Wine and Gun

"I don't know how many times I've explained the shift system of the Forensic Medicine Bureau to various people. In short, I worked three night shifts last week, and then found that there were no more shifts this morning." Albarino hummed lightly. "Bart's little Clara seems to be doing some kind of 'reading a story to Olga every day' activity, but today she is going to attend their school children's birthday party and spend the night at someone else's house, so she can only Entrust me here."

He paused and looked at McCard, who was silent.

Albarino said, "You're not actually interested in what Clara is gān today or what stories I read, are you?"

"I'm more interested in you," McCard said bluntly.

"What a pity, I have a boyfriend." Albarino snorted from his nose.

McCard obviously didn't think the joke was funny, and he pointed to the glass vase on Olga's head cabinet, which contained a cluster of red, bowl-shaped flowers, tall, clean and dark green. The jīng stalks and dark stamens look somewhat like poppies.

He asked, "Are these the flowers you brought?"

"Yes, because Bart said that he didn't bring flowers to the hospital." Albarino smiled slightly, as if he had guessed what McCard was thinking, "This is the Flemish red poppy, and the opium poppy. It belongs to the same genus, but is actually a variant of poppy that is non-toxic."

McCard pondered and said, "You have a very unique taste in choosing flowers."

"The poppy is the symbol of Hypnos, the god of sleep, and this flower was planted in front of the gate of his palace. According to legend, his son Morpheus, the god of dreams, would stand in front of the chuáng of Hypnos with a poppy fruit in his hand, Keep him from waking up from a deep slumber," Albarino narrated in a gentle voice that was almost storytelling, his eyes flicking across Olga's pale cheeks with tightly closed eyes.

He paused, then said softly, "It suits her well, doesn't it?"

"I don't think Molozer needs a long, sound sleep," McCard said, frowning.

"Why? You can't wait until now to open her eyes and tell us the truth?" Albarino asked casually.

His tone was as if he himself didn't know what the truth McArd wanted--McArd's suspicion now that Albarino was the Sunday gardener and Herstal the pianist, was only a doubt. It was mentioned to Officer Hardy and never revealed to anyone, but Albarino still got a glimpse of what the other party was thinking from the other party's recent unusual interest in Westland.

"I believe she's close to the truth," McCard said ambiguous.

"I believe it is." Albarino leaned back comfortably in his chair, his sharp eyes looking straight into McCard's eyes, "The truth—like the George Robb serial murders, for example, was Olga suspects that it is not actually the seventh case of Robo gān, that the victim's brother died, was he killed by you?"

"Then, in the case that the gardener committed in the court before, the girl named Cherry who testified for you and Mr. Armalette's alibi, she died in a car accident not long ago." McCard is not to be outdone. He asked back, "Did you arrange this or Amalette?"

This confrontation is practically meaningless because neither of them can produce substantial evidence. The whole thing is just that they spread out to each other and say "I can see your tricks very well", like the kind of animal that blows up its fur to look fluffy and bigger when threatened. , but no one actually knows where the whole thing is going.

They were deadlocked for two seconds, then McArd's stiff shoulders suddenly slackened, and he gān changed the subject: "Anyway, your vacation is over for today, doctor. You have to go to WLPD with us, there is a The new case needs you."

Albarino tilted his head: "What?"

"Six months ago, the police in Massachusetts received a report that a boy named Kevin disappeared while his only son was out shopping. The police searched for the child for a long time, and his parents also posted on the Internet and TV. A lot of missing notices, but nothing," McCard said. "It wasn't until almost two weeks ago that his body was found in the river in Westland."

Albarino's heart skipped a beat: the day he infiltrated Sequoia Manor, he heard an ambiguous conversation between Slade and his deputy Rowan, referring to the WLPD revelation to find the source of the corpse and the disappearance case received by the Massachusetts police. Call the police, etc. At that time, Albarino was worried that the FBI would bring Westland again.

As a result, they are obviously afraid of what will happen. The anxious parents who are trying to find their lost children really saw the revelation released by the WLPD. This matter has obviously been notified to the FBI as a cross-state case. McCard is here for a justifiable reason.

So now, Albarino can only say: "I remember one thing. I was responsible for the autopsy of the case of throwing the body in the river. The child did not drown, he died of mechanical suffocation. She was also sexually assaulted before she died."

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