Wine and Gun

I couldn't help blinking. "Are you really trying to say that Al did kill his ex-girlfriend and left his fingerprints; but soon the CSI found his memorabilia of the deceased at Langdon's house?"

"It's really unexplainable, do you think he might have an accomplice?" McCard asked.

"It's a bit absurd, McCard." I laughed. "Is it his accomplice who threw the next dead man at the police station door?"

"I don't know, there's still a lot of unexplainable things about this, but assuming -- just assuming that the guess works, at least explains that mint, doesn't it?" McCard frowned. "That's not Langdon's style. , he had no such particular criminal signature before."

In any case, I have to agree with him: that mint is really not Langdon's style.

"Then you have to say that Langdon's death is also 80% by the same person? Al killed his ex-girlfriend, intending to make Langdon guilty, and then killed Langdon to silence? This is the only one considered from this perspective. A possible explanation? That way, mint could be seen as a mockery of his WLPD." I couldn't help asking, "Let's not say if he's complicit in putting girls' hair under the floor of Langdon's house, Let's just talk: Was Al still in prison when the pianist killed Langdon? Could he really be the pianist?"

"I checked the papers and he was released hours before the incident," he said. "If he had an accomplice—"

"My God, McCard." I can only sigh, what else can I say?

McCard insists: "He fits the profile: high IQ, police-related background; you can tell he can't have a long-term relationship with a partner, like most serial killers like that—"

"Don't you realize you're totally targeting him?" I cried. "It's very unprofessional, McCard!"

There was an awkward silence between the two of us for a while, and even coffee didn't relieve the embarrassment. As McCard slowly put away the portfolios, I thought I had to say something at last.

"If you go straight to 'Al wanted to kill Herstal', the proposition is fine, but if you go straight to 'Albarino is a Westland pianist' - I'd say, McCain De, even syllogisms don't prove it like this."

"It's a gut feeling, Molozer. I know it's unprofessional. I can't help it," he said, a little more dejected than when he entered the door, looking down at the portfolios as if they would stand up and say it themselves The answer is the same. "Haven't you been guided by your intuition?"

"I'm guided by my intuition, just like the profile of the killer in this case," I said to him, "but you're the one of us who obeys the rules the most."

McCard sighed: "Because I want to abide by the rules, I know that my guesses should not be told to anyone other than you. No matter how much truth is contained in my inferences, I can't prove it. : Both of them must be lying to the police. I believe the truth pointed to by these evidences is that Dr. Bacchus must have been to Amalette's cell. But the police investigation is only focused on the killer Qiángni, if neither of them admit it It happened - then no one can confirm what happened in that cell."

"What you said to me was, 'Albarino Bacchus is a serial killer,'" I thought.

"I've seen too many serial killers, Molozer." He didn't look very good.

I couldn't help but retort: ​​"There are men who claim that they can tell at a glance which woman is a virgin."

I think at that moment he might really want to yell at me, but anyway, he held back, maybe he finally thought that I was no longer his subordinate.

He was silent for a while, as if lost in memory. Then, he thoughtfully said: "I and the SWAT people entered the crime scene as the first batch... At that time, the ground was full of blood, and the killer Qiángni's body was lying in the middle of the pool of blood, and that was a person who was stimulated by terror. The most horrific thing that can be done, Molozer. And when I saw Dr. Bacchus hugging Armalette, kneeling in a pool of blood, and he looked at me—"

McCard swallowed hard.

"That's definitely not what a forensic doctor would look like, trust me."

I kind of understand what he meant: he actually felt something was wrong at this moment, and then, with this preconceived view, he went back and looked at the murder of the killer Qiángni and the previous murders of the gardener and the pianist. , and finally came to this conclusion.

This is also the reason why he has been targeting Al, because obviously, anyone who does not look at the problem from his point of view, even if he looks at all the evidence, it is difficult to draw the same conclusion as him.

From this point of view, it is indeed too emotional.

"I'd rather I could trust you if you didn't keep harassing me close to the wee hours of the morning." I told the truth, "but all the claims you made tonight sound ridiculous."

McCard stretched out his hand to rub his sun xué, and the headache was also one of the troubles of the BAU agents: "I know this is ridiculous, so I can only use 'intuition' to interpret my statement... But, Mo Luo Ze, you have always been the best among us, and you have never seen anything wrong with him before this?"

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