Wine and Gun

I believe I am better. I will show it to you.

Albarino frowned and looked at the dirt on his fingers, as if he didn't understand what it was. He also put the blood-stained dirt into an evidence bag, and then continued to examine the head of the corpse. He observed the pair of horns for a while, and then snorted.

"What?" Inspector Hardy asked.

"It's very scary. The murderer made a hole at the bottom of the horn, and then sewed the pair of horns on the deceased's forehead with thread." Albarino said with his head lowered. Everyone showed the skin covered with dense stitches, "but there was no trace of congestion and swelling, and it looked like it was sewn after death."

Hardy frowned: "Although the murderer obviously didn't torture the dead while alive, the details are too similar to the pianist's last case."

He sewed the horns on little Norman's forehead with a similar needle and thread, like the scar on his brother's stomach.

If horns were usually used in his designs, he would rather dress the dead as Pan. Of course, he didn't expect things to turn out like this before, and he didn't expect that he could actually collide with another serial killer on the choice of the dead.

— but he likes a challenge.

"I don't see any murderer planting flowers on dead people but the Sunday gardener," Bates had returned by this time, pointing out to the others in a raised voice as he walked, "I didn't know about those red flowers just now. What, but these look like apple blossoms on the deceased's head."

It was at this time that Olga suddenly let out an "ah", which startled everyone.

When they looked at her, she was staring blankly at a void somewhere in front of her, her mouth open stupidly. After a while, she suddenly jumped up—really jumped up, almost stepping on Bates who had just squeezed in.

"I see!" she said suddenly, waving her hands exaggeratedly, as if to visualize her thoughts in mid-air. "Thomas Norman's case is indeed not the Westland pianist gān! It must be that the Sunday gardener read the theme of the pianist's last work and wanted to send him a message—!"

"Wait a minute?!" cried Hardy, frowning, looking like he was going crazy. "How did we get here?"

Albarino staggered to his feet and looked at Olga's flushed face with interest. His knees were a little numb, and they were covered in mud. He stumbled accidentally as he limped across the last section of the slippery embankment, but fortunately, Herstal, who was standing beside him, grabbed his elbow.

"Be careful." Herstal frowned, but Albarino noticed that he was actually focusing most of his attention on Olga.

And now Olga is waving wildly: "The pianist's work has a theme, but we didn't realize it before! But the press conference released details of Richard Norman's killing, so Sunday Gardener I must have realized when I read the report - the pianist's murder is about 'Cain'!"

There was a moment of silence between the people, and then Albarino made a sound.

"I see," Albarino said.

"Then please explain, I don't understand at all." Herstal snorted angrily. This person must have classified all kinds of cold hums and used them for different occasions.

"A zigzag metaphor," Albarino said, seeing Olga nodding encouragingly at him, and speaking slowly and thoughtfully, "Cain is the son of Adam and Eve, a farmer, right? The pianist dressed him as a scarecrow in the field, and then stuffed a handful of wheat into the wound on his chest and abdomen—the grain in the field was the burnt offering that Cain offered to God after the harvest, but God did not accept his offering , so he was jealous of his younger brother."

Officer Hardy stared straight at Herstal: "Last time you were in the interrogation room, you mentioned that Thomas Norman was more capable than his brother, so his brother was jealous of his brother."

Herstal nodded with difficulty and seemed a little surprised: "Yes, this is widely known among those around them."

"But, jealous brother?" Hardy couldn't help asking. "Is this his crime? Did the pianist kill him for that crime? Wasn't the Westland pianist an eye for an eye when he tortured his victims? type?"

"Of course a thought in the mind isn't really a crime, but what if Richard Norman had ever put his thoughts into action? A failed assassination? Or maybe the pianist felt that Richard Norman was a crime though. Tired, but jealousy of your own younger brother is the biggest sin?" Olga guessed, "Of course, both of them are dead now, maybe no one can know the truth."

Herstal frowned, staring silently at the corpse lying on the ground.

"And what about the apple that replaces the heart?" Bates couldn't help but interject.

"A symbol of original sin, I guess," said Albarino, staring at Olga as he uttered the inference. The other party was still smiling, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Man ate the fruit of the forbidden tree, and thus sinned, and everything that followed. Byron's play "Cain" didn't say it through Cain's mouth—"

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