

"So you are suspecting that after Al received my call and learned that the police were about to start arresting him, he called the killer Qiáng Ni to remind him?" I read his obvious hint, "This led to the killer Qiáng Ni suddenly went mad and almost accidentally killed Herstal, who had been careful not to provoke him?"

"I think there is a possibility, and then Dr. Bucks chose to act without authorization and entered the crime scene alone - although the reason he gave was that he knocked on the door as a friend, but no one answered the door, because he was worried Just broke in." McCard gān admitted it crisply, "but I don't believe it, Molozer. As I said, there were too many coincidences: the bloodstained shard of porcelain, the rope. , that phone call, and even Dr. Barris already knew Elliott Evans—there's no way there could be such a coincidence in the world."

"Although I really want to remind you that there are a lot of coincidences in the world..." I couldn't help laughing, this was probably the worst reaction to make in this situation, his face darkened visibly to the naked eye. "But let me ask you this: If Albarino really wanted to kill Herstal as you said, why didn't Herstal say it when he took the transcript? He was taken by Al. The one with the only sharp object in his hand."

That's it: the logical loophole that McArd couldn't get around.

He stuck like a clockwork toy for a long time, and then his voice dropped when he spoke again: "...I don't understand."

I continued: "And if, as you guessed, the pianist and the gardener were in a killing contest around Herstal, what would be the rules of the race to kill Herstal by the hands of another serial killer? That would amount to Right off the track, right?"

McCard paused for a long, long time before admitting, "It really doesn't make sense."

"Not only that, but then you have to explain the Bob Langdon case: The truth of the matter is that a serial killer killed another serial killer's ex-girlfriend?" I asked, "Albarino was involved with Hestad. He was involved in a killer competition related to Ernest and then asked this person to be his defense attorney?"

McArd shook his head: "Speaking of this, I'm really skeptical now - did Sarah Aardman really kill Langdon? Why does that knife have Dr. Bacchus' fingerprints on it?"

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