Wine and Gun

"But when he came, he found that his client was sunk in the river." Olga shrugged, his tone was still very pleasant: Albarino can imagine why, Westland piano Did the teacher successively murder a pair of brothers? He'd never done this before, and it was a profiler's Christmas.

Herstal looked at Albarino, his eyes still cold: "I know what you're thinking, Albarino. Although the suspects who reported the crime are sometimes very suspicious, I didn't kill them, my driving The recorders can attest to that."

Yes, it was only at this time that Albarino noticed that Herstal's car was parked on the ring road by the lake. The last time he drove with Herstal to the forensic bureau, he wanted to complain. This guy actually drove a Rolls-Royce Wraith. His teeth were so rich.

"I don't suspect that you are a murderer, especially to accuse you of killing your employer, really." Albarino said with a smile.

"Really?" Herstal glanced at him lightly, not trying to hide his distrust. "You blamed me for being indifferent to the corpse a few days ago."

Albarino wanted to say that your other employer is also dead now, but he didn't see you being so excited, but what he said was not this sentence: "Well, you are still wearing a blanket."

"I definitely didn't ask for this blanket myself. Apparently, Officer Hardy felt that I left a lot of psychological shadows after witnessing the murder scene. He must have forgotten that I am a lawyer." Herstal snorted. one sound.

"But I don't think even a lawyer like you will encounter a situation where your employer is killed within a week." Albarino pointed out that the other party gave him a sullen look, "Herstal, even if It's a tough day for you, right?"

Apparently it's a hard day for anyone to witness a crime scene, it's bullshit. Herstal glanced at him, and the corner of his mouth turned to a subtle sarcasm: "When did you start calling me by my Christian name?"

"Just now. Because we're not in the morgue now, and I'm going to flirt with you." Albarino said sweetly with a pretence, leaning his body relaxed against the side of the ambulance door, "Come with me for a drink later. coffee?"

"Not today," Herstal wagged his fingers sharply, perfectly imitating the tone of Albarino's speech in the morgue that day, "and it's better not to be at the crime scene, Dr. Bacchus."

"You guys are so cute." Olga commented without prejudice, "Of course it would be more perfect if it wasn't in the blockade."

At this time, Hardy finally pulled the corpse up from the water with the unremitting efforts of the police. The corpse, which had begun to swell under the water, was immediately surrounded by a group of CSIs, and it looked as if they were pounced on Wreck of a vulture.

Officer Hardy shouted from a distance, "Al!"

"Okay." Albarino smiled slightly and raised the prospecting box in his hand, "Let's stop chatting here, anyway, it's a pleasure to see you here today, it's better not to be next to the corpse next time. already."

Herstal looked at him without trying to hide his indifferent hum.

Now, the dead Thomas Norman is lying on the ground coldly. He had been hung upside down on a wooden stake inserted in the water before. He was completely naked, and the soles of his feet were overlapped and nailed to the wood by a long nail, which looked extremely painful.

When he was underwater, his whole body was hanging upside down, and he couldn't see the whole picture under the shadow of the water waves. When he was pulled up, people found that his face was really hideous: Thomas Norman's chest - almost the place where his brother was pierced by the stake - also had a The bloody big dòng, that dòng is full of red flowers, in addition to those gorgeous big flowers, there are some soft branches with soft red buds, but the leaves have been carefully removed along the wound. The edges hang down. Everything was wet after being pulled out of the water, and the flowers looked like streaks of blood.

And the strangest thing is that a pair of horns were decorated between the black hair of the deceased, and they were firmly fixed there in some way. The horns were surrounded by a wreath, and a large number of long tender branches came from his hair. Falling down, the buds are blood red. But beyond that, the wreath is laced with pink and white flowers with five petals.

Albarino knelt on the wet mud beside the corpse, not minding that his knees were gradually soaked by the mud and the icy river water. Bates was standing beside Hardy, reporting on the progress of the on-site investigation team just now.

"The murderer must have left footprints on the embankment when he placed the deceased on the bottom of the water, but he was very careful, and the footprints have all been destroyed by him." Bates is frowning and said, "We extracted all the materials, but It is estimated that there will be no valuable content in it.”

"That guy is so cunning," Constable Hardy agreed. "Damn it."

On the other hand, Albarino stretched out his hand to examine the chin of the deceased: "The corpse has not yet begun to ease, but the corpse plaque does not fade after pressing; because of the water, the core temperature of the corpse cannot be used as a criterion for judgment. It is morning. Nine o'clock—he must have been dead last night, probably more than twelve hours."

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