Wine and Gun

Herstal looked at him sternly: "Albarino."

"Okay," Albarino snorted, "it's '0725'."

He heard the voice of the other party unlocking the phone, and perhaps Herstal wanted to ask what the code meant to him—since it was obviously not Albarino's birthday—but he didn't in the end.

The other party motioned Albarino to remove the blood-stained towel on his abdomen, and then took several photos of the lettering: Albarino could have guessed that this kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder had to choose these photos many times. Only then can I choose one that I like, and I hope that the victim will not die because of bloodshed at that time.

"As a tasteless person who carves the word "bitch" on other people's bodies and sticks other people's luǒ photos all over a room, you are really a little too obsessed with such details, aren't you?" Albarino was dumb. asked in a voice.

"Faced with you, it is inevitable that the pianist will do something tasteless." Herstal nodded, meaning that he had finished filming and asked him to cover the towel back. "Not to mention that legally speaking, you abetted me."

"Oh, I instigated you to make you qiángjian me, the logic is so clear." Albarino said, he felt Herstal half-kneeling beside him, and put a hand on his knee, his fingers on his knees. Chi Luǒ's skin slowly circled.

"Spread the legs a little further." Herstal's hand went all the way down, and his fingers squeezed the soft flesh on his thighs, which was stained with dried blood, and he even demanded while holding his phone.

Albarino let out a sigh, but in the end he was still good.

"I actually still don't understand why he is so arrogant." Albarino said softly, he seemed to be reluctant, and for a person who had just suffered such a calamity, he was really strong . "I don't fit his logic of picking victims, do I?"

"I don't understand either, Al." Olga replied in a low voice. They had finished recording the recording. Olga sent the recording to Hardy. Now, the two of them were chatting with each other. topic of. "Besides, I won't profile this case - you know that stakeholders can't participate in the case. The two of us are too private, and Bart is worried that it will affect my judgment."

There was not much dissatisfaction in her thoughtful voice, although from what Albarino knew about her, in order to gain her right to investigate the pianist's case, she had to make a lot of noise to be persuaded by Hardy.

Olga certainly cares about her friends, but to her, the cases she's been through and the horrific truths behind them are what matter most.

Albarino asked: "That profile—"

"Mccard will do it." Olga snorted softly, obviously still a little dissatisfied with Agent McCard, "but, in the end, it may be that I will attend the press conference to explain those profiles to the public - in the existing The BAU should not be involved in the investigation of this case under the procedure, and the WLPD did not apply to the FBI... In this case, McCard would cause trouble for himself."

"But he still really wants to do this profile." Albarino said with certainty that after the murderer Qiángni's case, he knew a little about McCard's character.

Olga hummed. "He wants to bring the Westland pianist, the Sunday gardener, and all the serial killers in the world, no doubt about that."

"I will withdraw from the profile of this case." Olga said suddenly, and the whole room looked at her.

Hardy asked uncertainly, "Olga?"

"It's not very good for me to concentrate when I look at these photos," Olga said honestly, pointing to the photos on the table that the CSI brought back from Albarino's home, covered with pale skin and blood dripping. "My relationship with Al is the closest of you guys - I'm afraid I'll make mistakes when this goes on, and you know, the last thing I want to happen is to make mistakes in profiling."

Lavasa McCard gave Olga a sharp look.

"If you want, I'll do my best to help this case. But the profiling may be better for onlookers to see." Olga sighed and drank from her coffee mug. He took a big mouthful, and then stuck his tongue out for the taste, "I think McCard has some ideas."

"Really?" Hardy turned to McCard. "I didn't understand anything, pianists shouldn't be targeting Al."

"Mr. Bacchus was special to the pianist," McCard said, frowning, "the most special of all the victims — not the same as the dead who were supposed to be guilty — so he was sexually assaulted. , so he didn't die."

After the identification of the piano strings and the determination that the murderer was the pianist, he had to start thinking about the problem from this perspective. Although Olga doesn't know for McCard, whether the inference of "Albarino is a pianist" has been overturned, making him even more reluctant.

Bates nodded: "He didn't want Al to die. We found a towel with Al's blood in Al's bathroom, and we suspect that the pianist used that towel to stop Al's wound."

McCard nodded: "That's the point, the pianist needs Dr. Bacchus alive to bully us."

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