Wine and Gun

"Al," he said loudly, with great energy, "what did you find?"

"The murderer took the dead man's heart, then stuffed an apple between his ribs and threw a handful of wheat into his abdomen," Albarino said as he shoved the report into Officer Hardy. , and the photo will then be passed to the police station by Bates. The poor fellow took the bloody grains of wheat too, wishing him a good appetite today.

Olga picked up on him lightly: "The props he chose are interesting, although I haven't yet seen why he chose them... maybe just a straight statement about scarecrows? Guarding orchards and wheat fields? ——Although the specific meaning of these things has not been figured out, but yes, this seems to be the case of the pianist."

No, Albarino pointed out in his heart that his choice of apples and wheats was metaphorical, intended to illustrate a point of the pianist—although it is not certain yet, but it may be a verdict for the crime committed by the deceased.

This seems to be an indifferent arrogance, putting oneself in the position of God who has the right to judge, but it is quite in line with the profiler's profile on the murderer.

But he didn't speak his mind, and he wouldn't be crazy enough to say his conclusions before the real criminal psychologist, otherwise how would he face doubts? "Hey Al, can you tell us how you figured out this murderer's mind?" "That's not difficult, because I can see things from the perspective of a pervert murderer."

forget it. He laughed sarcastically in his heart, and watching others misinterpret the work of another serial killer really made one feel a contemptuous pleasure.

"I don't think this matter is 'interesting'." Officer Hardy looked at Olga with disapproval. If Olga was his subordinate, he might have started to apologize involuntarily now.

"That's because you and I see things from different angles." Olga replied with a smile.

Albarino didn't want to get caught up in their two pointless discussions about morality, and if nothing else interested him today, he'd rather go home and catch up after delivering the autopsy report. Because of the night out, he had to change his morning shift to someone else.

"Anything new on your side, Bart?" So he asked, trying to sound casual.

"We are recreating the trajectory of Norman's activities before he was killed, and we have contacted some people who had contact with him before he was killed, and hope they can provide us with some clues." Officer Hardy nodded, which may be why he looked so tired. The main reason, "they are taking notes at this time, do you two want to come and listen?"

The entire police department dealing with the Westland pianist looked tired, and for good reason: after all, the Greater Norman — calling him blind in front of Officer Hardy in Albariño After the moniker, Hardy reminded him bitterly that his name was Richard Norman—by any measure, a mob boss in Westland.

This means that basically all the people who had contact with him before he was killed were gang members. It's not easy to persuade these people to come to the police station and make a transcript. When Albarino followed Officer Hardy to the interrogation room, he saw witnesses waiting to be interrogated one by one.

Most of them were tall, handsome men with tattoos on their arms. The Norman Brothers gang was a Latino gangster, so many of them were foreign faces. Among these guys who are obviously gangsters, there are two unruly dark-skinned girls, and... a well-dressed man in a suit?

The contrast is a little too stark, like a bloody human skull mixed in a pile of coconuts—forgive his nasty metaphor. In short, Albarino saw with his own eyes the man dressed in high-end clothes, such as a hand-made suit, standing calmly among a group of guys who were swearing and cursing in a low voice, but looked down at his watch from time to time and seemed a little impatient. .

It was a handsome-looking middle-aged man, his neatly groomed blond hair was mixed with some silver threads. He, somehow—looked mean, probably because of the illusion created by the combination of his thin lips, pale complexion, iris, and hair.

"There is a gentleman who looks out of place." Olga followed Albarino's gaze and commented leisurely, "The answers to the multiple-choice questions I got in my training at Quantico. For example, I chose him as the murderer."

"Olga!" Officer Hardy yelled in disapproval.

Olga smiled indifferently, and quickly followed the footsteps of the other two. Albarino wanted to laugh a little too, but if he did Hardy like that, he would be furious, so he tried his best to hold it back.

The interrogation process was as Albarino thought - very boring. The witnesses brought in this time all had contact with the other party within 24 hours before Norman's death, and basically all of them were loyal to Norman. Geng Geng's younger brother.

Most people scoffed at the question "Does he usually have any enemies?" because obviously, as a mob boss, Greater Norman is full of enemies all over the world. And Hardy himself didn't expect the question to lead to any results, it was just a necessary procedure: he had already decided that the murderer must be a pianist, and it seemed pointless to ask the enemy of the Great Norman; he obviously neither thought that the murderer would was one of these witnesses and did not think the murderer would be the enemy of the deceased.

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