Wine and Gun

Many years ago, when the Westland pianist first started committing the crime, the FBI did send detectives and profilers to assist in the investigation. They came many times for several years, but they still found nothing. After Bart Hardy took over the pianist's case, the FBI didn't come around as often. It may be that both the Westland Police Department and the Federal Police have found in the end that no one can do better than Hardy, and no one can do it worse - no matter what.

Tommy, holding the bone saw, watched Albarino pour the dead man's brain into a vessel, and shook his head with a childish pout: "Wait and see, I bet the pianist has erectile dysfunction - if anyone can Take his word."

Albarino smiled, and was about to say something when his phone suddenly rang: it was a strange ringtone, and it sounded like a piercing howl of a cat in heat, which startled them both. Albarino murmured something, shoved his brain into Tommy's hand, and began to scramble to take off his gloves.

Tommy held the basin and the slightly quivering brain in it: "Huh?"

"It's Officer Hardy's call, I have to answer it." Albarino said quickly, the pianist's latest case had not progressed much, and Hardy was so busy that he couldn't get away, he hadn't heard it for several days message from the other party.

Albarino walked a little further from the autopsy car and picked up the phone: "Please tell me you did catch the pianist, Bart."

His words may have been a little too blunt, and Hardy didn't respond for a few seconds. The other party was stunned for a moment, and then some embarrassedly replied: "No, no... We have just received a call, and I suspect that the pianist has committed the crime again."

Albari Nord paused, injecting the right amount of shock into his voice: "What? Is he too busy then?"

"I don't know—" Hardy stuttered, "I mean, I don't know what the madman is up to, but the pianist doing the crime again is the most reliable guess right now. Al, you can't think of it. : Thomas Norman is also dead."

That's not the case, and Bart certainly couldn't have known the truth. It's all just because the pianist chose the victim he had already chosen, and it would be too boring not to fight back.

Albarino smiled silently from Tommy's angle.

- It was a body of water.

The body of water is on an estate, a country house for the wealthy, about three or four acres of land that the Norman brothers bought a few years ago to escape the scorching summer heat.

There is a real wood in this estate, and a river flows silently in the beautiful shade: this water is the main reason why the land is so expensive. Some leaves have fallen on the calm waters this season, and before the weather gets too cold, when autumn falls completely, golden and red leaves will cover every inch of the water. And now, the clear water can still be clearly seen.

Something sinks underwater, or rather, a corpse hangs upside down: a log sunk deep into the silt at the bottom, and a figure pinned upside down on a stake, unpredictable through the water The light and shadow of the inch, the pale body was twisted into a strange shape by the ripples, and it looked terrifying.

When Albarino arrived, there was such a strange scene in front of him: Officer Hardy was desperately directing the officers to try to get the unidentified body out of the water, and Bates was standing with a camera. On the slippery river bank, he was also instructing the group of CSIs under his command to collect evidence for the wet soil of the river bank, but both of them looked like they had no idea what to do.

And Olga Molozze was standing a little further away, where an ambulance was parked abruptly. There was a person standing near the open door at the rear of the ambulance, and Olga was stubbornly draping an orange comfort blanket over that person's shoulders.

When Albarino walked over, he heard the man say in a realistic tone: "I'm really fine, Miss Molozer, it's better than caring about me—"

Albarino stared at the two of them with a dazed expression, which can't be blamed on him, after all, the appearance of this person in front of him was really unexpected. He said incredulously, "Mr. Armalite?"

Olga heard the sound and looked at Albarino, with an overly cheerful smile on his face: "Al!"

It is estimated that this novel murder case makes her extremely happy. Did she leave the FBI Behavioral Analysis Team because of this inappropriate behavior?

And the person Olga put on that blanket so persistently was the lawyer Herstal Armalite, who had a relationship with Albarino and the others in the Richard Norman case a few days ago. . He was now fiddling impatiently with the corners of the silly little blanket with his fingers, frowning at Albarino.

"What's the matter?" Albarino couldn't help asking as he approached the ambulance. "I heard Bart say that Mr. Thomas Norman was also killed, but why are you here?"

"He texted me last night and made an appointment to meet him here this morning," whispered Herstal, pale but generally calm, "actually it's strange, because this After all, the manor is for my client's vacation, and he usually doesn't talk about business here. But after all, his brother died recently, and those people under them are in a mess. I thought he needed a more private space to discuss—"

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