Wine and Gun

Olga scanned the scene calmly, then took a sip from the glass.

"You shouldn't ask a very drunk person's opinion, McCard," she said flatly, and smiled softly. "But yes, that's exactly what George Robb did."

——Although, this person died a few years ago by the death penalty.

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[1] The title of this copy is "Let it Snow" is a Christmas song

↑ This one I chose is the version of the ending song of "Die Hard 2".

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Chapter 51 Let it Snow 02

George Robb - Albarino went to great lengths to get the name out of his head: he heard Olga mention that man once, when Lavasa McCard first came. While in Westland, Olga said she was going to write a book about the serial killer, but was stopped by McCard before it could go to press. Olga also accuses that if that book were published, it would bào revealing certain things about McCard.

That attitude is interesting. Albarino bit his lip lightly, thinking to himself. That's a pity, if he had known that it was still happening now, he would really have gone to find out why Olga and Agent McCard had a bad relationship.

At this time, Olga had already turned around and shoved the glass of eggnog in her hand, which was only a shallow layer of eggnog, in the hands of the police officer closest to her, and then ordered, "Everyone go out."

"She's right, this is the crime scene," Hardy added when the officer gave Olga a look of disbelief. He quickly instructed the subordinates who were still at the party scene: "The homicide team will stay, and the others will leave. Gather everyone in the hall, we have to encircle this place, and before we rule out everyone's suspicion, who will Can't leave either - Ella, you go ask the witnesses and see what the surveillance footage in the lobby shows; Ben, you call the CSI and the forensic department to see if they can send someone; Alexander , you go to the office to get the evidence sign and camera, and take pictures to fix the evidence first."

The officers dispersed like a swarm, and Hardy turned to Herstal and said, "Sorry, Mr. Armalette?"

Because of course, now that even those other police officers can't enter the crime scene, Herstal is certainly not in compliance with the rules; There's no reason to stay here anyway. He nodded briefly, and just as he was about to exit the door, Albarino gently pulled his wrist.

"Don't you have a parting kiss?" Albarino said with a smile, "I'm going to start working overtime."

Obviously no one understood that Herstal was going back into the hall, and what kind of parting kiss was Albarino looking for. Looking at Herstal's expression, if it weren't for the fact that they were at the scene of the crime now, Herstal would definitely want to fly and put his foot on his stomach.

In the end he just gave Albarino a cold look and said simply, "I'll wait outside."

He left quickly, and as soon as Herstal left, Olga slammed the outermost door of the bathroom. She leaned behind the door, stared at Hardy, and said, "They'll be furious."

"What?" Hardy asked, although from his tone, he probably didn't know what Olga was talking about.

"Those of your colleagues," Olga smiled, "you'll keep them all, and then let your poor men cross-examine them one by one, and consider them all as suspects. They will surely feel You don't show mercy and think they are all murderers."

"I have no choice." Hardy couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, "Since Agent McCard entered the door, no one else has gone out, and the other side doors have been closed at this time outside the main door. It's snowing so hard again, I don't think anyone can escape by jumping out of a window at this time - the murderer must be among us."

"We are now in a mystery novel with a particularly classical approach, aren't we." Olga laughed lowly.

At this time, the policeman named Alexander had come back with a camera and a physical evidence sign. Albarino also walked with him to see the body. Although he didn't have any tools, he could still easily judge the body. status. What's more, there is no need to judge the time of death, the unlucky police officer Corris was still alive just now.

Albarino took out the pair of rǔ rubber gloves that had always been in his pocket, squatted beside the corpse, and then heard Lavasa McCard say a little anxiously: "Let's talk about business, Molozer."

"George Robb's way," Olga repeated calmly, tapping her heels on the floor impatiently.

"But it can't be Rob, who died years ago," Hardy replied.

"Oh, that's Rob who came back from the dead, I guess he's the only one who can do that besides the gentleman whose birthday is today." Olga said coolly, "You haven't seen that kind of thing. Is it a classic horror movie? "Dead Silence" or something? It's often like this, usually when a person dies resentfully and miserably, just..."

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