Wine and Gun

McCard was silent for a while, and then said: "On the BAU side, only me and Molozer entered the scene of the seventh case."

really.

Hardy's brows furrowed even tighter, and he said slowly, "...So why on earth did you get an invitation to this Christmas party?"

Everyone was contemplating the terrifying possibility, and McCard stared at them as if angry with someone. After a moment he said, "But that's not possible, when the docket says Rob doesn't have any relatives."

"Maybe it's the little guardian angel sitting on his shoulder." Olga sneered, "By the way, Bart, there is something I wanted to ask just now-the holster on Officer Corris' waist, Was it supposed to be empty?"

Everyone looked down in that direction: the buckle of the holster at the waist of the corpse was slightly open, and the inside was empty, as if mocking them.

Officer Hardy said succinctly, "Fuck."

Hestal stood against the wall boredly. The officers around him seemed to spread out purposefully all of a sudden. He stared at them and wondered what they wanted, while he wondered if he wanted to. Crispy also went for some gingerbread men.

Just as he was picking out pieces of gingerbread men that didn't look like they had been beaten to death for himself, Albarino slipped through the crowd and slipped back to Herstal. However, the gingerbread man's plate on the long table seemed more attractive to him, and Herstal looked at the other's hand and went to the plate.

"Wait a minute," Herstal interrupted. "Did you do an autopsy? Did you wash your hands?"

"I was wearing gloves when I moved the body!" protested Albarino.

Herstal was unmoved: "You are not allowed to eat anything until you wash your hands."

As he said that, he bit off the head of the first gingerbread man in his hand rather sternly. Albarino glared at him for two seconds, then suddenly opened his mouth wide, looking like he was waiting to be fed.

Without hesitation, Herstal shoved the gingerbread man half into his mouth.

Then he watched Albarino's swallowed expression change with satisfaction for a while, and then asked slowly, "What's the situation with that dead man?"

Albarino grabbed an unused glass from the table and took a few sips of fruit wine before he could breathe. He wiped the water stain from his lips from the back of his hand and briefly explained what was inside, and the old incident between Olga and Agent McCard.

"The police officers who watched the video came back and found that the door to the bathroom was a blind spot, and no one was going in or out at all, and the police officers who were drinking happily didn't remember it." Albarino explained, his tone was justified It was as if he hadn’t been drinking and drinking happily,” and both the CSI and the Forensic Medicine Bureau said on the phone that although they were on duty, the road outside was blocked by heavy snow. The snow removal vehicle probably won’t start at this point, It may be dawn when they can come."

"And until the murderer is found, none of us can leave - let alone, no one can actually leave." Herstal said firmly.

"A murderer is still lurking in the dark, and Olga and the others won't let him go until they pay him a blood debt; and if we're not mistaken, this man now has a gun in his hand." Albarino's voice It seemed to be quite pleasant to listen to, maybe he loved the present moment, "Are we in Agatha Christie's novel? A small island standing alone in a giant làng? Ten ceramics are on the shelf. Little man sculpture?"

"Ordinary people don't engage in the Bào Wind and Snow Mountain Villa mode in the police station." Herstal pointed out, failing to conceal the sarcasm in his voice.

"But it's just as fun, it's just as rambunctious," Albarino blinked at Herstal, revealing a subtle smile, "It's the same nowhere to run."

As the two of them stood by the gingerbread man's plate and chatted, the other cops were called around by Hardy: everyone present took a book and registered their names, and then the cops scattered to search the police station's the whole building. In fact, it is still not completely sure that the murderer came from within them. At this time, it is better to check to see if anyone is secretly hiding in the building.

And the area of ​​the police station is really surprisingly large. Albarino leaned against the table and forcibly ate half of the plate of gingerbread men—or fed him half with Herstal— —Like an evil Gulliver slaughtering Lilliput. It was like this until early nine o'clock, and Olga appeared out of nowhere.

"Hey guys, bad news," she said, but her expression wasn't too ugly.

"How bad news?" Albarino asked, biting into the last bits of gingerbread, "Is it the 3rd world war imminent or 'my boyfriend won't fuck with me anyway'. That kind?"

Herstal glared at Albarino.

"Neither," Olga said solemnly, "another person died."

Chapter 52 Let it Snow 03

"The second dead man." Albarino said slowly, looking at the pool of blood in front of him with a rather leisurely attitude, "The efficiency of the murderer is really high, so high that it seems a bit desperate."

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