Wine and Gun

"Of course not, and Bart will scold me because of this. Now you are made of glass in his eyes." Olga held the hamburger wrapper in one hand and took the ward with the other. The glass on Chuáng's head made Albarino take two sips from the straw in the glass.

Then she put the cup back, looked at him for two seconds, and said softly, "Am I doing that to you?"

Albarino laughed, that smile was a little pale: "No, please don't do that. We all know what happened, don't we?"

"Yes," Olga said, licking her sauce-soaked fingers thoughtfully, and then smiling softly, "We all know what happened."

"It can't be a Westland pianist, a pianist who doesn't sexually assault his victim or let his victim live," McCard pointed out, frowning.

He was standing right in front of his desk, which was covered with pictures that Bates had brought back from Albarino's home: most of them were bloody wounds, and a few were blatantly red, swollen, A miserable mouth, with blood dripping down the victim's thigh.

The problem is that this victim is—

Their friend is still in the hospital, although not life-threatening, but has lost a lot of blood and scars, and now they can only argue here, which is really uncomfortable.

Olga snorted, and she huddled in the corner of the office, still holding the "Keep Calm and Love Colin Firth" coffee cup in her hand. That cup was originally in Hardy's office. Anyway, as a WLPD , who frequently visited Hardy's office.

"He is indeed a psychopath with a perversion of sexual desires." She said in the calmest tone among them.

"And he called himself the Westland pianist," Hardy said wearily, wondering which of the pianist's change of crime or Albarino's becoming a victim hit him harder. some.

"But that doesn't fit the profile," McCard said. "Perhaps a copycat?"

"Or because if it was the pianist who attacked Al, it directly overturned the inferences you said to me from standing in my living room a few hours ago?" Olga retorted. Said to her "Is Albarino a Westland pianist?" "You—"

"Okay, okay, Olga." Bates's voice was full of consolation, he held the camera that fixed the evidence during the forensics in his hand, and pressed the button to choose something, "You may come and see This, maybe it can confirm that the murderer is indeed a pianist."

A few other people leaned in. The camera's display showed a close-up of some piano strings, and Bates tapped the knots on the screen that connected the piano strings: "Westland pianists often use piano strings to hold dead bodies, and he The way to tie the piano strings is specific: he usually uses a fisherman's knot when connecting the two strings, a man's knot when fixing the rope, and when other murderers are committing crimes - even imitators. —Rarely does such a fixed pattern emerge.”

Bates pressed the button, and the next picture was a close-up of Albarino's arm, the piano strings digging deep into the skin, making the scene look a bit horrific, but—

"The method of knotting the piano strings in this scene is the same as the pianist's previous case?" Olga asked.

"—Exactly." Bates shrugged his shoulders, his voice determined, "My colleagues brought the strings in this case back to the forensic laboratory for testing. You should all know that different types of piano strings are made of different materials, The difference in thickness, etc. is huge; if the murderer was a pianist, the strings this time shouldn't be much different than before - but, given the way he knotted the strings, I suggest that you Considering that he is indeed a pianist."

"How much do you remember about the whole thing?" Olga asked, moving in her seat as she asked the question, as if trying to show "I don't know how to ask this question reasonably." But Albarino suspects she doesn't actually have that concern.

In fact, based on what he knew about Olga, at this time, she didn't rush to ask for details, she was already very restrained.

They were silent for a moment, and then Olga added: "You can answer differently, but Bart and the others went to visit, and he must ask you when he comes back. And Bart... you know."

Of course, Albarino understood what she meant: Bart is the one who will always play the role of a bad cop in the game "Good Cop Bad Cop". He is suitable for fierce interrogation, but not suitable for questioning victims in a gentle way.

"Can you make my transcript?" Albarino asked, with a flimsy look of anticipation when he asked, an expression a person who has been hurt would show when he seeks to avoid harm. This expression doesn't fit Albarino's face - it doesn't fit the Albarino who is always smiling in their impressions, but perhaps, the experience will change a person.

"Maybe," Olga pondered, "I can record it, and then bring the recording to Bart, so at least the first round will be a little easier... Of course, as the case progresses, he will definitely ask you repeatedly. detailed."

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